The Slave girl school part 2
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First:
I have sometime difficulty to separate English from US English, but I’m
learning. My English isn’t the best, I know, but I have also five other
languages and that is not for all to say, especially not those who cling to
one language.
They who are interested in the story had to live with the weak translation
in a “take it or leave it” mode.
Perhaps there is someone who is interested to test-read and in that way gets
it first in hand.
If they who are interested in my stories let their voice be heard I will
continue otherwise I have better things to do.
/Cecilita
MICKE ** MICKE ** MICKE ** MICKE ** MICKE
MICKE:
At one occasion (some days ago) when Tina asked me why I looked depressed I
told her that I had plans to break up with her. I anticipated her reaction
and put it as carefully as I could to give her the possibility to react
slowly.
In this situation she didn’t know the meaning of the words “react slowly”.
She went so heart-breaking disconsolate that I got a bad conscience.
In her mind Tina always had a short way to the slave-girl-role, so she told
me that she was prepared to do ANYTHING I wanted. My first thought was that
that was no offer, she had not denied to do anything I have had found up
anyway.
But the worst was that she threatened to kill herself if I leaved (left)
her. If so she had nothing to live for, she said.
“Try me. I do exactly as you want me to”, she promised.
I have earlier told her about the girl Sonja who you have trained and Tina
is quick to copy when she finds out what I liked.
As you know she wants to have it without of any kind of limits when we play
Master-slave-girl-games. I knew that when she said; “I do exactly as you
want me to” she really meant it. I knew how much she loved to obey me and
submit to me as her Master. But I also knew how much of one-man-girl she was
in an anything, but only-for-my-master-way.
I had tried to let another man just watch her obedience but meet her sudden
halt. “No-way Master I do anything for you but only in front of you!”
Well that was an opinion that she was entitled to for everything to be right
and to be an of-her-own-free-will slave-girl.
But this time it seems that there was much more of self-sacrificing and
self-effacing in her promises of total submission and obedience. I
understood it in her way to lay stress on the word “exactly”.
When we played she acts out her role as the best actor.
She become as transformed in the same moment she was my slave-girl. It is
like she had a button to press, a transformation-to-slave-button.
It is only at the skilful actors you can see these sharp turnings in
personality. She had always dreamed of being an actor, but it was out of
question out here in the wilds (boondocks).
I admit that her offer felt tempting, but NO, I don’t want to continue with
her. She gives me no intellectual resistance. She is too lacking in
independence and wants me to steer her all the time. As a bit stupid she is
much more your type of girl, Peter, if you understand my point.
In the beginning it was funny to steer her all the time and see that she
blindly following my every order. Any absurdity and she just obeyed, even if
she restricted her actions to be just in front of me, where she had no
limits.
I tried out my most insane ideas on her and she followed me obediently and
slavishly. She just did as she was told without of any pride or sign of
humiliation. I detected a flash of “Do you really want me to do that?” in
her eyes the second before she obeyed.
You already know that I had her naked carry my pen in her cunt for me to
quickly get it when I needed it or dressed carry money for the parking-meter
in her mouth, when we went down to town. She couldn’t speak but I could
stand her obedient silence.
I had her naked under her coat when we took walks and exactly when I wanted
it she opened up her coat for my eyes. I was careful to not take any risks,
but she didn’t know that, she just obeyed.
She asked if she was allowed to go to the bathroom and do “BOM-BOM” and when
I told her NO she waited many hours before I allowed her.
When I sat in the sofa and watched TV I could had her standing up and wait
on me in the time of a whole long-film.
In the evening she asked me if she may wash herself, brush her teeth, wear a
night gown; lay in the bed or on the floor a s o.
In the morning she asked permission to wash herself, take off the night
gown, to sit at the table and eat or if she was allowed to go to bed after
serving me in the morning, when I left for work. She had no work to go to so
she served me and the house instead. She also wanted to be told witch
clothes to wear at any time when we was out-doors or had friends at visits.
I will not deny that she had been trained to be very talent with her mouth,
tongue and throat and letting me steer all her movements with them.
If I wanted to extend my enjoyment I could get my release when ever I wanted
– almost. Sometime it glides over the edge and there is nothing I can do and
she was never to blame. She is so obedient and sensitive that I can always
stop her tongue-movement in a spit second.
She has a very comfortable opinion when she says “A man need more sex than a
girl and that is okay for you to be released as often as you wish. I can
always wait for my turn if my Master allows it.”
As you know I snatched one of your ideas, so often when I’m sitting at my
computer and chatting on the net with other submissive girls I had her
sitting under my computer board and sucking (blowing) me. She sits naked
straight on the floor with her legs at each side of me chair and services my
dick (cock). She plays with it; caress it with her lips and tongue. Her
finger-tips caress and tickle my scrotum that hangs down, when I sit at the
edge of the stool.
I like it when I’m chatting with other submissive girls and have her on the
floor sucking me as long and in the exact way I like it. Occasionally I
steer her with short commando words that I’ve trained her on: “More
tongue!”, “Squeeze with your lips”, “Faster!”, “Deep!”, “Wash my testicles”,
(with tongue) “Faster tongue!”, “More saliva!” and “Still NOW!”
When I spout into her sucking and welcoming mouth she swallows it all, clean
it. And then she start to velvety and carefully caress
and kiss it in her
waiting for it’s renew interest of her oral attentions.
All this is very good, but what’s tempting me more is my new catch, ULRIKA.
She has a lot of what I missed in Tina.
“Peter, what in Hell should I do? I know that whatever I say she will do it
and I can not find anything that is so repellent for her that she deny and I
can take that for a reason to break up with her.
I have tried to encourage her to go out and met other men, but she just
moves close to me or through herself between my legs and sucks me off.
When
she has my dick in her mouth, I have not an earthly chance.
Peters view:
PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
”I understand your situation”, I answer him and I really did, but I felt
sorry for Tina.
“She will forget me when the time goes by, but up to that. If I only could
find something to order her, that makes her say NO. Perhaps you could help
me with that?” he tried.
“There is a solution. And I thought of the fact that you never could handle
it if she took her life!”
I said as carefully as I could, knowing that it increased his already bad
conscience, but I didn’t meant it like that. I had a key to his problem and
I had to clear the way for it by pointing out the most terrific scenario.
Once again my blasted and cold calculating brain started to plant bait as I
felt there was a way out for him, starting to take form in my brain, but it
was too weak to put my finger on, yet. I think that it started when he said:
“If you took her the problem was solved. But she thinks that you are very
old and that you could be her grandfather. I’m joking of course. She has
said many times that age doesn’t matters.”
We drank a beer. He sank into my sofa and we watched TV in silence, a
documentary at Discovery about tanks.
When the program arrested my attention, my brain started to work. It would
be nice to take over her, but the difference in age 32 years was TOO much.
Was there anything that could build a bridge over that fact? Something
temporary?
There was one unique bridge, though, my “slave-girl-school” and I said:
“I think that I have a possible solution. Are you sure that you don’t want
her back?”
“Yes, absolutely, I will stick to what I have decided. I have tried Tina for
so long that I know her inside and out.
Ulrika is my girl now, I think. Tell me now!”
“H’m!”
I said in my own thoughts.
“When you sound like that, you have a thing up your sleeve, I know”,
He said that in an attacking tone.
During my answer I felt my brain forming my solution, or anyway a possible
alternative. But would he agree? And would she agree?
“You say that she would do anything that you ask of her if you just don’t
break up with her and at the same time that you want her out of your hair.
What if you demand that she must register at my “Slave-girl-school” and
start to learn how to be a perfect slave-girl? There’s no need for you to
promise her to take her back, it is enough that she assume it herself. You
can give her the bait that she must stay at my school until her exam with
flying colors. I handle her examination and we could let her stay as long as
we decide or until the image of you fades in her mind. My important point is
to let the time pass. Besides of that it could serve as a warning shot for
her as well. If she says NO, then she has denied your order and she has
herself to blame.” I improvised.
“Explain more. Do you mean that I will not be forced to take her back? I
don’t want her back, not after I have met Ulrika.”
“If you send her to my slave-girl-school with the assumption that she must
pass her examination as the best pupil I have had so will I not allow her to
examine. I will just keep her here day after day, week after week. There
will always be more to learn. During the time she will - step by step -
forget her love for you, I hope.”
“Yes, it could work out. But you have no real slave-girl-school:”
“No, but she don’t know that. If we decide that there is a slave-girl-school
in my house, there is, depending on how naïve, foolish and credulous she
is.”
“Yes certainly! It’s perfect. You are a genius! It could work!”
It was silent it the room, we both thought about my idea and I fetch more
cans of beer and sat down in the sofa.
I could feel my imagination accelerating in my mind and could see a naked
young girl standing before me and wait for to carry out any order that could
came up in my frustrated sex-mind. And my mind is full brimful since my days
with Sonja.
Now Discovery showed old Chinese inventions as we Westerner thought were
ours, but some of them had been in China, hundreds even thousands of years
before Marco Polo brought them to Europe.
As woken up from his own thoughts Micke suddenly spoke:
“Yes, I buy it. I will try it with her. If she says NO, then she has
herself to blame and my problem is solved. If she swallows the bait you can
play with her in months and she will forget me.
I have been yellow and tried to make her leave me by her own and when it
didn’t work out I have tried anything (but this) to make it her fault that I
break up with her. Okay, I know that it is a wrong and a cowardly way, but I
can’t stand to see her tears.”
“I think it will function. She is young and nice in my eyes. Are you sure
that you don’t want her back, I mean when she had learned all there is?
“Listen at yourself. What can you teach her that I couldn’t?
I knew that was a manly joke. He knew that I had provided him with many new
ideas, for him alone to enjoy.
“I will go home and check the situation!”
He left quickly with my very special solution on his problem.
I had a little bad conscience. We were going to trick her into a
slave-girl-school, that didn’t exist and after that my dominating and
galloping games with her.
My bad conscience subdued by my strong hard-on in my pants.
I must pretence and train her in obedience every day and that would be nice,
if she only bought the trick with the slave-girl-school.
Silently in my conscience I inspire myself that the girl had her alternative
to voluntarily take it or to leave it. (If you don’t agree, I’m sorry.)
Damn! If she was foolish enough to swallow the bait, I could get the
possibility to play my game with a young girl and train her to be a perfect
slave-girl and I would have her in my grasp. She would be at my beck and
call and be my new Sonja. My God!
If she didn’t agree then it was her choice and Micke could break up with her
in peace. I forced my brain to see this as the main alternative, but my
brain was willful.
If she “voluntarily” agreed to register at my slave-girl-school and then
leaved (quit) and left me and my false school, then Micke had no problem and
I had to enjoy her as long as it lasted.
I had no control over my brain. My fantasy went into a spinning dive. I
really tried to get hold on it and not take out anything in advance. It
always ended in disappointment.
For a short moment I thought that if she didn’t take it, then Micke’s
problem was over and done with and for me it was okay, must be okay. If I
only hadn’t opened this door slightly!
For the sake of my own superciliousness and my own conscience I must stress
for myself that it must be voluntarily from her side and she must freely
register to my school.
I must not forget to tell Micke that condition.
//
I will continue to translate her story if there is expressed interest for
it, otherwise I rest my case.
/Cecilita
