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The Slave girl school

Part 6

The slave-girl-school part 6 of 12

 

The slave-girl-school part 6 of 12

 

Author: Cecilita. 

 

It is published with permission from those who’s concerned.

 

BTW:

The story is translated to the new development from English, the global meeting language, which is used by millions with their own mother tongues and it allows errors in grammar compared with Oxford English. They appreciate the possibility to communicate with others from all over the world and read things which they otherwise couldn’t assimilate.

 

The story is still SLOW and that is the price for telling it with all its feelings and details, as it was told to me!

/ Cecilita

cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

The slave-girl-school part 6 of 12

 

 

** PETER** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **

 

PETER: 

 

Life is funny!

Before, when I only had this slave-girl-school in details in my mind and fantasy it was so easy to handle a naked slave-girl. She had no face, no identity; she was just another girl and most important, a beautiful girl-body, that in my school must obey any of my crazy whims. I was free to put her through any humiliation I wanted and she was mine to play with in any way I thought of, almost if she wasn’t a human being, only a slave-girl. I could let her fulfill my every mad demand and she had to do anything to satisfy my highest standards. In my fantasies I didn’t need to punish her, she obeyed me anyway.

 

I had Tina. Yes, she was a slave-girl at my slave-girl-school and she was force to perform anything that came up into my mind. She was to be the slave of my cock and must release it when ever it needed to. I could humiliate her in any way I could think of. Okay, she could theoretically leave the school, but her love for Micke would restrict her in that.

She had to have the certificate to come back to him. Her body was mine to play with as I liked as well as her obedience, but inside she had her own thinking, her own thoughts and perceptions and that was what I was afraid of. I had to considerate her thoughts and her feelings and I wasn’t that free slave-trainer that I had been in my dreams, but she was alive and real in flesh and blood. In that my dreams failed.

 

She must believe in this slave-girl-school. I had to keep a professional image of the slave-girl-schoolmaster. There must be a strong element of pedagogic to make her believe in the school-idea. What I must avoid to any cost was her seeing me as the dirty old man, which I was. I had not those free hands as I had in my fantasy slave-girl-school.

 

The fantasy world is much easier than the real world. I understand so very well that I and many other men prefer the fantasy world before the real world, when it comes to sex. The fantasy world has NO restriction, but the real world is brimful of them and also consideration of another human’s feeling and thinking. To have a fantasy slave-girl, with no restriction in your mind, to masturbate to, is so much easier than when she has a face, an identity, a name and her own thoughts and free will. I had to accept the fact that there was a free will inside even if she, in her situation, had to following my will. I had still my bridge over educating and training her to be a perfect slave-girl and by that bridge I could lead her through almost anything. She is trained for her own good, not for mine *smile*.

BTW: “For your own good” is one of the biggest lies in the World.

 

 

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[In some sentence you can say that the willpower passes through a filter. When you get an impulse, from outside or inside the filter would decide for you to act or not act and that is a remnant of your will, even if you have given your will away and promises to obey another person. Your will is still there but you manipulate the filter.

This filter can be trained out of function so you react directly to an order.

What are not trained away are your after-thoughts, when you reflect on your earlier acting and behavior. Are you very well-trained to react on an order, you can decrease this re-thinking or simply pass by it, as done – history. The filter =Superego/conscience.

 

A not that well-trained person had to melt it in her own pace or as the cow; ruminate it.]

 

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I must not be ungrateful, my exceptionally good lucky star had choose me to experience a world in the cross line between the fantasy world and the real world. As long as I watch for the pitfalls I could stand with one foot in each world and call it an education, in my slave-girl school.

 

I’m very grateful to my fortune, to Micke, to Tina’s naivety but also to her young perfect little body and of course to her persistent love for Micke.

The dirty old man………

I’m also grateful to my doctor who, when I, in my last marriage had really problems, had written out a prescription for Testosterone for injection, as I do myself. That means that I now, completely legal, have a very high percentage of this Androgen in my bloodstream and with that also a super-high sex-drive. That will come handy now, with a young girl!

 

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I know that she mostly stood in the “order-position” because I had tipped Micke about it. The order-position is much more exposing of a female body, when she holds her hands behind her neck and elbows in level with the top of her head, it really lifts her breasts so high that she can feel it. The posture also laid bare her private part as she has her feet parted (shoulder-wide). The position had an adding, when she is within two feet (an arm-length) from her Master she must go up on her tip-toes and open her mouth, tongue out and resting it slightly at her under lip. Stretching up her legs in the tip-toe-position made her calves stretch as in high-heels and it is, beside of the obedience, very nice to look at. 

 

In verbal manner she laid her will in her Masters hand by confirmatively say: “Yes Master!”  It is not only a signal that she identifies me as her Master, it also signals that she had the Master-expectation on me and that she is ready for my orders and directions. She brings her body and mind under my command and I guess that also, for a real submissive, thrill her mind.

 

She is supposed to had her eyes at her Master to show him that he has her full attention and that she is ready to perform what ever he order her.

 

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This hand-at-her-thighs-position had to do for the moment even though I preferred the other one. 

 

I studied her naked girlish body, that stood at my disposal and that must execute whatever I commanded. She was here on test-hours and must be at her mental tip-toes.

 

She had really a little and pretty (cute) body. Her hips were in their development in direction to female curves, but there was a bit to go, now only poorly rounded. Her breasts were full and lifted by themselves.

 

I moved behind her and she stood completely without of movement.

 

I watch her young and undestroyed naked body and the sight was absolutely breathtaking. I had to fight the urge to touch her soft and young skin and that fight continued.

 

Her buttocks were evident and without of fat, only distinct muscles covered by baby soft skin. When I looked at her bottom I felt an sudden urge to smack the two muscles and see them stretch in waiting for next blow, though I’m not a spanking man, well I wasn’t before Sonja. 

 

Tina’s back was slim and her waist was slender. She had a two cm (1 in) brown birthmark just in the crossing between the waist and the left buttock. 

 

I noticed that she had no stretch marks and I couldn’t see any scars in her skin.

 

I knew that Micke had read “Anna’s diary-notes” and there were a lot of command-words, mostly postures that she had been trained to take up. I also knew that Micke had trained Tina at more then one of the action-command-words. But I couldn’t tell Tina that I knew that, more then a slave-girl was supposed to know them. She must not debunk our plot. If she did I feared that she could go out of control and I wouldn’t risk that for anything.

 

I must remember to visit the municipal library and borrow books about how to service, wait on table, lay a table, wash and etiquettes, which I was supposed to teach her, to make the slave-girl-school reliable. 

 

I took hold of the situation and said:

 

“Now we have to take care of the boring part, the formal application. Follow me to the kitchen.”

 

“Yes Master!”

 

She followed behind me and immediately I regret that I didn’t let her go first, but there would be plenty of time to study her body, probably in all the positions there are.

 

The application forms were sitting on the kitchen table. I ordered her to sit and to fill in her personal specifications. I knew that she then was also forced to read the main thing that I had prepared for her, to give the slave-girls-school credibility and an official cachet.

 

I stood close behind her and looked at her nude forms as I didn’t want her to see my eyes and my drooling mouth. This was absolutely heaven for me. Even when I had her naked body before my eyes I couldn’t believe my luck.

 

I could se her mature breasts move slowly when she moved her arms and the upper part of her body. They were really self-supporting, soft, slowly waving and living and they capture my whole attention as if I was out of brain.

 

I knew that I would get full possibility to study her naked body during the school days, but I just couldn’t hold back.

 

She read the paper and held the pen and filled in the form (blank) scrupulously. When she was ready she didn’t hesitate at the line for her signature. She just put the pen at the line and signed her name. I liked that she made filling in the form and undersign it in, one floating movement.

 

Now she was formally a student on my slave-girl-school. She was mine. Micke didn’t want her, nowwhen he had Ulrika, so she was twice mine.

 

I felt my brain spinning as it again was close to a neural-melt-down and had to take a deep breath. I was ashamed of my manly weakness, but knew that we can’t help our self. How vulnerable we are in all our strength!

 

Since she undressed my hands had longed for touching her young and nice body. It was awful to be able to watch but not touch, especially as I’m a man with high tactile senses.

 

Now she had signed the forms and now she was mine. I couldn’t believe my fortune. 

All that I didn’t dare to believe in had happened in this very moment.

 

I couldn’t help slipping down my hand on her front and feel her right breast with my right hand as I stood behind her. Helpfully and obediently she turned her breast against me to give me free access to it, probably knowing the she was in her test hours. I knew that Micke had ordered her to assist me in any possible way. She was also urged to response to me in lovingly, willingly and encouraging ways.

 

She put quickly down the pen and put her right hand behind her neck, as to give me free access to her soft and full breast. She also drew a deep breath to fill her chest with air or in humiliation.

 

Yes, she is docile and obedient, I thought. I can’t wait to enter her body with my throbbing dick (cock).

I could almost in my mind feel her softness and willingness to be at my disposal. I even imagine hearing her breaths adjust to my movement.  

 

Micke had been so detailed in his descriptions of her different way to react as I practically had experienced her body movements and reactions. My mind and cock had had many nice moments in remembering his descriptions of her. Sometimes I had felt it like I own her as well as he, but reality had woken me up many time from that feeling.

 

Now the whole reality had changed as I caressed her soft, young and warm breast in my hand and felt her nipple between my thumb and fingers, just to accentuate my ownership over her. Now when she had undersigned the forms she was mine to enjoy and do anything I want with.

 

“Yes Master!”

 

She suddenly said as to confirm that she had accepted my full right to her breast but also to her body and mind and perhaps as a point to her undersigning the papers.

 

Yes, we both knew that she was mine now; mine to do with what ever I had in mind and my mind was overfull. I also knew that she was ordered by Micke to be as helpful and willing as possible whatever I ordered her and that he had stressed that she wasn’t unfaithful when she obeyed me. As a one-man-woman that was very important to her and I imagine that I could feel that when she adjust her breast to my touching hand.

 

I detected that she had crossed a line. I was an other man and not her Master Micke and still her mind and body, but first of all her conscience had accepted that she was not unfaithful when she let me touch her breast and even offer me better access to it. If I had been a woman I had been moved to tears, but I’m a man and still I could feel that special vibration in the air. I think it was triggered from her good conscience. 

 

I had to stop my brain from being strike by a neuralgic meltdown and I also must keep the show of the official slave-girl-school up.

 

“Well, are your ready to start?”

 

“OH yes, Master! Please!”

 

I wasn’t sure if she was eager to submit to me or more probably, she wanted to start in order to finish this school as soon as possible. I fell for the first alternative as it spoke nicely to my ego, but…..

 

“On your feet!”

 

She moved quickly like a lightning and stood naked up on the floor with her hand at her sides, as a soldier at attention. She had her palms close to the outsides at her thighs and the thumbs forwards. A real soldier's subject for a slave-girl-school. She looked me in the eyes and I saw in them that she really was ready to perform at my whim or perhaps to learn, get her certificate and run back to Micke. At the same time as her body was strictly in position it was also tensed as a spring, ready to move. I could see small muscles in her body tighten to an alert.

 

The God must be gracious to me. Before this day I had hardly been able to get hold of a ten years younger woman, and now a young girl. Woman my own age didn’t appealed to me, I don’t know why as I’m not an age-fixed man. Perhaps it is that they are used up in their bodies, a secondhand thing compared to a young girl that is undestroyed, fresh and nice in her body. Sorry, I regret that a said that, can you erase it please? I know that my body is also used up, the dirty old man, knows that! But then again, my high percentage of Androgen is retarding my aging.

 

There she stood naked, young, nice and obedient, all for my beck and call. This was out of believes. It felt like a dream, a wet dream.  Situations like this just don’t happen in real life, do they?

 

 

 

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TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA

 

 

TINA:

 

As I read the papers in front of me at the kitchen table I saw that it was a real school, not that I had doubt it, but now I was sure. It was all printed forms.

The slave-girl-school’s name was: SFOOSC (School for overtaking of self-control). And it was printed at many places on the sheets. 

I didn’t really understand what it meant and that isn’t unusually for me, I’m not that much for reading.

 

I was amazed that the school applied for a grant of 150.00 kronor (12.500 £) on my behalf. I knew that Micke had not money to pay for the school and I hadn’t thought about that the school cost money. But nothing is for free and I know that there is a price-tag on everything.

 

I was almost afraid when he started to talk to my as I read.

 

- I must remind you that I can cancel the paper if you don’t have passed your testing-hours tomorrow, when the other girl phones. But if I let you stay after that, it is permanent.

 

Suddenly I felt a bit chilly in the surrounding air and also felt my nakedness. I study the forms and filled in my name, birth-date, address and those boring data.

 

I saw the line were I should write my signature and saved it to the last. When filling in the other data I let my eyes fly forth and back to that line and made up my mind during the time I let the pen fill in on the other lines.

 

I didn’t want to register to this school. I was a good an obedient slave girl for my Master. But he was going to leave me if I didn’t agree. So I must agree. Only he could cancel the contract so for me it was permanent so once I had signed it I was stuck. There was also another ticklish feeling that urges me to sign it. I was so curious if that feeling would disappear, stay or increase.

 

Peter was standing behind me and bended halfway over me and I could hear him breathe.

 

I heard the sound from my lungs when I fetch a deep sigh and put the pen on that line and undersigned the form with my name.

 

It struck me as a blow, I had signed in as a student on this school and now there was no return.

 

As I lifted the pen from the line it felt so beyond recall, but I was surprised by the ticklish feeling in my private part and in my backbone. I knew that I was at Peter’s mercy now, that he was my Master and it felt defiantly good.

 

I was on my way to take hold of this ticklish feeling, to kill it, as it wasn’t allowed. Then I remember Mickes words and clear order. Nothing at this school was even close to unfaithfulness! I had to obey Peter and see him as my trainer and Master and even if it felt good I wasn’t unfaithful as long as I obeyed Peter.

 

Peter could lead me to any action he wanted and I was without of guilt and was not to blame. Whatever he ordered me to do! Of course there must be superfluity of sexual tasks for a slave-girl. That is the whole point of it. I knew that I was a sex-slave to Master Micke and that had also to improve. I had many times used the word sex-slave and sex-toy when I meant myself in front of him.

 

I felt that ticklish feeling again and now more than that, but I dare not put a name on it. I felt an awfully nice feeling peeking; it was filled by a wanting to do those things that weren’t unfaithfulness. Never in my life I had felt thrilled by the thought of unfaithfulness, it had always been taboo and my brain had always locked it out. Now it was allowed! I was allowed to be unfaithful and it wasn’t even unfaithfulness. I felt dizzy in a forbidden and nice way.

 

I was on one day probation and I felt that I must give more than my very best to convince Peter to accept me as a student at his school, that cost so much money.

 

I could feel his hand stretching to my right breast and touching it and I felt that he had that right. I turned my breast more in his direction so he could touch it at his will.

 

I felt that my right arm was in his way so a rose it up to my neck to give him free access. His hand felt warm and soft. It felt stimulatingly nice in my body, but I couldn’t know if it was my submission to his will or just a warm hand that was allowed to touch my breast.

 

I felt his finger around my nipple and felt to my shame that it reacted directly to his stimulation. But I wasn’t unfaithful as long as I obey him! My only action was to obey and allow him access to my body, as he was in title to. I had given him that right by signing the paper. No, Micke had giving him that right by sending me here.

 

When I started allowing my feelings they began to live their own life, free from my bounds, my conscience of guilt. 

 

I must do something nice to him, to soften him up during those hours up to tomorrow, something that make him take me in to the school. He was not to be bribe, but he was a man and there were ways…

 

The warm feelings in my body produce by his warm and searching hand urge me to ask him if I may suck his dick (cock), but I didn’t dare to do it. My own initiative was not obeying and that would be a clear unfaithfulness. The only thing to free me from unfaithfulness was obeying.

 

He had told me that he would steer my and I loved when Micke did that, so I had to relax my mind and just wait for him to boss me around. Actually I was Peter’s sex-slave, his sex-toy. I felt a thrill of pleasure through my body.

 

I knew that I was good at sucking a cock. Micke had trained me in it and as he lazily preferred it I got a lot of practice, even if I thought that I was good at it before I met him.

 

 

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[How funny! When I was 14 y o I wasn’t ready to offer my pussy and I hated the thought of taking a cock in my mouth. It made me ready to gag and throw up, just at the thought of it. A neighbor boy forced (blackmailed) me to do it and if not he would tell my mother I have stolen apples in their garden. His blackmailing succeeded on his behalf.

 

I was on my knees in his parent’s garage and had his little cock in my mouth. He promised me that I had only to keep it in-between my lips and nothing else.

After being forced so far and to my own surprise it was warm, soft and pulsating. My tongue gives away and in curiosity I started to examine the funny texture at its soft and warm skin. When I kept my lips around it I couldn’t taste or smell it and the vomiting reflexes was repressed. My curiosity took over and I thought that my tongue movement inside my mouth, where he couldn’t see it, was my secret.  I felt free to investigate it with out of him knowing it.

 

I know now that I was stupid. Of course he felt that and he knew. How silly could one be?

My naïve thesis: “What you can’t see, you can’t know” was badly wrong.

 

Still in the garage:

I experience second for second this new side of life but very soon his cock started to twist and  when I felt it squirt inside and into my mouth I was beyond any negative feelings and started to long for the next chance to repeat this. I had nowhere to hiding it, so a swallowed instinctively, but was afraid to be pregnant. 

When he let it leave my mouth it did it with many question-marks. That was when I started to love this forced oral service for a man, not that I have had that many, but the ones I had, I wore out.

 

I confess that I provoke him seven times more.

Knowing he was looking and that his parent weren’t home I climb the fence and took one apple at the time, not that I liked apple that much but I was longing for that funny feeling of being forced and blackmailed to give him my mouth for his pleasure. 

 

Mostly I did it in their garage, but two times he took me up to his room and had me to undress in front of him and show myself in different postures and showing him my cunt, bottom and breasts. 

One time earlier he had promises to spank my bottom if he captured me again. I was forced naked before him and honestly didn’t want to let him spank me.  But when he blackmailed me again by threatening to tell my mother, I obey and placed myself over his knees. He spanked me with his palm until I promise to be a good girl. It felt so nice to be overpowered and force to submit to him. It ended with me on my knees before him and sucking him and I loved to be forced to do it.

 

My forced promises lasted to the next afternoon, when he caught me again when I had seen his face in the window watching for me. That time (the last) he told me that his parents were gone for the weekend and that he commanded me to suck him for hours and that he would spank me afterwards. I look forwards to the spanking too.

 

I put up a frighten face, but was full of joy and I was forced to do it but could do it in my own pace and make use of the chance to really investigate his cock’s all secrets. I’m sure that I had it in my mouth for more than a full hour and he had released himself three times in my mouth. I didn’t take my mouth away because he hadn’t told me to and he had started to order me hours of sucking. I’m sure now, that he let me do it because he thought that I liked it. After I had released him the third time he had lost his interest in spanking me and I was too proud to remind him, but I wanted to. By now I knew that the force of blackmailing me was the triggering code.

 

Lucky times are always short. He and his parents moved to another town 600 km (372 miles) away and that was it. I had seven fresh apples in my room, one I eat when he captured me. 

 

If you think that I let my mouth work for any boy’s pleasure, you are wrong. I waited until I met my boyfriend (sorry, I lost his name) and used him for everyday practice and he didn’t need pressing so he used my mouth many times a day. He also command me to do “quickies”, meaning that I must wait in one stall at the boy’s toilet, let him in and had two minutes to do him, or in our cellar or in the toilet at petrol station, where he worked. No talking, hugging or touching was allowed, only sucking. If I felt a need to kiss him I had to do it below his waist-belt and only if there was time over for it.

His two minutes limit was no challenge to me so he reduced it to one minute. Mostly I wan that too. I wanted to do it more often than him, but I could only beg him, when I was ordered to beg. 

He understood quickly that I needed to be ordered to do it, as I played my role of reluctance. As soon as he threatens me with spanking if I didn’t, I obeyed him. He never spanked me.

 

In contrast to his “quickies” he gave me all the time in the world when he stretched out on his back at his bed and let me please him in any way I felt for, after he ordered me to do it of course. I always use my mouth and tongue as I still was a virgin when I meet Micke, but he quickly changed that status of mine.

 

I have many times wondered if he revealed my cover.

What could he believe?

I told him that I didn’t want to do it and as soon as he forced me I hurried to obey him and had learned to do it good.

 

I had always waited in eager expectation for the order to do it even though I later with Micke allowed myself to take that initiative, especially in the mornings, the ordered and in some way forced sucking were the best for me.

 

Micke and I spoke frankly so he knew my secret of being forced to do it. To make it more pleasant for me he therefore often ordered me to wake him up in the morning and he didn’t need to threaten me I had promises to obey him. To break a promise to him was not even thinkable, so there I had my forced blackmailing. To mark his supremacy he gave me a time to wake him up to and a time limit for him to cum. His variations were thrilling f ex: 06.35 and within 2 minutes, or 07.00 after 35 minutes, or 07.00 at 07.05.  At the last example I had to prepare him to cum at 07.05 sharp and his first squirt must be at the mark, other ways I had a birching to look forwards to. After all training I was that good at it that I very seldom got a birching from that reason.

 

Later I have wonder about why the blackmailing was a turning point for me, from horror to a very nice and trigging feeling in my stomach. Could it be the natural experiences or the force of the blackmailing that spoke to a submissive nerve in my backbone? In the same way that I felt trigged when Micke forced me to do something I didn’t want to do or now when I was force to submit to Peter and was supposed to let him do anything he wanted with me. I could trace and recognize the nice feeling following of being forced to obey, as back to then.

 

One evening Micke called me a “sperm-eater” as a joke; we both laugh, but deep in my mind I felt that that was very close to the truth as long as I felt forced to do it. It started so miraculous feelings in my body that I thought that I could live my life with a cock in my mouth. I loved it both when it was little, soft and defenseless and when it was hard, demanding and pulsating and as soon as it entered my moth I felt it as my coerced duty to release it from its tenseness.]

 

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At the slave-girls-school.

 

Now I must wait for Peter’s order to do it even if I felt my secret eagerness.

 

Peter was my teacher, trainer and Master in reality and on paper but in the same time I felt that Peter own me now and I couldn’t possible offer him what he was entitle to command me to do. It all gave me those wonderful feelings, that weren’t allowed until I was order to do anything. My own longing must be my deep secret. Perhaps I longed for a Master now when Micke had sent me over here and Peter was the closes Master now for me.

 

Knowing my own mind I understood that what ever he ordered me to do, I was forced to do and with that started my own inner submissive pleasure. The forced obedience (in reality the hidden blackmailing) was important to build up my orgasm.

 

I looked up into Peter’s eyes and gave him a very submissive look as if I would say: “Master I’m at your disposal!” But that was not for my mouth to express, but for him to know anyway.

 

At the thought that Peter owned me I trembled in my body of expectation. Knowing that I wasn’t unfaithful to Micke if I was ordered, I wanted to say: “Master, I do anything you order me to, anything!” But I didn’t say that either.  It was forbidden. Beside of that Peter was a professional slave-girl-trainer. He, if anyone, knew that I had to obey him to the letter. That I belonged to him now and that he could make me do anything he wanted. It gave a nice shiver.

I would gladly do it as long as he forced me by his order. The good thing was that I didn’t need to play reluctant, I could just blindly obey.

 

I felt this nice slave-girl-feeling in waves inside of me, strengthen by the force of my on undersigning of the paper and the test hours during I must give my very best efforts.

 

With a shudder I thought of that he could do anything he wanted with me and my body. I had sign the paper and with that passed over my will to him. My conscience told me that it all was the only way back to Micke and that was the main reason, not my ongoing longing to obey.

 

Yes, I should only obey and learn, I told myself and felt warm all over.  I had no will now. Peter’s will was my will, whatever he wanted I must want too.

 

I had never in my life felt so wonderful exposed and vulnerable in front of a man and I had never felt this new ticklish feelings all over my naked body. It felt like a wonderful itch in my skin and not only in my skin….

 

He didn’t look that old any longer and that wasn’t important anymore. He was a mature man and his voice was now my law to follow. I felt dizzy in a nice way and felt my feeling of obedience increase inside of me when I thought silently: “What ever he say, I will obey!”

 

“Stand up!”

 

I sprang to my feet in a second to demonstrate my eagerness, willingness and obedience. He must be given the impression that he had a full-fledged slave girl at his command and that I was ready for exam and soon could return to my waiting Master Micke.

 

But this ticklish feeling felt so nice that I wanted to stay for some short time to experience it and taste it.

 

Not knowing how to stand before him I stood in attention with my hands at the side.

 

- Do you know the order-position?

 

- Yes Master!

 

I felt really naked in front of him as I stretched my body for him to see.

 

- Order-position now!

 

I obeyed him and stretched up my hands to my neck and parted my feet. To impress on him I opened my mouth and let my tongue rest at my lover lip and rose to my toes, feeling the stretch in my calves. I was trained and had no problem with the balance.

 

- Yes Master!

 

- Right! When I’m in the distance of less than two feet from you, as now, you do this with your tip-toes, open moth and tongue out. Good! From now on I don’t want you to remind you of this position. As soon as you wait for orders it is always in this position, but there is an different if I’m within 2 feet from your or further away. Keep on like this.

This position is vital in a Master-slave-play so I think that you have to learn it from the beginning.

 

- Yes Master!

 

I didn’t know why I should learn it from the beginning, but he was the boss. I thought I did it good when I added the tiptoes, open mouth and tongue out. I felt like a correction but perhaps he was that very accurate in his teaching, I felt a wave of expectation and a thrilling challenge at that thought. He was my trainer and teacher and it was his right to correct me and taught me his standards.

 

I felt pure happiness. I love to obey him. Please let him order me to do anything…..

 

I was convinced that I, at this slave-girl-school, was going to really learn how to obey and as my trainer and Master I believe that Peter was going to make me the most perfect slave-girl in the world. I know that it is too much to claim, but someone must be the best. In my whole body I felt that there was nothing that he couldn’t teach my body, which it couldn’t learn to perform and act out at his will and supervision. It disturbed me though, that I wasn’t thinking about Micke all the time, as I have had the last hours.

 

I felt so liberated from my unfaithfulness-restrictions when I was able to try out anything at this school and all for free. He owns my obedience all ready, but I should voluntarily offer him my quickness and eagerness to obey him, even he could demand that too.

 

In a funny way I felt it as if my submission was in a big school-cauldron and there was a strong fire under it and make it boil. But I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

 

 

 

//

 

To be continued if you are interested, otherwise I rest my eyes, fingers and brain.

 

Translating is a hard work, when you must let your thoughts be thrown between words from different languages and weigh in a scale to make it balance and in the meantime not loose the meaning and the message. But who is perfect?

 

It is easier to have grammar ideas if you only have one language to cling to; I have four, at the bounds of five.

 

What you read in 2 seconds or less I had to read, translated, weighed, write, reread, changed, reread, write and reread in 20 minutes or more.

 

Still, as a woman I’m driven by encouragement.

 

I thank all those nice people who had taken their time to feed me with that.

 

/Cecilita

cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

 


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