I start with Peter’s version:
PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
I’ve been divorced since 4 years now and live alone in my own house. My
story is nothing that I’m proud of to have carried out, but I couldn’t stop
it. One thing followed by another.
I’m grateful if you please try to see it from my point of view.
My Fortune opened the possibility for me, a 52 y o man, to almost
uninhibited play with a young, naked and undestroyed girl and I felt that I
must be on that train, when it left the station.
I have missed train before for the reason that I had not reacted in time and
I have regretfully learned my lesson.
In my mind there was an unequal struggle between,
on one side my conscience and what I’ve learned to be right and wrong and
utilization of a weaker part, and
on the other side my manly hormones that in my planning let my thoughts play
with a 32 years younger, slender, soft and beautiful girl and the
possibility to give body to my deep longing after unlimited power over a
obedient female. I had learned it as “a voluntarily obedient female”.
Guess which side that won?
First a little view of my background to my justification.
I was 20 y o when I had an immature and clumsy BDSM-play-relation with a
young girl (Sonja 16 y o).
She was more plain than beautiful, but she offered me pleasure and obedience
that I didn’t know existed.
It was she who opened up a window to and taught me about this strange World
of BDSM. She had learned it from another and older boy, but after that she
had been settled in the feeling of submission he broke up with her, finding
a new and undestroyed mind and flesh.
I found her sad and forlorn on a park bench outside his house, where he had
a new party. There was an empty place beside her and she unburdened her
heart to me, a stranger. She told me that she couldn’t live without him and
that he was so firm and comfortable for her.
In her disconsolation and missing of him she freely told me about their life
together and how wonderful it had been when he decided everything for her.
She proudly told me that she was his slave girl and had no worries in her
life. She had only to do as she was told and she felt a peculiar and
submissive nerve vibrate in her private parts and wanted more and more of
that feeling.
As a late teenager I had no idea of anything else than the missionary
position, but I was thrilled and bewitched by the feelings following the
thoughts of the complete power over a female, that she gave him. As his
slave girl she did absolutely anything that he told her to.
Everything of this was new and unknown to me and it spoke directly to my
dick, (cock) which began to see its chances and a way to be spoiled over all
senses.
We began a relation in the meaning that she moved into my home and I got the
impression that she had me on trial. The first three days we were only
friends, but then she opened up the window for me to see and enjoy this
other World.
Sonja taught me to be a Master and she gave me delights that I didn’t knew
existed. She was the most pleasant and female being that I ever have met.
And she gave the words SEX and DELIGHTS a new meaning. I was struck dumb
with her eagerness to serve me in any time of the day and that she always
wanted to give more.
When ever I found out a new game or a new way for me to enjoy her I just
told she and she made it be my reality. My enjoyment was the most important
thing for her. She said: “A slave girl lives only to make it pleasant in
every way for her Master!”
I thought that I experience everything with her, but later my inventiveness
improved and my former fantasies showed to be just the top of an iceberg,
when she wasn’t there anymore.
She repeatedly told me that she had absolutely no limits and that I had to
set them and that I also had to test her on that point. “I execute anything
that you order me to!”, “Your will is my law!”, “I love it when you test me
and take out all of my abilities”, “Don’t you worry about me, just think of
your self” and “I’m your eagerly and willingly tool to do with what ever you
wish”.
She wide opened a dominating world for me where she claimed that my will was
the only one that existed in my home.
She made my every boyish most madly sex dreams come true and I didn’t know
what was up or down. I tried to find new orders for her to fulfill and she
just performed what ever I could come up with. She was only 16.
She had very small breasts but I didn’t care. She had everything else that
was supposed to be found on a woman’s body.
And she was an expert in the art of giving pleasure to a man, thrilled up
many levels by her total obedience and exciting eagerness.
I hadn’t before, even heard about, that a girl could take a dick (cock) down
into her throat and keep it there and massage it for then man’s pleasure. It
surprised me to see my whole dick (18 cm = 7 in) disappears into her mouth
and that she had her lips in my pubic hair. She swallowed my sperm as it was
much longed-for nectar. And she always licked her lips as she wanted more
and licked my dick to make it clean or to entice it to give her more. I
didn’t figure out what the real reason was.
Very often she spontaneously open up her mouth and gave me with that a sign
that she wanted me to ORDER her to suck (blow) me.
She sucked me, licked my testicles, crutch and hairy behind as often as I
wanted her to do it and many times a day she begged of me to order her to do
it. She loved to lick and suck at my toes (even if that wasn’t my cup of
tea) and to wash my whole body from my feet to my neck with her tongue in a
very slow and thorough an-hour-and-a-half-process. She called it “my
body-wash”.
In the beginning I was terrible ticklish in my crotch and she had the look
of a naughty girl that trigged for a punishment. I soon got more used to
her sharpen and soft tongue and kissing lips, but the odd sensation of
tickling was still there.
She loved to wake me up in the morning with my dick in her mouth or her
tickling tongue deep in my crotch. Some time, when I was sleeping on my
stomach she found the out-way in my behind with her tickling and licking
tongue. Another time I woke up by her warm breath against my sensitive parts
just before I drowsy with sleep perceive what was going to happen. It was a
sensation that one could die for.
She told me that when I gave tasks for her tongue, lips, oral cavity and
throat she sunk into her own giving and timeless world and could keep going
for ever.
Punishment was not a big thing for us, (Read: To me) but sometime she
provoked me to put her over my knees, more as a gesture or a play. Or rather
she placed herself over my knees and presented her naked and wriggling
bottom to my attention. 4-5 times she wanted me to spank her in a teaseling
way with a birch-rod, that she produced and she wriggled more and more for
each hit and asked for more with: “Please, Sir, don’t stop”, “I will be a
good and obedient girl, Master!” and “I will do what ever you say, Master!”
A funny promises because she always did.
She reacted also by excitement when my hand hit her bare bottom and she told
me that it trigged her to be much more obedient. To stress her point of view
in the matter she said: “When ever you want me more obedient, just spank me,
Master!”
She also stressed that her bottom was always there for my hand or the birch
twigs. I was the one who held back on that.
She begged me to, each time openly ORDER HER to show my friends her respect,
when they arrived and when they left, by kneeling and soundly kissing
outside their jeans and over their private parts.
It was a way for her to show them their superiority over females but first
of all to get them to envy and admire me, who had her full attention 24
hours a day. Every time I had to loudly order her; “Show my friends your
respect!” and I knew that she loved these degrading actions in front of my
friends.
One time I forgot it when two of my friends were going to leave and she gave
me an evil eye of blame, but submissively nothing more. That remind me and
she got her order and winked at me before she threw herself to her knees in
front of Mattis and Gunnar and performed her self-created humiliating
mission.
I had an increasing numbers of manly friends those days. Wonder why! *Smile*
She was always fully dressed and she often overact her serving role and
openly told my guests that she was my slave girl to do with as I pleased and
that her only mission in life was to release my dick in any way I wished for
and that I could do anything to her that pleased me. She often stressed that
“My Masters wish is my command” and jokily “He only has to open his mouth
and then I do the same, but for another cause!” she teased them.
Gunnar said in open enviousness that he very much liked to try that mouth
and she answered instantly:
“If Peter orders me I will not refuse and it will give you pleasure beyond
your wildest dreams. But he is my Master and decides for me what to
do!”
I knew that she loved to give me the absolute power over her in front of the
boys. To point out that my will was the only thing that restrains anything
to happen in the room.
Probably was I the only one in the room that knew that she didn’t
exaggerated about the pleasure she was capable to give.
Still I could see her cheeks turn red when she told three of my manly
friends that I often trained her in obedience like a dog and that she naked
followed all my commands. She loved the envy she raised and after that, when
we were alone she was especially willingly and wet for me, if that was
possible.
Smilingly she noted that so many boys wanted to be my friends.
Sonja was the gift of God to Man.
When we had guests she stood up ready to serve me or sat at my feet, as if
she was ready to give me oral service at any sign for it. I knew she would
have done it openly and in a great show without hesitation if I had ordered
her. But I thought that her fully clothes and verbally and obedient
exhibitions were enough.
I must say that even I liked the eyes of jealousy from my friends, knowing
that any of them would have swap for my Master-role in a second. One of them
Anders asked if he could sit in a nook to observe when I trained my naked
slave girl, but I said NO.
Quickly I found that I was the one who must take responsibility for her
action, not she. She stressed verbally on front of my friends that she was
there only for me and that I could be released in any way I liked, how often
I wished and for how long as I wanted. It was only for me to command her.
She loved her long-time missions. I saw many pants bulged when she raised
and feed their fantasy images up to the sky.
Knowing that she had absolutely no limits I demonstrated my responsibility
when I (we) had guests at home. Though, it was a thrilling and exciting
feeling to know that only my restrictions prevent her from a naked and
total
submissive show by her own in front of my friends. Knowing that she had done
absolutely anything to make them envy her Master. That was also the reason
to let her be fully dressed when I had visitors. She had begged me to have
her showing more skin when we had guests but I denied her that. Before any
guest arrived I choose from her clothes, which she had put on the bed, what
she should wear and afterwards she put away all the other.
During two minutes-intensive months I experienced the heaven with her, but
was forced to temporary move from the town, when my mother died. But
temporary was transformed to perpetual and I didn’t move back. I have never
regretted anything more in my life.
In my hair-raising missing of her I understood that I had been gawky in my
attempt to be a demanding Master for her. She had very much more to give.
This I had to painfully regret during the coming years as I married,
divorced, remarried and divorced.
My wife no 1 offer me only lame trying to play in my newfound game so it was
my fantasy that saved me, but it also overthrow my both marriages. Most was
my own fault - all of it to be truthful.
My 2nd wife found my fantasy notes from my time after Sonja and that was too
much for her.
The more Sonja disappeared in my history the more I regretted all the things
I could have enjoyed her more. In a time when she gave me completely free
hands with her.
I couldn’t let go of all the trigging experiences of power and in my
imagination I refreshed them.
I searched contact with Sonja two times, only to find that she had changed
and was now more mature. She had two children and they were her life now.
She told me that there was no longer any room for “that childish nonsense”,
as she called our games. I felt tears of disappointment rolling down my
cheeks though I’m not a crying man.
I regretted again all the things that I hadn’t done with her, when she had
another point of view.
I sadly and philosophically found out that “Past times never returns and
can’t be copied, the parameters has always been changed!” /C)
In my longing for power I tried to influence a female co-worker into the
BDSM-world. When I had got her interested for a try she was on her way back
to her husband, after a short visit in freedom. I often wonder if that spark
was a lease of new life for them.
I succeed to persuade my first wife and negotiate about having her be my
slave girl in my game. But she just played her role to be nice to me and she
hadn’t the prime mover that I had seen in Sonja and that I thought was
necessarily. The voluntarily drive.
That was the way Sonja had taught me, that the woman herself wanted to be a
slave girl. This story will show a bit of a compromise in the signification
of the word “voluntarily”.
Those negotiate cost me a lot and she carry through her part of the game
mechanically and without her soul. If you understand my meaning I could as
well had had “The inflatable Barbara” (The plastic Doll).
No, the trigging experience of power was on ice and I could only get it to
live in my fantasy. My God, I regretted the entire thing I didn’t do with
Sonja, when she gave me the complete control over herself. She urged me to
use more of my imagination and stimulated me to do more with her, but the
blockhead, I ……
My fantasy played with the thoughts of training her in obedience
in the
presence of Per, one of my closest friends from
childhood-time. He would
have been trustworthy enough to not tell and I knew from later that he had
really enjoyed her dog-like training. Every position I could showed her body
in and any order she had obediently acted out, knowing he was watching. I
knew she would like it and so would he and I.
In discussions with my friends and co-workers my solid opinion has always
been that everyone decides for themselves as long as it is voluntarily. All
kinds of blackmailing I had, like everyone else, rejected. “Free will” is
words of honor.
//
Now closer in time:
I had had Micke as my best friend in many years now. It differs 19 years
between us. I’m 52 y o and he is 33.
We have worked together and delivered TV sets and stereo equipments to the
firm’s customer in many years. You carry in many different positions,
lifting, dragging and slanting 40 inches TV-sets from the truck and to 5th
floor when the elevator is out of order. In those situations it is essential
to trust each other.
Micke has many times said that he didn’t experience any difference in age
between us, more than that I have studied longer and lived longer. I see in
him a very good friend and mate. Actually one of me best friends as I have
only few now days. The only thing that really differs is our taste in music,
his I don’t understand at all and mine is more melodious.
We have talked very much in the truck during these five years, both about
our problems and our deepest thoughts.
Micke and I get on well and share the same opinions and are complementing
each other well. It is inevitable that one have an effect on each other in
different directions.
Deep discussions are one of our favorites. We often met after work and have
a beer together, or more. Our fantasies move in the same area.
Very early I told him dreamingly about Sonja and I also gave him advice in
how to handle a slave girl. It was partly new advices and ideas for him and
some even for me as well. I had no slave girl to practice them on so I had
to set with verbally living partly his life.
He started to joke about: “You know you have a slave-girl-school at home!”
I told him freely and honestly about my life and he gave me the possibility
to follow his in sharp verbally details. Very often in the truck he told me
about his new conquests and how they fell out. He never held back on details
and we had pleasure of it both him and I.
The concept “Slave-girl-school” become a joke between us.
We both knew that I DIDN’T have it, but we fool around and pretended both
that I had. Well I told him that I had plans for it but we both knew that
would stay at the planning level for ever.
I stimulated my own fantasies by “preparing” for a slave-girl-school in my
home, searching Internet for projects and suggestions.
When he met a girl that he could play this special game with I
came up with
suggestions and he answer: “You are the expert, you have your
slave-girls-school at home:” Then we both laugh loudly.
The last 2-3 years he steadily discussed the matter with me before he took a
drastic decision in his love life, as a second opinion. He told me that it
at many times had stopped him from just dash away and act.
Micke is a typical emotionalist and I am more calculating and logical.
Sometimes I’m ashamed over my cold calculating mind and would rather become
an emotionalist as he.
//
It was Friday evening and I watch TV in my loneliness when the phone rang.
It had done that earlier and then it was X-wife no 2 that had gabbled in
half an hour about negligible things that I not even remember. Intertwined
in her drivels she said something about her wish to return to me. She had
had some glass of wine so I didn’t even comment on that.
Honestly I didn’t know my answer. She had found my fantasy notes about BDSM
and left me for them and she was much too prudish to play in my kind of
game. She was raised to be a “good girl”. Perhaps the wine had open up a
door in her mind, I don’t know.
This call comes from Micke, who wanted to come over to me. He had a BIG
problem.
- Yes certainly! You are always welcome.
One hour later he sat in my guest chair and told me about his problem, that
later come to change my life to
I didn’t know that then.
He had been living with Tina (20 y o) 4-5 months now, even if that she had
her own flat as well. She was still madly in love with him, with a stress at
MADLY and was also totally without of limits, as Sonja - I thought.
Micke was a good-looking man and he had boyish image with a natural
attractiveness and had always an ironical glint in his eyes. Therefore it
was no surprise that the girls were attracted to him.
He on the other side had started to get tired of Tina after just a month.
She was as glue and he felt it like he couldn’t breathe.
He had told me that they very often played Master-slave-girl-roles and Tina
was a girl that took her role-play gravely.
He had told me about their games and I had suggested variations and
developments.
I, myself had only met her twice and both times in Micke’s home.
She unknowing, I knew all about her submissiveness and she hadn’t paid me
the same “respect” as Sonja had done with my friends. Well Sonja was unusual
in her showing off to start envious.
One thing I found trigging and intriguing was that I could give Micke
advices knowing that she was going to act them out later on the evening. It
gave my reposing feeling of power an extra kick.
When he later told me about Tina I automatically thought of Sonja. It seams
appeared as Tina also had that driving force, that she wanted to be a slave
girl and in a funny way enjoyed it herself. She had told Micke that for her
it was “the giving” and the feeling of self-devotion that incite her and
lead her up to an orgasm.
Tina was a girl just turned 20 and rather Nordic-like with a long and light
hair. She was slender and hardly smart in her head. This is not patronizing,
we are different as creatures. But she fitted into the template:
“Folish
Blonde” or Bimbo.
She was nice to look at with her long and slender legs and a visible behind
in her jeans. She had full breasts in my opinion.
Micke had told me the she bleached her light-brown hair and with that the
epithet: “Foolish Blonde” disappeared.
I knew that Micke had met another girl, which he thought fitted him much
better than Tina and that was the reason that he wanted to break up with
Tina. And now he feared for seeing her cry and didn’t want to disappoint
her.
Simply: He wanted to break up with her, but couldn’t do it.
He meant egoistically that for him it had been easier if she broke up with
him, but she wouldn’t.
This was a big problem for him.
//
Now we had reached the end of part one and also a turning point.
There is a
If there are explicit interests out there for the rest of the story I will
continue otherwise I rest my case (fingers, eyes and mind).
/ Cecilita
cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com
The Slave girl school part 2
of 10
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
before Marco Polo brought them to
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
The Slave-girl-school part 3
of 10
Micke’s view:
MICKE ** MICKE ** MICKE ** MICKE ** MICKE **
MICKE:
When I was on my way home to Tina’s flat I wondered.
Yes, I think she would buy it and if not she had to blame herself. I was the
winner either way, if she takes it or reject it.
But I think that she is naïve enough to go along with it and register at his
“school” and believe that she may come back to me.
It was a good advice from Peter that I should avoid to give my promises that
she could return to me after her exam, only let her believe it herself.
It was also a nice thing that I could get the possibility to give Peter
something he deeply wanted, a slave girl to play with at his whim. Peter had
always been so kind and helpful. And Tina was used up in my eyes.
I opened her entrée door with my key and Tine come rushing to me.
Her face was wet from tears and that make her rather ugly though she was
doll-sweet basically.
“Hi Micke! Welcome home. Please say that you don’t are
going to leave me. I
can’t handle that. Is there anything wrong with me? I will change. I will do
exactly as you want, if you don’t breaks up with me. Micke, please, is there
anything that you don’t feel comfortable with in me, please tell me. I will
transform in anyway you want me to, I promises. You know that it isn’t an
empty promising. You may force me. Please force me to be like you want me. I
like to be as you want me, please, don’t break up. I will not live if you do
that. Anything, anything, please.
The words just raced out of her mouth and she talked without of
interruption, not breathing, it seemed. She cried and shouted.
As soon as her tone of voice started to be too high she immediately fell
down to sweet submissiveness.
I felt so sorry for her though it was not the first time I broke up with a
girl and I knew it would passes. Both for she and I. I
tried to calm her
down by a big hug, as I know she loves.
“Hi Tina!”
I felt sorry for her when she started to beg me to let her stay and I was so
very close to say: “OK, I let you stay!”
We men are really cowards when it comes to female tears and beggings.
Unfortunately some women know that and use it as a weapon against us when
they want something their way. It turns back at those women who are straight
because we sometime suspect false crocodile tears.
Tina’s tears were real and true, that I felt and knew.
I admit that my mind played with the thoughts of demanding impossible action
from her and enjoy her for some days, at a trail. The word TRAIL is always
so preliminary, never surely and it also has the effect to press a person to
give so much more of herself. She would have to exert
herself to
obliteration just to please me in every way.
It felt not fair. The plot that Peter and I had for her, was it fair?
Yes, but only a bit fairer. She would have alternative and she could say No.
Of course she would say NO.
A slave-girl-school in the beginning of year 2000, it was ridiculous and she
couldn’t buy it. Though she was short-sighted and naïve a slave-girl-school
must be too much.
I looked at her tear wetted face and her begging eyes.
Then I thought of Ulrika. I had told her that I would break with Tina this
evening and she was going to move over to my place the day after tomorrow,
when her parents had left for their summerhouse.
No, Ulrika will win, I thought to my self.
“Tina are you prepared to do anything to stay?”
I asked and let my tone indicate that I didn’t really believe her.
I saw the hope in her eyes.
“Yes Micke, I do exactly what you want me to. What ever, just tell me. I
will walk naked at the mall if you tell me to. Anything! You can even have
other men locking at me when I serve you. Please Micke!”
She kneeled in front on me and started to move her hands to my crotch.
“Do you want me to suck you off? I will make it most enjoyable for you. Just
relax and let me take care of you.”
I knew that if she had my dick in her mouth I was without of resistance and
could take everything back. It is like Hell for a man, to be that weak - and
knowing it.
I heard my own voice say:
“No Tina, not now, but soon!”
I could not just say NO, she wouldn’t recognize me if I did.
I took her by her hands and pulled her up carefully but firmly up on her
feet.
“Okay! Just tell me!”
I chanced subject.
“Is it really so that you’ll do anything I say? That you will
change to my
will?”
“Oh Yes! Anything you say, anything. Please Micke tell me what I shall
do,
please!”
It felt so good in my body when she said that, as if she gave me a “Carte
blanche” to her body and mind.
“Okay Tina. I will give you ONE condition but there will be no negotiate
about it. Listen to me: Either you take it or reject it; it is entirely up
to you. It must be your voluntarily choice!”
I tried to sound firmer in my voice than I felt, but I had really no choice.
I must stress the gravity in the situation. Ulrika was on her way to move in
to my flat and I regretted that I had locked my hands with her.
“Oh Yes, Micke. I’m always willing to help you in
anything. Please Micke,
let everything go back to normal.
I saw hope in her eyes and she relaxed and showed childish happiness.
I must say it!
“But you don’t know what it is yet.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll do it. I’m your slave girl, Master. You do anything
you want with me and I do anything you want, you know that.”
I pluck up courage but I regretted the words when I said them, as if I was
insulting her already perfect submissiveness. She was so much a slave girl
that there was no more to ask of her.
“I want a completely perfect slave girl that obeys every sign from her
Master. I also want a guarantee for her obedience and subjection!”
“Yes, Please Micke. I promise to be the best slave-girl you ever wished for.
I promise! Thank you, Micke. I love you so much. Let me show it for you!”
“Stop! I’m not finished. The condition that I talked about is that you
voluntarily register at a slave-girl-school and that you, after finishing
the course, exam with “flying colors”. And you must be the very best
student in that school. Then you will have the possibility to show how much
you love me. (I knew that the last sentence was a false opening for her.)
She was silent for many long seconds. Had I found an order for her to deny?
Anyway, now I had said it. I knew that she shouldn’t be back. Or did I?
I could get tired of Ulrika, even if it didn’t felt likely now. I knew how
my feelings could change from time to time.
What if she returned from Peter as the most well trained, most submissive
and perfect slave girl in the world. Perhaps I could have her together with
Ulrika.
Ulrika was no stranger to Master-slave-games and she had texpressed the
possibility to be a mistress. I didn’t like her in that role, but who knows?
What if I could bind Ulrika to the slave-girl-role and take Tina back,
having TWO slave-girls.
NO! Back to earth!
I could visit Peter and see how well he could train her. One will never
know!
“Yes, Micke. I agree!”
“You hesitated?”
“No Micke. I decided directly but then I wondering about why you wouldn’t
train me yourself to be your slave-girl at home, as you use to do. I will be
so quick at learning.
“Tina, I said that where no negotiation. Either you take it or walk.
I want a professional trainer to handle my slave-girl!”
“Okay, I understand, but where is there such a school?”
“You have met Peter. He has a slave-girl-school, but you may not tell
anyone. He has trained a lot of slave-girls.”
“Okay, but Peter is an old man! He is hundred times older than me.”
“Tina! How many times have we talked about this? Hundred times twenty, how
much is that? You must not magnify.
So, you don’t want to go to his school. Okay! You do as you want, but…”
“NO, please Micke! I’ll do it. I want to. I just thought that he is so old.”
Now I felt that I must defend Peter and my bait and our thing with the
slave-girl-school and his age altogether.
“I didn’t say that you should marry him. He is only you teacher, trainer and
of course your Master in the school. If a slave-girl want to return to her
Master her teachers’ age must be unimportant. It is crazy to think so. You
are not going to fall in love with him. He is there to teach and train you
to be the super perfect slave-girl I always wished for.”
“NO, I’m sorry! You are right, as always. I’ll do it for you!”
“Stop again! First you must register and get a place on the school. He has
only one student at the time. Note that it is you that must make him accept
you as a student. Then you must put your mind into the lessons and work with
him so that you passed with distinction.
“Yes Micke! I will do as your say, if only you take me back. I promise to
obey you!
“Yes and obey him, other ways you can’t be passed and be the best student he
have ever had.”
“Yes, I will do exactly as you say, thank you Micke. It couldn’t be
difficult. I will only learn everything he tell me to and obey him. It is
simple as that.
“Exact so!”
“But if he wants to fuck me, to be sucked by me and so?
I don’t want to be
unfaithful to you. ”
“Tina! What do you think? He is your Master and he will do anything he
wants
with you and you will obey him to the letter.”
“Yes Master, but I don’t want to be unfaithful to you, Sir!” She repeated.
“Tina, you are not unfaithful to me whatever you do there. You are ordered
by me to just following his order and that erase all thoughts of
unfaithfulness. Just obey and learn, that’s why you
are there. He can fuck
you as much as he wants and you will do it good so I don’t have to be
ashamed. As long as you obey him you are not even in the neighborhood of
unfaithfulness.”
Why had I a feeling of loosing me grip over her and hand it over to Peter?
She must go at this bloody slave-girl-school and Peter had to make it be
real. It was not for the school, but for her to get out of my flat and
Ulrika…. I must think of Ulrika and me now.
“How long must I stay at this school? May I return to you in the evenings?”
I felt panic inside of me. Would she came home in the evening and see my and
Ulrika. NO!
“NO! You must live there until he tells you otherwise and send you home with
the highest certificate. For you it is simple, as you said. You have only to
be maximal obedient and you will fix it. To be obedient is no problem for
you.
You must also learn everything a slave-girl must know, to serve, wait at the
table, cooking, cleaning, washing and how to behave in every possible
situation”.
“Yes Micke, but that could take many days!”
“Yes, it could long for weeks or months. But how long times it will take you
decides yourself by being a model student. The quicker you learn the quicker
you will exam.
You have to learn quickly and see him as your teacher, trainer and Master.
The more you learn and the quicker you adjust yourself to the school rules,
the quicker you can finish and return to your real Master as the perfect
slave-girl. He has only one student at the time so he will decrease the pace
compared with how obedient the student is and how fast she learn. OK?”
I knew it could be construed as a promise for her to come back to me, but I
had said it now and I wasn’t even sure any longer that I would reject her
later on.
“Yes Micke. I will hurry back to you. I will be as obedient and good as I
can. I will learn everything and be your sincere and perfect slave-girl. I
will really obey any order and I will soon be back with you. You will wait
for me, will you?”
Bad conscience again and I answered evasively:
“I expect you to be a good and obedient student and that you will be sent
home as the most perfect slave-girl there is.”
“Thank you Master. I will be good. I promise. I just want to be sure that
I’m not unfaithful to you, Master!”
“Tina! Let me put it like this: You have as a slave girl absolutely no
personal responsibility for anything you do, as long as you obey him and if
you don’t obey him he will punish you at his whim. Just do as you are told
and put your mind into it and be the best there is for me to be proud of. If
he orders you to suck him you will do it better that you do it for me. That
is progress and development and learning and a sign of a good student.”
//
Translating is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven
by encouragement.
I thank all those nice people that take their time to feed me.
Cecilita
Continued
** MICKE **** MICKE **** MICKE **** MICKE
MICKE:
"I will pay your rent during term time."
"Thank you, but I paid it last Tuesday for next month."
I avoided that trap.
"You have often talked about being a 24/7-slave-girl. At his school you
will
be able to try being a real 24/7 slave. It is all the hours of the day and
all
the days in a week. And all the minutes and seconds within
it. 24/7 is easy
to
say and to long for but much harder to live by.
I deliberately and a little treacherously didn't talk about days, week and
months. Minutes and seconds sounded nicer and shorter.
"OK!"
"You understand that Peter becomes your Master and teacher during your
education and your trainer during the training?"
"Yes Master, I understand that!"
"You also agree to be punished at his will if you don't obey
perfectly?"
"Okay, I understand!"
"You agree to pass over the right to Peter to punish you in a suitable way
when he decides that you do anything wrong or as training."
"Yes Master. I understand and agree now that you have decided that he has
that right."
I let that comment fall to the floor without correcting her and emphasized
that it was a natural part of a slave-girl-school and that Peter had that
right and power over her.
"During the school time and training he is your Master and decides
everything for you. He owns you as long as you are at his school in the same
way that I had owned you here. This you must voluntarily stress when you
convince him to accept you as a student at his school. Is that OK for
you?"
"Yes Master! I want to stay here with you. Yes, I understand that it must
be
as you order me. I will obey your commands. I will be so good and obedient
that I only have to stay there for some days and then I will run all the way
home to you, Master."
"Remember, one thing is really serious. You will go to his
slave-girl-school
not
because I have told you to, but because you want it yourself. He will NOT
accept you as a student if it isn't completely voluntary from your side.
It must be that you want to be trained to be a perfect slave-girl, otherwise
there is no deal. Then you have said NO to my offer.
I saw that she got that panicy and searching look in her eyes, which I
had seen before; as if she couldn't find anything to fix her eyes on.
"No please Micke. I want it. I want to learn to be a perfect slave-girl
for
you. I want honestly to report to him and to apply to his school. Absolutely
I want this. I WANT THIS!"
Suddenly I noticed that I had a hard on as I talked to her about her
submission
in Peters' house. I must not forget to let her suck me off before she left
me. I enjoyed talking about the slave-girl-school and her
submission there, in the same way as one is sucking on a sweet, just making
it last for ever. It felt so bloody good to talk about it.
I wondered if, deep in my mind, now I had her convinced she should go to the
school, I actually wanted to scare her off from it. My selfishness told me
that I wasn't alone in her centre anymore, but Peter
would also be there. He would play freely with my Tina. He would be allowed
to se her naked body, to feel her sucking lips around his cock and her tight
vagina working at his orgasm and..
He would be looking at her nice doll-face when she waited for his order of
what to do for him. But he is worthy of it.
I regained control over my thoughts when I thought of Ulrika. She was as
beautiful as sunset, tall and imposing while Tina was excitingly submissive
and more doll-sweet. Both could give me sexual pleasure when ever I wanted
it, and more.
In my confused mind I really didn't know if I tried to scare her off again.
"During your training it is only your new Master and his pleasure that
counts. You are at that school to learn to give the most maximal pleasure
to a Master. Your Master owns your orgasms. Do you understand and accept
this?
"Yes Master!"
"You may go over to him tomorrow and persuade him to let you be a student
in
his school. It is in your interest that you start as soon as possible and I
think you should persuade him to at any price.
"Yes Master, as soon as possible.
"You must not for a moment give him the impression that it is not entirely
voluntary on your behalf. He is very sensitive about that and it could
make him break off your training.
I saw the tears in her eyes again. I knew she felt rejected but it couldn't
be helped. I kept holding her on the rack, but now more to test how
convinced she was. I didn't want to loose control over her so I added:
"I will now instruct you what you will say and what you will do when you
are
there the first time. You must learn everything by heart!
"Yes, Micke! I'm ready!"
"In the morning you start with a shower and use the safety razor so you
are
smooth and nice as a baby everywhere.
"Yes Master!"
"I will also give you a hint of what you are going to learn."
I admit I was teting to frighten her off a little, now that I had her on the
slave-girl-school hook. If she only said NO everything was solved. Then I
wouldn't have a bad conscience about the slave-girl-school bluff anymore.
I got the impression that she voluntarily wanted to be wheedled if she went
over to him. Who can tell if her submissive feelings, deep in her inner
mind, were excited by the thought of being delivered to a strange man and
his sexual appetite?
"You have to learn at the school to clean, wash up the dishes, wash, and
made the beds, cook, wait at your Master's table and stand in many postures
as a statue.
You will learn no end of positions and the commando word for them and you
must be quick, faster then ever before.
You will learn to use your tongue, lips, throat, and oral cavity and to suck
a man, and to use all your muscles in your cunt and anus.
I felt so good to talk about it and give picture of her coming hard training
for her. I could almost se her act in his games with her.
"Your Master decides when you eat, sleep, and drink, when you may go to
the
toilet, if you should stand, sit or lie and when you shall wake up. You will
obey his order day and night."
"He will probably wake you up in the night for training and tests.
I know that you are a heavy sleeper and that you gladly want to be lounging
in bed and that you find it hard to wake up.
At the threat from the whip you will wake up easily when he calls for you.
You are to learn perfection and to react to all orders with devotion and
love.
You will learn to love your Master and obey his slightest intimation.
You will learn to react to signs and command words and they will be trained
into your back-bone. You don't need to think, your body will obey your
Master.
This is only a small part of what you must learn.
What do you say?
"Micke, what can I say? I have to accept all this to come back to
you."
"OK. As you see it was a good thing to be out of work. I said so, didn't
I?
"Yes Micke!"
"Suck me and do it better than good. You may not speak until I tell you
so.
You shall only suck. From now on you will only be a sucking mouth!"
She nodded as a confirmation that she understood my order and threw
herself on her knees in front of me and opened up her mouth.
Then it was as if her mouth, tongue and lips started to live their own life
and she gave me 100% of herself.
After I had spurted in her wet and warm mouth she cleaned me without letting
my
dick leave her mouth. It stayed inside and she looked up into my eyes all
the
time, as she was ready to do anything I ordered her to.
It felt like she was driven by her hope that if only she gave more than 100%
I would let her stay and let her off the slave-girl-school hook.
I melted in her submissiveness and her giving and I was very close to
revoking the whole plot, but, unusually for me, my common sense won. She had
my
cock in her mouth.
Peters view again:
PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
Just before 21.00 my telephone rang again.
It was Micke.
"Hi. Yes, she hesitated at first, but when I told her that we would break
up
if
she didn't, she bought it.
You will have a visitor at 10 in the morning, if you are free".
"Good! I'm home. Will you hand her over yourself?"
"No, she must come alone to convince you to accept her as a student. That
was what you meant, wasn't it? I have prepared her that it will not be easy
to be accepted as a student and that you have many waiting on their turn.
Don't forget that. Offer her resistance so we can see what she does. I have
instructed her what to do and what to say and how she
must present her self.
Think of me when she does that, will you?"
"You are ingenious", I answered and felt my heart beating in
expectation.
"No we are cunning together, you and I.
"OK. You have not changed your mind then?"
"Nix! We do as we have agreed. She is so on edge that you will experience
Heaven. I will visit you one day and see how it works out for her.
"You are always welcome, you know that!"
We finished the conversation and hung up. I had a problem sleeping that
night.
Thousands of thoughts rushed around in my head. She was so young and nice. I
knew better than starting to plan so I tried to keep my fantasy as neutral
as possible.
There were still so many things that could go wrong.
Since Sonja I had fantasised about having a slave-girl, a slave-girl
like Sonja. If everything went smoothly I could train Tina to be even more
obedient than Sonja, but I didn't know HOW obedient that was.
It was just hours until Tina was supposed to knock on my door and I was
prepared for many things to go wrong. She could change her mind, she could
refuse to live with me, Micke could change his mind, and, and...
But if she come and agreed to start her training at my slave-girl-school I
must make it look official. Otherwise she might think that I kept a
slave-girl-school for my own sake and for my own sexual drives
and pleasures. That was close to the truth.
No, I didn't want her to get that impression as I felt my own pride would
block that possibility.
It was important to me (and to Micke) that I made the slave-girl-school look
as
real as possible.
I logged on to the Internet and it was child's play to produce a blank form,
similar to an application form.
It was also easy to produce an application form for a student grant at a
behavioural psychology school. As background for it I wrote in advance the
text: "Training in a deep understanding and self improving of the own ego
of
the student. Also a deep study and training in repression of her own
internal stimulus in direction to external steering.", and some other
nonsense.
The slave-girl-school's name on the Paper was: SFOOS (School for overtaking
of self-control).
On the form there was a place for the student's personality specification
and I
intended that she should fill it in herself. The main reason was that
she would read the text. The form applied for a grant of 150.000 (SEK) for
remuneration, materials, accommodation and so on.
To increase the credibility of the school and to stress the economical
overload at the school it would be noticed that the school only had ONE
student at the time and that the pace of education was going to be as fast
as
possible. This last was especially for her eyes, to give her hope of going
back to Micke quickly if she put her back into it.
All the text had one purpose and that was for her to read it and be
convinced that she school existed in the real world.
I knew from Micke that it was her wish that the course was finished as soon
as possible. All her efforts and striving in that direction would give me
more pleasure and completely free play-ground with a young girl. I felt like
the dirty old man personified and in many ways I was.
What she was not supposed to know, of course was that I would extend the
course as much as possible.
Naturally the form was not to be sent anywhere, but would be kept in
safe custody out of harm's way.
The forged forms were sitting on the kitchen table, where she was going to
fill in her personality questionnaire. I would use the form to move the
focus
from my own sexual needs and at the same time reduce it to a formal side
issue.
It was meant to let her feel secure in the impression that she was here to
learn to deepen her submissive behavior. That was close to the truth, but to
be sincere I should add that I was going to play with her submissive and
serving body and mind.
There was also room for mental training at the prospect of her future
slave-girl-role.
In the beginning it was of her best interest that she was at the school only
for Micke. She might as well let her thoughts, feelings and fantasy run
smoothly in the direction that it was Micke that was her trainer. I would
anyway have her obedient young, smooth and nude body to look at and enjoy.
I had plans to make it more personal later on, but resolved to keep it
strict
at the beginning.
//
Saturday morning:
I woke up too early. My breakfast consisted of, cornflakes,
milk, and egg, 3 strong cups of coffee, a glass of juice and two sandwiches.
They say that eggs are supposed to improve sexual prowess, but I have
got, by prescription from my doctor, the real thing, that was annoyingly
effective. Annoying because I had no woman at the time.
With some luck
that would change not only to a woman but to a young and nice girl.
Now I was ready to meet that set back, but was she? (Smile)
I read, I watched TV in an absent-minded way, I washed up the dishes. There
was time for two loads, colored at 40 degrees C. I made the bed; I
removed everything that I had dropped. The vacuum cleaner helped me to clean
up.
If I was lucky this was the last time for a long time that I would have to
do
this daily housekeeping.
No, I must not build up false hope, to think too much ahead, she was not
here yet.
At
Outside was Tina. She looked so small, so doll-sweet, and so young and she
had her eyes brimming with tears. It was obvious that she had cried a lot.
But her face was resolute, and she tried to smile at me. But it was a very
forced smile, I could tell by the fact that her face quickly assumed a
seriously expression again. I also noticed a distressing wrinkle over her
eyebrow. Hell, I felt sorry for her. I fought an impulse to break our plot.
"Hallo, may I come in and talk to you?"
She said in a forced manner and with a tremulous voice. I could see that she
was not far from crying. Her lower lip and her little chin twisted and the
corner of her mouth dropped.
Between it she tried to force a smile.
"Naturally!"
I answered and opened up the door invitingly.
I went into my living room and saw that it looked rather decent after my
manly tidying up.
She followed and I noticed that she had closed the front door behind
her and then she stopped in the middle of the room, as if her battery had
run out.
I sat down in my TV-chair and showed her with a sign to sit.
She sank into a chair of her own choice.
I watched her in pity. She was hardly 160 cm (5 ft 4 in) and was dressed in
a short and blue skirt and in a blouse with knick-knacks around the arms and
at the collar. The blouse was so short that it left her tanned belly
uncovered.
I could see her nipples through the thin material and understood that she
had no bra. No stockings either or they were very thin. Sometimes I was
unsure.
But I was sure that Micke had dressed her, as he usually did. He had a good
taste for color arrangements.
She was so young in my eyes, as if she was just a little girl and I had to
repeat to myself that she was 21 as my mind revolted at the idea of looking
at
under-age girls. That I absolutely do not do!
Now she looked as if she was going to cry again, but she pulled herself
together.
"Micke has sent me over to you! He has told me exactly what to do and what
to say and I think I remember it by heart."
"Oh, I see!"
I tried to encourage her. I knew that this must be hard on her. It must be
close to Hell. There was no reason for me to make it worse for her.
"I should, I will ask you to take me into your school as a student, to
your slave-girl-school. I promise to be a very obedient and good student.
Micke has told me that I may not return to him until I have passed my
examination at your school. I will learn very quickly and I will do exactly
as you say in everything. You will be my Master, my teacher and my trainer,
when I'm here. And.. and I'm
not unfaithful to him when I obey your
orders."
The last comment came from her own conscience. I
couldn't care less. It was
an agreement between Micke and I. But I felt that this
girl had opened up
her
mind to sexual acts with me otherwise the word unfaithful had nothing to do
with it and I felt a twitch in my cock.
She talked about the slave-girl-school as if it existed and I was surprised
that she give up the fact that ought to be her secret,
the fact the she was
not allowed to return to Micke until I allowed it and let her pass.
If she had been smart she would not have told me that, but on the other hand
she could had been true to Micke's word.
Everything felt so unreal; she talked about a slave-girl-school as if it was
an
every-day-thing. And it also felt like having an unusually nice dream, an
erotic dream, from which I soon would wake up.
*
In my mind I compared it instinctively with those dreams that I have had,
where I found a lot of gold and walked around and just picked it up! At the
same time I knew that it was only a dream and that I would soon wake up, but
it
was nice to dream. And of course I always woke up and sometimes I wasn't
even
disappointed. So I was prepared to wake at any time, but it was so nice...
Now she started to cry openly and unrestrainedly. The tears just flowed. Her
whole little body convulsed and she give hiccup-like
sighs.
If there is anything a man feel himself helpless in front of, it is female
tears and I'm no exception.
Maybe I am constantly horny, but I'm absolutely not stone-hearted.
"If you don't want to, don't bother! It's Okay with me. I have many girls
in the queue. It must be voluntary!"
I felt that it was not voluntary from her side. She felt she was obliged
to register at my "slave-girl-school". So, in a second I lost all
interest!
I felt that I lost all my sexual drive when I thought of her forced into a
slave-girl-school. In a sudden impulse to be straight I wanted to tell her
that I wasn't supposed to let her pass and that Micke wouldn't take her back
how ever well she behaved.
Then I thought again. My mind told me that she would surely feel deceived if
I revealed the plot and she would be shattered to find out there was no
slave-girl-school and that it all was false, and built on her own naivety.
Then
there was Micke. He must also agree to give up the plot.
I was completely confused. But that was nothing compared to her.
It is said that the last thing that leaves a human is her hope. I couldn't
take
away her hope of getting back to Micke in this situation. Maybe he would
take
her back when I had trained her even though I think I know Micke and I would
give it long odds.
In two months he would get tired of Ulrika, when he found out that his
newfound angel also had bad points. He had said that I could keep her here
as long as I wanted. It was I that must let her pass the course.
I could help Micke with this I reminded myself. I regretted that I had
agreed to this but couldn't stop thinking of her as a naked, serving and
obedient slave-girl in my house. A slave-girl-school offered an
owner unimaginable and endless possibilities of pleasure to me.
If only she took one step forward, and she had taken the first step by
coming here.
I want it to be said, that I understood how she would feel; terribly
humiliated
and deluded in believing in a slave-girl-school that did not exist, and how
she would feel if she knew that Micke and I had set the
decoy for her to naively swallow. And anyway, Micke had no intention of
taking
her back in the first place.
It must be more humiliating than anything else for her to be standing here
before me trying to convince me to accept her as a student in a school with
a
Master that would ask many sexual actions from her.
Therefore the least I could do for decency's sake was to let her believe in
the slave-girl-school and that others had been educated here. This last
belief would give her a certain feeling of security to have. Girls seem to
work that way. They feel secure in female-hood against the terrible and
animalistic males.
How many slave-girls had I educated? I needed only to say "others".
The truth, that I had had no more then ONE real slave-girl (Sonja) under my
command, would not sound persuasive for her.
Another deeper truth was that during all these years after Sonja, I had
built up an imaginary slave-girl-school in my brain. There was the whole
structure in crystal clear details.
Certainly I thought that she was childish and easily duped when she believed
in it, but for her sake and of course for mine I must make her continue to
believe in the slave-girl-school.
To play with a young and beautiful girl was both tempting and
fantasy-triggering. But in this there was also a bit of "saving-face"
for
me and Micke.
I couldn't let go of my thoughts of my slave-girl Sonja.
Now I was in with the chance to play with Tina and train her in absolute
and blind obedience. To have her young body react to my every command and
order, to..
If she wanted to break the whole thing and go home, I would have to live by
that, but in the mean time..
I had during all these years searched for thoughts and ideas about training
a
slave-girl and, here and there, collected those that I thought were okay or
that I would like to try IF, some day I could persuade a woman to play the
role of my slave-girl. And now a young, nice and innocent
GIRL.
The onrush of time had become a minus-factor for me. I grow older every
year. Jag was 52 y o and I knew people of my own age that were already
planning to retire on their pension.
My thoughts and fantasies of a slave-girl-school had increased when Micke
and I had openly joked in the truck about "my-slave-girl-school. I got his
confirmation in an imaginary way.
I knew they were fantasies but, in spite of the fact started preparations
for
"the school". It gave me a link with reality for my fantasies.
On the BDSM-library site I found some ideas for slave-girl-training, but
also cruel madness, that I stopped reading because I simply detested it.
In the Story: "The High Tech Trained Girl" I found some parts that
appealed
to
me.
A Master trained a slave-girl and punished her all the time because she
wasn't
quick enough in her submission. She increased her effort, but he just kept
his
demands always one step ahead.
He explained very well the thought process in the girl's brain. She must
all the time strive more and more to make her Master satisfied. That created
her picture of him as a very demanding and firm Master that expected more
than maximum and that she must live up to his demands. Those thoughts
in her mind made her move her thoughts from herself over to him and his
ever increasing demands.
Punishment could surely be replaced by simple demands and repeating them
over
and over again to improve. This was surely something I must try with Tina,
if I
got that chance. There was a risk of me waking up from this utopian-dream.
There were also many other pedagogical ideas that I had collected during the
years.
//
I especially want to thank Nicholas Cullum, who kindly has proof-read and
reedit the story.
Translating is a hard work and as a woman I�m driven by encouragement.
I thank all those nice people who had
taken their time to feed me.
Cecilita
cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com
The
slave-girl-school part 5 of 10
Author:
Cecilita.
Published
with permission from those who’s concerned.
Proof
read by: Stiga
Forewords:
I
feel I must explain the positions and command-words. Some of the Nordic readers
have read Anna38’s diary on the net and I know that at lot of Masters and even
slave-girls (Mistress and slaves) had adopted some of those positions, in their
tastes, as Anna had been trained to take. There is in all over 40 different
command-words for her to act out.
That
is also why you’ll find many of them in various stories from the girls, which
had connection to Anna in the girl-group.
The
most usual is “Order-position” where the slave stands straight and up-stretched
with the hands interlocked behind the neck and legs parted (shoulder wide). In
variations, with the mouth invitingly open and tongue out and resting on the
lower lip and if Master/Mistress is close, up on tip-toes. The slave can also
mark her submissiveness by the verbal “Yes Master!"
I’ve
been told that this position is very common in
//
This
story again:
I
was surprised that the three versions from different persons in the event chain
were so concordant but I didn’t discover that until I put them together in a
moderately chronological order.
The
big difference I noticed was that Peter had another interpretation of how
difficult, demanding and humiliating it was for Tina – in her “forced”
situation - to obey him blindly, but that also lifted his perception of her
actions.
Tina
saw it more practically and in a simple youthfully-way as a necessarily imperative
long way round her road back to Micke.
To
her it was nothing to be naked in front of him and do the things that he told
her and taught her to do. It was for her just a straight slave-girl-school and
a preliminary training on the eve of Micke’s order.
Besides
of that she felt an increasing inclination to be forced to submit to a stranger
and an older man and subject to his mercy as well. On the top of that it wasn’t
unfaithfulness so she could let her feelings go free hidden in a simple
obedience. I know she repeated this word “unfaithfulness” many times, but to
her it was important and to stress that I let it stay in the translation as
well.
This
sexually trigged feeling was increased by the thought that she was forced
forwards and must obey him and do anything perfectly at his will.
His
insistence on that she had to obey him to the letter and without a trace of
hesitations only augmented her own sexual excitement many levels and spoke
nicely to the slave-girl-nerves in her brain. Her own urges to submit to a
Master as a slave-girl was deeply rooted in her long before she met Micke, but it blossomed out then.
What
I most reacted on and had difficult to understand was when she told me that
many of the openly sexual actions as she had performed at his order, were NOT
sexually in her eyes. They were just actions and movements that she had to
learn to perform at a slave-girl-school. That she must learn in order to later
show Micke how good, technical and obedient she had
become at the school, when she was back to him with her certificate in her
hand.
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
Part
5 of 10
**
PETER** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
(Continue to tell his version of the events.)
“You
must not do this if you don’t want to. It must be voluntarily.”
“No
Sir, I want to do this for my own sake. I’m crying for Micke.
I miss him so much, Sir!”
I
knew that was not the whole truth, but it had to do for the moment.
Tina
slides off the stool and rose. With tears still at her cheeks she started to
button up her blouse, took it off, folded it and placed it on the stool. I was
just watching the scene, she took every initiative. It went slowly and
methodically and with no objection from me. Every step in this, by Micke ordered, strip-tease led to my goal, to uncover her
young body for my eyes.
Her
young breasts were suddenly in freedom and I saw that her nipples were erected.
I don’t know if it was from her stress, excitement or her shame.
My
brain was fully occupied by her youth and innocence and my inputs were so
overstrained that I felt close to a neuralgic meltdown. For many years within
seconds, minutes, hours and days I had lived out this moment in my fantasies
and had no fair hope to witness it. It was a manly fantasy that was at its best
locked in my mind, I thought. Now me eyes percept it and I had to use all my
mind power to believe it happening in front of my eyes. The whole situation was
so very improbable.
She
had full breasts and they stood out from her chest and showed no sign of paying
attention to
She
was so nice in her body and looked so soft and fresh in her skin and she was so
young. In my eyes she was so magnificent young. She was 32 years younger than
me.
I
could be her grandfather; I accuse myself and my bone-stiff cock in my pants.
“Nice
little bits of fluff”, isn’t it so it is called? I was “A dirty old man”. I know. I’ve got this chance out of the blue
and I will not let it slide from my hands, as long as it is voluntarily from
her side. Other ways no, then I’m not interested, I tried to convince myself.
She could still back off. Deep inside my mind I knew that I had modified my
principles for the situation to have her in my power and to see her naked and
young skin and to own her for a short period.
I
have now seen her undressing before my eyes and that was much more than many of
the friends my age had experiencing up to now.
Then
she continued with her skirt as she slowly opened the zipper at her side and
let the thin skirt glide down to the floor. It was like in ultra rapid.
She
could make it how slow she wanted; I needed every second to believe my eyes.
She
stepped naked out off it and took it up and started to fold it thorough fully
and placed it on the stool. No briefs!
Now she stands totally in nude in front of me.
I
was so completely fascinate and blinded by her young and naked body that my
eyes couldn’t concentrate on any specific body parts in my eagerness to take it
all into my mind. But I could percept her nice and slander-limbed body and it
all felt so unreal, so dreamlike.
Then
she surprised me, but after a second, I realize that Micke
had instructed her to do it.
She
lay down backwards at the floor and slantingly back on her right side and
rested on her right elbow on the long-pile rug on the parquet floor. Her right
leg was sitting on its side and bended so its knee was close to her right hand.
Then she raised her left leg upwards to the ceiling and held it there,
supporting it with her left hand in the hollow of the knee.
She
looked straight at me from her exposed indecently and vulnerable position.
In
a funny way I felt it like it was Micke, who exposed
his naked girl-friend for me to look at. It gave me an extra thrill, if that
was possible for my overloaded brain to handle.
I
tried to stand out as calm and composed as possible to not feed the impression
of the “Dirty old man” in her mind. My self-contemplation had difficulty to
live with the thought if she saw me like that. It was bad enough that I was an
old man in her 20-years-old-eyes.
Therefore
I must clearly take the role as her teacher and trainer and also her Master, at
the deepest seriousness. This must be the leading (fundamental) principle
thought in a slave-girl-school.
There
will secretly be something for the “Dirty old man” as well. A lot!
As
the headmaster of a slave-girl-school I must have had seen many naked girls in
all the positions there are. I imagine that I was supposed to get bored with
their naked bodies and now days look beyond them.
In
front of me I had the naked girl in this vulnerable posture and my eyes
couldn’t help that they now get caught at her cunt between her separated legs. It
really looked so soft, smooth and pure. The fact that she was shaved clean
increased the impression that she looked younger than her twenties.
She
had stopped crying and started to talk, slowly and like a lesson she had learnt
off by heart, almost like a tape recorder.
She
also smiled to me with an ingratiating smile.
I
knew that she now was instructed to induce me to accept her as a student at my
slave-girl-school and that she already knew that I had many pupils from all
over
“Micke has told me to be lying like this so you can get a
full view over my body. I must… I ask of you to accept me as a student at your
slave-girl-school. I promise to obey you to the letter and do anything you say.
You will be my Master, teacher and trainer and you may do anything that you
decide necessarily to me. My only task is to obey you and learn to be a perfect
slave-girl for my Master so I’m allowed to come home to him as soon as
possible. I must pass this school with flying colors. I promise to be the best
student you ever had had, if it comes to my obedience.
Micke has said that you’re in title to punish me at you choice if you judge
that I don’t obey your every order in the way you want me to. I want to learn
everything so I can get my … the certificate and after that be the perfect
slave-girl to Micke.”
Is
she stupid or what? Does she really believe that I have a slave-girl-school in
the year 2004 in
With
women's libber swarming all over?
In
this country where every allocation is according to sex?
“Yes?”
I
answer and waited for her to continue.
I
knew how Micke like to wallowed in submission
details. I also knew that she was used to read role manuscripts by heart when Micke had her act out different roles, as bitch, whore, school-girl,
sex object, fuck-doll, penitent and a girl that searched for punishment. He had
told me that she lived in her roles as the good actress she was.
Sometimes
he was surprised when he knew that she hated punishment and she nevertheless
persuasively begged him to spank her in the role he had chosen for her and also
took the blows like if she really enjoyed it and spontaneous ask him for
more.
I
had many times helpfully been given him roles for her when he was out of ideas.
Then we both loved it when he the day after in micro-details described the
result of her play.
“Will
you please accept me as a student at your school?”
She
asked abruptly.
I
thought she was instructed to say more, but I remembered my role, my approach
to appear to be
hard-to-get.
“Well,
I don’t know. I have many more girls in line and before you. What should make
me take you in now, with the exception for my friendship of Micke?
All the other girls want to be good, to learn, to be taught perfect obedience
and to get their certificates. There are competitions, you know.”
“Yes
Sir, I do understand, but I will exert myself to the utmost. My goal is to
return to Micke as soon as possible and I will let no
exertion on my behalf stop me. Do you want me to suck (blow) you off now? Do
you want to fuck me or let me pleasure you at your any choice? Micke had told me that I MUST be accepted as a student to
any cost for me!
She
started to cry softly again.
“No, not now. There will be plenty of time for that if I
take you in as a student. I will not be bribed
so let’s pretend that I didn’t hear that.”
It
thrilled me that she had opened up her self for the thought of naturally having
sex with me, an old man, but of course in a slave-girl-school she was supposed
to be taught how to sexually content her Master. She had also had some time to
let the thought sink in to her mind, what is expected of her in a
slave-girl-school.
During
her training I was that blessed Master. I felt a nice twist in my cock, as it
wanted to remind me of its important existence and its possibility to get
released in any way I wanted. It was in a great need to be released, to not
explode, but I had to keep the serious image of a professional
slave-girl-school up at all costs.
“I
will obey you in everything, blindly and directly and I’m looking forwards to
learn to be a good slave-girl. Micke says that he put
my bottom at stake that you will be satisfied with me and by me!” She winked her left eye at me is if she
wanted me to take up the gauntlet.
I
looked at the naked girl and fought an impulse to start to play with her right
away. There were so many postures for her nude body that I wanted to enjoy the
view of and so many things I could do with her young and undestroyed body. For
a minute I gazed as a fool at her mouth and got lost in the thought of her lips
around my cock and all I could train her to do with it. It would be pleasures
over all senses and with out of any limits. The only restriction was what my
brain could percept and process.
Stop,
I must for her sake and for Micke’s sake and for her
image of a “Dirty old man” make this as professional as possible.
To
punish her in the meaning of spanking her was not my cup of tea. I had
experienced it with Sonja and nix, but then again……
Still
I must admit that I felt the POWER when Sonja’s naked bottom meaningless did
tried to escape my blows and I could decide where ever I wanted to aim. It was mostly the humiliating situation for
her, my power over her body and will and the force of it, which thrilled my
cock. Sometimes I wonder if my cock has its own strong will disconnected from
my will and intentions.
Before
Sonja I had rejected any thought of spanking a girl’s bottom, but afterwards I
could feel and enjoy the power of that I could do it if I wanted to.
I’m
dominant but absolutely no sadist even if something inside of me was thrilled
by the spectacle of a voluntarily wriggling girlish bottom. And that the girl
had to wait for me to finish until she was off the hook. I could let her stay
there for hours or let her go at my whim.
The
fact was that in an imagined slave-girl-school there must be a certain element
of punishment and I was the one to decide when and how. To make this fake
school reliable I had to live up to her expectation as I knew that Micke had spanked her a lot for his amusement and feeling
of power, but never for her lack of obedience.
TINA
** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA ** TINA
TINA:
Outside
the entrée door to the private house I was unsure if I dared to press the bell
or not. But I felt that I must do it. It was Micke’s
terms that I must go to this slave-girl-school and it was not negotiable, he
said. I must have that certificate at any cost. I have to! I love Micke so extremely much that my heart ached. There is absolutely
nothing that I will not do to make him let me stay with him, to make him love
me more. This gift to him was a way to have him loving me deeply.
Jesus!
How difficult could it be to obey an old man?
He
was only supposed to teach me to be a better slave-girl for Micke.
I have simply to learn all those details in being a perfect slave girl to my
Master. But the big question tortured my mind; why couldn’t Micke
train me himself, as he had done before?
Micke said that he wanted a certificate on my exam in his hand and that the
school could teach me many more things on my road to the perfect slave for my
Master.
His
explanation had not rested into my mind yet. Did he want the certificate to
show to someone? He knew it himself. It was still just paper.
My
finger pressed the button and I could read: FREIDLAND. I knew that his first
name was Peter.
A
man opened the door and I recognized him directly as Peter. He WAS an old man.
I had to ignore his age; it was none of my business. He was to be my teacher
and trainer that’s all there is to it.
He
had a slave-girl-school and I must be accepted and started to learn everything
to pass and then quickly back to Micke again. Then my
abrupt normal life could continue.
I
was lucky that Micke had found a slave-girls-school
so close. I don’t think that they are that common.
My
God, I will get my certificate and run back to him. And then he can do anything
with me and I will obey him. He will be my owner and I will only belong to him,
Micke, for ever and ever and I can have my orgasms.
I
have to learn at this school to be a real and perfect slave-girl for him.
I
was invited to the house and to sit and I said all that Micke
had told me to. I watched around the room and found it that was similar to any
apartment and didn’t look like a boring school.
Micke had told me to undress in front of Peter so I obediently started with
the blouse and then the skirt. Soon I was naked in front of this old man and I
felt chilliness in the room, but I must also lie down on the floor. I lie on my
back, in the precise pose that Micke had taught me
and trained me in his living room. The rug felt woolly but a little rough
against my naked skin.
I
held obediently in the hollow of the knee in my left leg and kept the leg
straight up in the air and showed him shameless my cunt. I was ordered to look
into his eyes and that was no problem.
I
thought it would felt humiliating to lie in nude on the floor in front of a
stranger that I only had met twice, but I felt NOTHING. Just as a photographer's
model showing off, nothing more, I thought. Perhaps I had too many questions in
my mind that I had no time to feel ashamed.
He
was an old man that had a slave-girl-school. That was all! He must have seen
thousand of naked girls and my bare body was nothing to him. What have I to
offer him that was more worth than all the other girls
offer? My obedience was surely not greater than theirs, even if I felt so in my
heart. I was here to learn and be trained.
Perhaps
Micke had ordered me to lie in this position only to
cause me feelings of humiliation.
Now
I have to convince this old man to accept me as a student, now directly. What
happens else? I can’t handle to live without of Micke.
I
wasn’t allowed to return to Micke until I have passed
this school with my certificate in hand. I had nowhere to go, but to my own
apartment and that would only be a long agony.
The
certificate was a big thing to Micke and must be to
me too. He said bye-bye this morning, as if he didn’t believe that I should
pass and return to him!
But
I will show him that I will pass. It’s easy, only to obey and learn. Obedience
is a natural state of mind for me; I’m obedient in my heart. But that was not
enough for Micke!
I
must pass this school, which must be my big goal, so I can return to my love, Micke.
I
regretted that I hadn’t been more obedient and much more ready to learn when I
was with him. I must now learn to be the perfect slave-girl to Micke.
To
register at this slave-girl-school is like I’m giving Micke
an enormous gift, a love-gift. Micke must realize
that I’m ready to do anything for him.
From
my exposed position on the floor before him I looked up at Peter, where he sat
in his chair. He didn’t look that old though, perhaps because he had dark hair
and no grey, as I could see.
He
was going to be my teacher and trainer. If I had to call him Master, it was
only a word that my mouth had to pronounce and it meant nothing. Micke was my Master and he had ordered me to accept Peter
as my Master. My mouth was obedient as well.
There
is nothing worst to it, I had only to obey and learn and remember what he
taught me. Practical things are easy to learn, worse for me is to read books
and to swot.
I
must of course to be naked when he told me to and he was supposed to do with me
as he wanted and I must obey him. There is nothing to it! I tried to simplify
the whole slave-girl-school in my mind to make it easier to be preparing
for.
All
those sexual acts I had to learn from him as my Master, I has only to obey him
and do as he told me and the most important thing was that Micke
had told me that I wasn’t unfaithful to him, if I only obeyed and does what he
told me. It felt like a free-card, a card that frees me from my own conscience.
My
own thoughts was supposed to frighten me, but instead it tickled and felt nice
in my whole body, when I thought of him being my Master and that I must obey him. I was forced to obey
him. There was no level of unfaithfulness in anything that I must submit to or
perform. It was like playing with a forbidden secret to just obey and whatever
I did I wasn’t unfaithful to Micke. He had clearly
told me so.
In
my mind it was only Micke that I would obey. I’m so
very monogamous in my thoughts that I had never allowed a thought of another
man, but here I must obey another man and it becomes the right thing to do.
Imagine
that there was a slave-girl-school here in
In
my mind was a slave-girl-school a place with many girls as students, it wasn’t
supposed to look like a private home, with only one student at the time. But
now I could learn much quicker.
I
had read that modern schools had developed and grown better and more rational
and effective and now I could see for myself.
I
told Peter obediently all that Micke had instructed
me to say.
I
will obey him and I knew that I was not allowed to have any limits at a
slave-girl-school. In a way it felt nice and harmless to obey this old man. I
was not unfaithful to Micke. He had ordered me to
obey Peter at the school and I had no influence in his orders.
I
can always think of Peter as Micke and in that sense
it was Micke I obeyed when Peter ordered me
something.
But
how could I persuade him into accept my as a student? I must! And I must add
something to influence him to accept me.
From
my low place I added.
“I
must stress that I’m not allowed to return to Micke
until I’ve passed this school and I have nowhere to turn, but to you Sir!
Please accept me as a student at the school! I’ll do absolutely anything to
make up to you, Sir!”
Peter
started to speak to me.
“OK!
Micke is my friend and I have no trainee to day so
perhaps there could be a place for you. A girl from
I
caught at the straw. I will show him that I could obey him. I had to disconnect
everything else in my mind, just obey and do everything as good as I could and
a bit more.
It
tickled in my belly and I supposed that one trigging factor was that I HAD to
do my very, very best. Some nerve in my brain felt trigged by the thought of
that I was forced to obey him, no matter what. I was absolutely at his mercy
and whims. There was a risk that he would test me to the letter, of course he
would. That thought trigger me even more. As nice as the ticklish feeling felt,
I try to reject it. It wasn’t supposed to feel nice instead it ought to feel
strange, straight and anything bad. I felt it like I was loosing control over
my feelings; this was not supposed to feel nice as I did.
“Thank
you, thousand thanks!”
I
answered and felt real happiness and a deep gratitude. He gave me a chance.
Then it was up to me to show him my eagerness and willingness to learn and
obey. It was a challenge. But I still was ashamed of that it felt so ticklish
nice in my tummy at the thought of obeying this stranger. The liniment was the
fact that I wasn’t unfaithful, no matter what, as long as I obeyed him. And
that I would do no matter what!
It
was my truthfully and deepest conviction that Micke
was the only man who could make me orgasm and that fact tied me more to him
than anything else. I must have him as my lover and Master, as I need my
orgasms from time to time.
I
had never had any true and full orgasm before I met Micke
and it was natural and logical for me to tie Micke to
my possibilities to orgasm. When Micke and I played
“Master and slave” I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me and being
multiplied by the thought of that I was forced to wait for his allowance.
Simply, Micke was the Master of my orgasms as well
and that built up a gratitude to him. I felt that I owe him so much that
register for this course was small payment.
During
this school-time I had to willingly do without of my own pleasure and look
forwards to coming back to Micke and the pleasures
with him. My orgasms came so hard after he had trained me and I was forced to
obey his every command. The more difficult orders Micke
gave me to perform, the more wonderful were the releases for my body when he
decided that it was time for my own pleasure. Even the waiting for it prolonged
it and made it more powerful.
But
all this I now had to wait for… so I must hasten back to him.
As
I lied on the floor in this position that Micke had
demanded I could feel Peter’s eyes at my private parts. It filled me with some
kind of joy to see that I had something on my plus-side to attract his eyes. I
could not detect any criticism in his eyes; he rather looked as he was pleased.
First
I was afraid of that he didn’t care, but not now any longer.
My
next thought was: “Why did I care? I wasn’t here to catch his eyes, I was to
learn at his school, but I couldn’t fight the ticklish feeling in my body. It
was a new and thrilling feeling that…
PETER
** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER
PETER:
With
the sight of her naked and young body at the floor with her cunt in open view
and as I felt the strong feeling of “the dirty old man” inside me, I could
clearly see the similarity with “The Beauty and the Beast”. Yes, in some ways I
was the Beast in deluding and cheating terms, though I was not ugly.
I
felt pleased with my last trick, to let her be trainee in a test period. That
would urge her to the outmost. Especially as I knew that Micke
had Ulrika now and couldn’t allow Tina to come back
to him, I understand she must cling to my school. I still have my doubt in the
relation Micke and Ulrika
and felt in my backbone that Micke in the future
would take Tina back. Not too soon, I hope.
I
got a feeling of that she was traveling in the grey-zone between some kind of
forced and blackmailed voluntarily-ness and her own free will.
I
mustn’t be blind for the fact that her love for Micke
forced her to register at this fake slave-girl-school. To subject to my
education and treatment of her, was not voluntarily for her more than her mouth
could articulate a NO, when her love
for Micke and her heart forbid it.
Her
strong feelings for Micke limited her voluntarily
choice to zero, well close to zero. I knew that Micke
had stressed that this certificate was her only bridge back to stay with him.
To promise her that put more strain to me to not let her pass and that would
also prolong my prospect to play with her. But it also made me the
“brake-block” in her eyes and I had to come up with trustworthy arguments to
reject her efforts and let time pass.
I
had not yet started to think about giving shape to that certificate. But I
would produce it in my computer if it ever was come to the fore.
I
confess, I tampered with my own principals of her
being a slave-girl absolutely voluntarily. My only excuse is that I was so close
to my own prospected heaven. If I had been a mature and a rational man I had
told her everything and then let her go, but…. The will of my cock would rather see me dead than allowing that.
/
The
Master in the story “The high tech trained girl” had used punishment to urge a
girl to perform her outmost of her own ability. He used punishment to have 100
% of her perception and mind and I could use the test period in the same manner. Later when I accepted her as a
student I could use the certificate
in the same way, with out of using too much of punishment.
I
mustn’t approve of any of her hardest efforts and all the time I have to use
her test-period as a mental whip. In
that way I didn’t have to use the whip at her and that was in line with my
wish.
“I
don’t know how much Micke has told you about this
slave-girl-school but here is a short version.
The
girls that had been accepted as students at the school had learned about cookery,
service and waiting, laundering, tidying up, etiquette, many codes and norms,
different dressings, to act quickly and in a great stamina and obedience. The
obedience must be unconditional and absolute without of a trace of hesitation.
The quickness to obey is to stress that the trainee obey an order without of
her own brain involved, almost in a robotic way. Obedience and submission are
very important factors in a dominance play between a Master and his slave-girl.
Perhaps you know that?”
“Yes
Sir, I know.”
“It
is essential that the slave-girl trust her Master so much that she don’t spill
time with searching for a reason of his order. Either the reason will show or
not, but she must obey immediately. The Master is the one who foresee the event
chain, not she.”
"Yes
Sir!"
“Do
you usually be good and obey your Master?”
I
knew the answer. Micke had told me in many details of
how obedient Tina was and that she always quickly execute his order. I also
knew that this eagerness to obey was in line with her mind and expectation of
how a slave-girl should react.
He
didn’t either want to see any hesitating detentions in obedience.
“Yes,
I think so. But I can always do better after I had learned it at a real
slave-girl-school, Sir.”
That
was a wishful answer for a Master. Very humbly, though. Was she only honest in
a childish way or artfully tried to figure out what answer I wanted?
Or
could it be just a natural submissive way to answer a Master.
I
continued:
“You
will also learn how to make it as enjoyable as possible for your Master, how to
suck, lick, massage and fuck him. And your involved muscles would be especially
trained. Do you understand?”
“Yes
Sir, I do.”
“The lessons are going on day out and day in
and even nighttime, to save time and keep the schedule. All the time you stay
here is one long lesson.
Everything
goes round the clock if we should keep up with the curriculum. There will be
some time for you to rest, but only on my command. I’m very firm and ultimately
demanding, but I’m not cruel. Every thing I order you has a reason.”
I
remember what Micke told me that what she liked most
was to be totally controlled. Micke had found this annoying,
but I liked it.
“I will control and direct you totally. I’ll
tell you when to sit, stand, lie, eat, sleep, wake up and go to the bathroom.
If you do only what I say and allowed you to do, it will go smoothly for you.
Do you understand that?”
I
knew that would give her a reliable impression, especially when it fit to her
own image of how a slave-girl was to be treated. She loved to be steered.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You
will learn one thing very important and that will later give everything else
automatically to you, a state of mind. You will be taught to think as a
slave-girl! Perhaps it is in this that Micke think
you have failed?”
“OK, Sir!”
“Are
you clear with that you must give me the right to punish you at my whim?”
“OH
Yes, Micke has told me that you may punish me as you
decide, Sir.”
“That
was not the question. You must give
me that right now and for all!”
“Sorry!
I allow you to punish me as you decide fit for the situation, but I promise to
be obedient to avoided punishment. I’m a very obedient person. May I ask a
question, Sir?”
“Yes!”
“Sir,
long time must I stay here?”
“I
understand that you want end this school as soon as possible. That is also the
best for the two of us. I can’t give you a precise time, because it depend on
how quick you are to learn and how obedient you are and naturally it depend in
how you improve in your slave-girl skills, but as soon as possible.”
I
knew I told her a lie, but I must let time go. Time was the only factor that
could make her image of Micke fade. The best for me
was that she stayed in eternity, but that was a dream of mine that I know would
stay a dream.
“OK.
Now some of slave-girl-school simple rules for you:
When
I give you a general instructions you have to repeat the meaning of it so I get
a receipt that you have apprehend it correctly. After that it will be fair play
to punish you for disobeying my order. Do you understand?”
“Yes
Sir! Thank You Sir.”
“Well?”
“Sorry
Sir! When you give me a general instruction I will repeat the significance so
you know that I understood it. Sorry Sir, my mind wasn’t at its alert. It will
not happen again. I want to be a good and obedient student.”
I
saw that she bite her under-lip as an unaware sign of that the correction
worked in her mind.
“OK.
Next: You don’t do anything without of an order. Repeat!”
“I
will not do anything without you say so.”
“Next
is an easy one and I’m surprised that you have not done that spontaneously. You
answer always ‘Yes Master!’ or ‘I don’t understand Master!’ or ‘Thank you
Master!’, if you are not ordered to answer straight.”
“I
will always answer: ‘Yes Master!’ or ‘I don’t understand Master!’ or ‘Thank you
Master!’, if I’m not ordered to answer straight. Sorry, I thought that Sir was
enough, but of course you are my Master now, MASTER!”
To
avoid punishing her I must stress it as a warning.
“When
and if you are punished you will loudly count the blows you get, but you decide
yourself if your want to give me a reason for punishing you!”
I
added in a little extenuating tone.
“I
must loudly count the hits I gets when I’m punished, but I decide myself if I
give you a reason for punishment, Master.”
“Now
in the beginning, you whimper as a dog to beg permission to speak, otherwise
you keep silent.”
“I
whimper as a dog to be given permission to speak, Master.”
I
noticed a smile of amusement in the corner of her mouth, but I didn’t know if
it amused her or she felt it foolish to do.
“When
you get an order you obey immediately and keep on doing it until you are told
to stop or you got an opposite order.”
“When
I get an order I will obey immediately and keep on doing it until I’m told to
stop or I got an opposite order, Master.”
Though
I claim myself as an opponent to punishment I found it thrilling to talk about
it and watch her reactions. Especially as I knew that she hated to be punished
and rather would go through Hell to avoid it.
“I
will punish you if I find the slightest hesitation in your obedience to follow
orders.”
“You
will be punishing me if you find the slightest hesitation in my obedience to
follow orders. But you will not, Master!”
As
I looked at her slim bottom cheeks before me I could imagine them twisting and
trembling on my lap and felt a dark side in me longing for it to happen. After
all I was her boss now. I forced myself to leave that thought and continued to
show her that there was something worse then spanking her. To move her thought
beyond the spanking, hoping she should choose spanking before to leaving the
school and wait her turn in a year or so.
“If
you are accepted to stay and punishment wouldn’t help you must leave the house
and go home.”
“Yes
Master. If I’m accepted to stay and you think it wouldn’t help to punish me, I
must leave and go home. But I have no where to go. I must ..
I will obey you, Master.”
>Whimpering
sound<
I
looked down at the nude and beautiful girl as she whimpered as a dog and I felt
my heart beat double beats. She was so naïve and nice.
“Yes,
speak!”
“If
I do everything you say and do my very best, may I stay when the other girl phone you tomorrow, Master?”
“Yes!
It is your total submission and absolute obedience that is conclusive if you
stay at the slave-girl-school or not.”
"Thank
you Master!"
“Now
a very important rule: When ever you like to leave you have the right to finish the school, but you
must loudly say: ‘I want to finish the slave-girl-school!’ and you must say it
THREE TIMES and with three breaths between each! Then you pick your things and
leave and may never return.”
I
felt force to add this to get a false receipt on her voluntariness for the sake
of my own conscience. As long as she didn’t use this way to escape I could
assume that she was here by her free
will. I had to open that door for
her, even at the risk that she rise and walk away. As I knew the whole
situation I deemed that risk minimal. But you will never know for sure.
“A
very important rule: If I ever decide to leave I have the right to finish the school.
To do so I must loudly say: ‘I want to finish the slave-girl-school!’ and I
must say it THREE TIMES and with three breaths between each! Then I could pick
my things and leave and may never return. But that means that I will not pass
and I can not afford that. I don’t want to leave the school until I pass and
have my certificate in my hand, Master.”
She
was in the same posture at the floor all the time and that showed that she was
not that dumb. Or she was easy to steer, as Micke had
said. She took no initiative of her own and that was good.
Even
if Micke and I had delude her to believe in the
slave-girl-school I may not think of her as dumb, I reprimanded myself, as I
always do when my thoughts start a forbidden ramble.
“Yes,
there is one more important thing that we must have on this trial run, the test
till tomorrow. You may not caress yourself or have an orgasm without of my
permission. That rule concern even nighttime and when you are alone. I have
ways to know.”
“I
may not caress myself or have an orgasm without of your permission. That rule
concern even nighttime and when I’m alone. You always know, Master. But Master,
I can’t have any of those orgasms anyway without of my Master Micke, Master!”
I
heard her comment and noted it, but I didn’t answer because I simply didn’t
know exactly what she meant by it.
“A
student on the slave-girl-school must always look happy in front of her Master
and you have to practice that from the beginning. It must be pleasant and an
honor for you to be trained to be the perfect slave-girl. Repeat!”
“A
student on the slave-girl-school must always look happy in front of her Master
and I will practice that from the beginning. It is pleasant and an honor for me
to be train to be the perfect slave-girl!”
“No
sulking what ever you must perform. Your future Master must always get the
impression that what he says, that you want that to happen. He owns your will
as much as he owns you! This includes that you will obey out of Love for your
Master! Repeat!”
“I will always smile what ever. My future
Master Micke must always get the impression that what
he says I love to do and that I want it to happen. He owns my will as much as
he owns me! I will obey out of Love for my Master!”
When
I saw her lie there at the floor with her left leg up in the air and looked at
her cunt I long for to start to play with and feel that young and nice body up.
I
felt excited by the thought that I could do anything I like to her. She was
forced to obey me whatever I ordered her. That I must test. I must know her
limits.
I
believe that every person has his own limits (somewhere) for what he/she can
endure and I must find hers, but without of ruining the playground.
She
understood that she couldn’t act until she got an order. She also looked
straight at me and that was also good.
So
far she had acted perfect and I started to grasp this new situation and could
slowly start to let loose my fantasy-desires.”
“Do
remember to just do as I say. If you don’t understand you say: ‘I don’t understand
Master!’ The slightest hesitation will
hit your bottom. But if you only do as you are told, there will be no problem
for you.”
“I
will listen and obey you and if I hesitate my bottom will suffer.”
>Whimpering<
“Yes!”
“If
I only obey you will I then be spared from punishment, Master?”
“Yes.
Punishment is mostly for disobedience in the beginning, further on in the
training there will be a phase for endure pain also. But for now it is ok.”
“Yes
Master. I will escape punishment if I only obey you and further on I will
receive punishment as part of my training.”
“You
must not repeat an answer, only a general instruction. It was an answer on your
question. Well it is better to take the sure before the unsure, isn’t it?”
“Yes
Master!”
“There
is one issue that is extraordinary and that is that you in precise occasions
are allowed to speak freely to me. I will tell you when to start and when to
stop this. Then I want your feedback on what you have learned, how you feel,
what you like and dislike and your true thoughts about the school and me. I
will never punish you for speaking your mind at those occasions, but I want the
truth.”
“Yes,
at some times when you tell me to start and stop I may freely speak my mind of
everything at the school. Thank you Master!”
“Now
we start the long lesson and it will end when you leave the school. Stand up!”
“Yes
Master!”
She
rose to her feet in a second and stood before me. When I saw this naked flesh
move at my command I felt a euphoric dizziness and had hard to take the whole
picture in.
“Now,
take your clothes and put them in the wall-cupboard (closet) over there and
then you will not take them out until I order you to do so, or when you finish
the school.”
“Yes
Master”
I
watch in a restrained manner her naked and young body as she moved over to get
her folded clothes from the stool and then as she walked over to the wall-cupboard
and put them in. After that she closed the door and turned her front to me and
stood at attention with her palms on the outside of her thighs and waited for
next order.
She
stood as a soldier and but I knew that she was trained to take another
position, the order-position and assumed that she took this one as she was
unsure of what to do.
//
I
will continue if you are interested, otherwise I rest my case.
Translating
is a hard work and 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
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
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.
//
[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.]
//
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!
//
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.
//
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?
//
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.
[
[ [ [ [ [
[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.]
]
] ] ] ] ] ]
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
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