PART FOUR b – Training

  "Warning you. Don't get used to this nice mommy shit. You? Have a long way to go, before you're out of the woods. Don't think that just because I squealed and wiped my soaking wet twat on your face a couple times, that you can manipute me. You think that? I'll show you just how wrong you are. Don't you dare ever test me, until you're out of your little training camp. Not even when we're close, and we take a break so you don't have a mark on you, so I have a fresh canvas to paint with my scary whip. I need to discipline you while we're waiting on that? You'll find yourself face down and helpless like you were a little bit ago, screaming your head off on my bed. For hours, if I think you deserve it."

  He thanked me for being nice to him, and basically went on to say he wanted to please me more if I wanted.

  "I'm taking a break. I want entertained. Go get the bucket. Rinse it out, then bring it here."

  I enjoyed seeing him walking carefully in the long chain handcuffs on his ankles. I'm getting rotten enjoying this. When he came back with the bucket rinsed out, I waited.

  "Go get me one of the zy whore's shot gsses. A little one. And the apricot brandy. And a gss of water, and an empty gss. Shoo."

  I had him kneel in front of me. I scooted to the edge of the couch, and smiled and held the bucket tilted towards me. I peed in it, giggling. I didn't really have to go. A little squirt or two. I took the little shot gss, smiling as I held it in front of his face. I tilted the bucket, so I could scoop out a shot gss of my pee. I then smiled as I held that in his face. I let him see me dumping it into the empty gss. I tilted some apricot brandy in, then topped it off with water. I swirled it with my finger, and handed it to him.

  "Do it. You don't need told what's expected of you right now."

  I watched him hesitate, then take a little sip.

  "Uh uh. Bottoms up, slut. And bottoms up? Is what you're going to be tomorrow, when I fuck you like I mean it. You? Will stick your naked little ass out, so I can fuck it harder. We're getting rid of this shame stuff. I want a shameless little slut, and I'm going to have one."

  He drank it.

  "Ask me respectfully for another."

  We did it again.

  "Still making a little bit of a face. Beg me for the third one."

  He drank the third one down without making a face. Then he remembered to thank me for teaching him a lesson.

  "Wow. Now? We're actually getting somewhere. Took a while to get started, but now we're making slow progress. That's how preseason camp goes. You start with one or two little things, then you build on them. Some days? Little to no progress. Other days. Big advancements. Now tomorrow? I think we'll gain by leaps and bounds. Once you see how hard I fuck you, and how painful and humiliating I can make it? You'll begin to understand what it means to be a dirty little slut, and be owned and used by me. Any way that I see fit. It would be polite, to tell me how much you're looking forward to it. I need to see you eager to get to where we need you to be for me."

  He told me how he couldn't wait. I smiled and rubbed his face and hair.

  "Progress tonight. I was worried we wouldn't have any for a while down in the basement. I know we'll have more tomorrow, I'm just sure of it. I'm actually proud of you. You're coming along nicely. I can't wait to report to my fellow mommies on my favorite website, how well my slut is doing. So quickly. Some of the other comments, some mommies have trouble getting things moving in the right direction. You started out slow, but… now we got the horse moving in the right direction. Its anonymous, in those comment sections."

  He thanked me for the comment, and he was gd he was pleasing me finally.

  "Don't let it go to your head. Nothing good will come from it. But don't worry, you'll learn some respect tomorrow. I guarantee it. I know you think you respect me. But, respect comes from fear. If you don't fear me? I don't truly have your respect. Not the way I need. I know, it's difficult for a girl to make a boy truly fear her. You can tell yourself, over my knee, crying your eyes out. You like it. Its a game. Its going to be okay. Thing is, its not going to be okay. Its not a game. I'm not kidding, when I say that when I'm done with you, you'll pucker up when I give you the look, and start taking my belt off. This little nice spot? Will vanish in the blink of an eye. You'll see."

  "You? Have time ahead of you. We're just getting started. You're going to spend days, wondering whether you have a nice day, like right now? Or spend all night down in the basement. Screaming and crying, like a little slut that needs to learn another lesson. There's little anonymous competitions. Which slut can scream the loudest. Which slut has the worst marks. If I don't get honorable mentions? I'm going to be pissed. And you'll pay for embarrassing me. With your ass."

  I drank another shot of apricot brandy. Yes, out of the same shot gss.

  "You think I'm not as dirty as you? This shot gss had piss in it. You cleaned it out for me, with your tongue, but its not been washed. Its fine. Your mouth? Was in my twat for a good long while. Your face? I wiped my come all over it more than once, like a towel after practice. Your tongue was up my ass. You kissed my toes. Now? Do a shot of brandy, and I want you to kiss me. Kiss me like I taught you. Like a slut. I want your filthy little mouth, and your dirty little tongue. Do it. Don't speak. Do."

  He drank his shot and we spent time kissing. My knees over his shoulders, slutty kissing. Wet as anything, doggy licks. The works. I taught him to suck tongues. I love slutty kissing when I'm in the mood, and I was definitely there. When it was time, I lowered my knees and told him what to do, every step of the way. I grabbed his colr and hissed in his ear every instruction. He wasn't allowed to come, he was to slow down or stop, way before. Pull out if necessary.

  I expined that even though I was going to get it rough, it was because I wanted it, and I would direct every inch of this. If he came before he was given permission? The bullwhip would expin it to him what he had done wrong. I ran the coiled leather threat over him. My god, I don't think I was fucked like this, ever. The website was right. Getting control over the slut coming was the goddamn key. He had it expined to him that his cock was mine, it would do what I wanted, every stroke, every inch. If he dared to come before I told him, that I would bullwhip the shit out of him.

  "You're in control of nothing. You'll fuck me like I say, or you'll pay for it. Strict obedience, slut."

  I scratched bullwhip welts on his chest with my fingernail, making him wince.

  "You're pleasing me. You have my whip marks all over you. You're my slut. Perform like it. Please mommy or I'll put more on you if you disobey."

  Oh god. The other mommies told me, you can get it hard just like you like, without it being a quickie. If he comes, beat the shit out of him so he learns. If he listens? You take what you want, and give nothing back. Its about me, not him right now. Be selfish. Don't ask, demand. Don't suggest. Issue orders. Own him. Demand your slut perform just like you want. If he doesn't make him scream for it. If he performs? He gets to come in the end. If I fail to get a single thing I desire? The fault is all mine. I decided I would take what I wanted.

  You want your toes sucked? Make it happen. You want raw-dogged in the ass, and he's squeamish about being in your butt? Make it happen, and wipe your hole with come leaking out on his face like a tissue. Piss on him if you want to. He's submissive, he wants first and foremost to please you, and he expects you to make him please you. Give him what he wants, by getting exactly what you want. I made him stick a finger up my ass. Fuck it.

  When it was finally time, I told him to fuck me like he meant it, because by god himself, I sure was going to do it to him tomorrow. And if he came, he was getting bull-whipped severely in the basement. I meant it by then, I would do it. When I finally had enough, I told him he was allowed to come, but it better be on my belly. I had him go off on my tan six pack.

  "The fuck you looking at it for, slut. Don't just smear it around licking it up. You suck it up and show me you like it, then lick what's left. Don't disappoint mommy now, not when you've been so good…"

  "Now thank me for allowing you to please me…"

  He did. I had more super slutty kissing, while my heart slowed. I presented him with my finger I dirtied in his ass, and made him clean it off. When I was done, I told him to go in the kitchen, and grab two of those giant pork steaks in the freezer, and start food for us. I was hungry. I told him how I wanted it. Fully cooked on low heat, as ironically he had taught me earlier. Now I ordered him to make it that way. Juicy fat, and butter wet. Or there would be an ass beating and the switch was right there.

  I watched him cooking. Watch his body nguage they told me. Watch and see how happy he is. He was. He's pleased his girl, he's all sixes and nines. Fuck other women and their vanil bullshit they said. That grabbed my attention, my sentiments all along on the matter. What the fuck, if I have to tell him what I like, then its just not the right man for me. Retards, they said. Communication. Effective communication. You? Are dominant and want something. He? Is submissive and wants to please you. Tell him what you want, and order him to do it. He'll be tickled pink to finally be given his first, true path. Directly told what to do, to please you. He's a man, he wants told what you want. Men don't want a guessing game girly girls py, they hate that shit.

  You want fucked bad boy style? Instruct him to do it. He will! You want slow teasing and stopping and gentle penetration? Whatever you want.

  "You. Cut my food up. Large bites. I want you to stand behind me, and put them in my mouth with the fork. You can eat yours when I'm done, and I want to watch."

  "Hold my hair for me. Pony tail with one hand."

  "Get me another drink. This one's almost empty. Check it from now on when I have you do this. I don't want to run out."

  "Very good. Now lick mommy's lips clean. Your slutty little tongue is mommy's napkin."

  "Very good, slut. Now? You did a great job. Sit and eat. You'll need your stamina for tomorrow, you know that."

  God, this was the best. This was what I had to look forward to, when I felt like it when we had our own townhouse here in grad school? Holy shit. Why didn't all women do this, there was no other way to live. Holding my hair back in a handheld ponytail. Feeding me fork bites when I pointed. Scratching my back with the other hand. Heaven.

  All the advice made sense once I was this far into it.

  Up front? Be mean, be downright brutal. You never get a second chance to make a first impression. Introduce him to the kind of mommy you're going to be. Strict mommy? You beat that naked little ass, like you mean it. Don't take those early crocodile tears for enough, you give them something to cry for. Think child abuse, that's what you want. You don't avoid it, you aim for child abuse and go past it. Set that tone. Find a soundproof location. Or get privacy for this. If you have no other choice? Gag him thoroughly, turn the music up and get to it. Give him another taste the first thing you hear, that isn't exactly what you want to hear in the end. You do it right up front? The rest goes smoothly.

  Never make a threat you're not going to follow through on, completely and enthusiastically. All men, submissive or dominant, can smell a snow job a mile away. You threaten X, if Y happens? You better have meant what you said. You must do it. You're dominant. Learn to talk and control things like a man. After this is all done, if an issue crops up? Be direct. Hey, sit down. We have an issue. They'll sit down and hear it. Spell it out, and don't sugarcoat it or tap dance. You've issued a problem, now provide the solution. Your submissive will love it. He'll follow your solution.

  It requires some form of compromise? Think about it beforehand, and issue the compromise as the solution. Don't yell, just say it direct. If you've id the proper groundwork in the training? This will go perfect.

  Never abuse this power to act like a prissy spoiled cunt. No whiny nagging voice. No girly gloating. You don't need it. They won't take you serious when you act like a girly girl. That's submissive spoiled whining. You, are the opposite. Confident, direct, sure of yourself. You discuss the problem by bringing it up, you inform them of your solution. Now eat your peas, dear.

  I was light years ahead of all the other mommies in this regard, but still. I wasn't learning to be dominant, I already naturally was. I wasn't learning how men communicate? I already knew and did it. It was the little stuff I loved.

  You can't torture him all night long, the humiliations are to extend the pytime. You like it, they like it. Any man that likes getting whipped? Will love some domination and humiliation. Serve up tons of it, in the training period. You can always back off after you're done training. The feeling out they described, before the big night it starts on was priceless. All the little things to start to do leading up to it, to make a smoother transition.

  I had legs up on the other girls wanting to be mommies in Domestic Discipline. Primer one, how to be dominant. Primer two. How to be dominant, even if you think you already are. Primer three, how to whip your man. I read them all, and other than a few nuggets, not much. Primer four? I already whip my man, what now? Hello, that was me.

  I got behind him his st several pieces I was watching him eat, and had him eat with no hands. We're in the early training period. I held his head and pointed at the next bite, and lowered his head to it. Whispered in his ear.

  "You will do anything, and I mean anything, I tell you."

  Yes mommy. Music to my ears.

  I licked his lips and face clean when he was done.

  "Okay. Its not te, but we still have shower to do, then I want time to py with you in the bedroom some before I fall asleep. When your done with the dishes, and wiping up? You can start on the shower. When I hear the water running, I'll be in. I'll be in our room. Oh. Bnket, pack the stuff up for mommy? Bring that to the bedroom before you start the shower."

  Another yes mommy.

  By the time I heard water running, I walked in.

  "You got everything ready? Great. Shut the water off, so that's all you need to do when we go back in. Bedroom. You? Are already naked. Me? Undressing."

  I sat and we went through the undressing ritual. I told him, I wanted to see how he did, and I would correct him on little things ter. Just go through it, and let me see how he's doing. I'm gd I started on shower and dressing and undressing early. Nice introduction to what was to come, and he had some of the skills I wanted in the end going very well. Less work for the main training period. This allowed me to concentrate on slut training, and discipline and respectful behavior. Really, he didn't do bad at all. Few things to work on. I'll provide correction after shower and bath time.

  The shower was like undressing had gone. Really well, few tiny things I would adjust. I'll do that when the undressing corrections are gone over. I had him move soap around all over my body with his tongue. I had some toe kisses clean in the shower. I had him sit in front of me while I id my hands and leaned against the wall, practicing for when I would be sore after preseason practice. I grabbed his face and peed on it, pulling him in. He cupped my ass cheeks and allowed me politely. I told him he was a good boy.

  After all my day spa bath pampering, I allowed him to get in with me, its really some of our favorite together time even outside of all this. Sitting behind him in the whirlpool jetted water, my legs tented over his, my feet between his legs. Like normal. I hugged him from behind, and we talked much more normal like. Bathtub time is normal time, and I told him.

  "Don't take too many liberties with how you speak to me, though. You're in training. Act like it. None of your sass mouth during any of our normal time, until you're wearing my tattoo."

  He asked how I wanted it.

  "You can drop the mommy in here. Keep the respect. I'm still your strict mommy, not some whore in the tub with you. Some of your smart-ack you're known for? Don't fool yourself into thinking I've got any objections to putting my switch across a wet, naked ass in here."

  "I promise, dear."

  "Hmm. Don't get me wrong. When we're done, I like your smart-ack. It doesn't go with training you, that's all. Keep it on hold, until you get reintroduced to nice mommy again. She loves it. Now, I'm being extra nice to you by giving us… let's call it normal time. Once you get into the bathtub and you're all done… working on me? That's my little gift to you. A lot of the… recommendations are not to have normal time like we have like this. The only normal time, well… normally? Is when other people are around. You really should be more appreciative you get this."

  "I am."

  I idly ran the washrag over him some, not really cleaning him. Kissing his shoulder.

  "And another thing, dear."

  "Yes?"

  "Don't go getting a swelled head just because I had you bang the shit out of me, and you got to hear me make noises licking me. It's not like you have a week to go. And, when we get out of this bath? We're naked, and we're still alone, and… you better be johnny on the spot with speaking to me correctly. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes dear."

  "All right. But, I'm starting to think you're treating this like some… advanced version of our usual game. Its not. We talked about this. I'm specifically supposed to… cure… that idea. Its actual discipline. Its going to be."

  "Anything you say dear."

  "Hmm. You say that now. Now… you, are going to start getting some extra chores. Starting tomorrow or the next day? You're doing all my undry. I'm going to watch you like a hawk, that you clean and fold my stuff. And put it away neatly and correctly. I'm going to inspect it, like I do everything else. I'm going to be very critical. The undry's not all. Now. You won't be doing undry for the others. Just me. You're going to get corrected or punished once you're shown how to do a chore correctly."

  "Anything you say."

  "You keep saying that. We'll see. Now… I'm ready to get dried off. Hop to. When we're out of the water? You better be back on your best behavior. Or else. Move your ass."

  I love my drying off, like the rest of the shower and bath pampering and care. Lifting one foot at a time for drying off, then getting gone over to get dried off. I feel like some kind of celebrity or royalty.

  "All right. Get this all taken care of, and meet me in the bedroom."

  "I like the sound of that."

  "Like I keep telling you. We'll see."

  When he was done getting the towels and washrags and clothes into the washer, he came into the bedroom. Probably expecting another round of fucking mommy under my new directions. He was wrong. I was standing there with my bullwhip coiled up in my hand, and the stern, strict mommy face on.

  "No talking. You. On the bed."

  "Nope. Face down. Time we fixed something. I'm not getting off of this, now that I got it moving in the right direction. Nose in the bedclothes. Hands? At your sides. Feet together. You move? You'll get punished. We're having a little talk."

  I got the long handcuffs on him front and back, then snaked the ankle long handcuffs up through and back as I had done when I rendered him helpless downstairs and tickled him bad.

  "I'm adjusting your attitude. Right now. You do think this is another game. Well, I'm going to show you what kind of game you're pying. Comfy? I know you remember this position, because you spent some time downstairs like this. I remember telling you, that you'd be spending some time helpless on my bed like this. Right now? Is just such a time. Let me get your attention focused…"

  I grabbed the ankle chain tight just like I had done downstairs, and tickled his feet for about a minute straight.

  "Yeah. I got your attention now. We're going to work on some things. The dressing, the undressing. Pretty good, but… far from perfect. It will end up perfect. Same goes for the shower and the bath routine. I'm going to go through a list of what needs improvement. So… let's get started."

  I shoved a rag into his mouth, and fingered it in tight. I gave him several minutes of gag squealing and helpless tickle torture. Then, I reted the first issue that wasn't perfect with the undressing. I went back to tickling the shit out of him again, for a little longer. Then? I expined the second issue. By the time I was done with the short undry list of what needed improvement, it was much longer each time. Screaming and crying were high pitched and getting severe.

  Then I moved onto the shower improvements, and the length of each tickle torture grew in length and severity. By the time I started on the bath care tips, it had grown to a length that was screaming and crying hysterically. By the time I finished the st bath care tip, it was fairly lengthy. I got down and tapped his cheek, smiled, and looked at him with my smug mommy look.

  "This isn't a game, slut. Its dead serious. Because you need to understand that? You'll spend some more time here. I'm actually enjoying this. I get the reaction I need to get, and I don't have to muscle you around over my p, and I don't have to give my arm and shoulder a workout. Get comfy. You're going to be here a while, making sure I got your attention to keep working on everything I just went over."

  I tickle tortured him severely for a while, then left him there to cry it out. I sat on a chair, and smiled and watched.

  "Got the picture yet? And remember, tomorrow. I'm going to fuck you, like you've never been fucked in your life before. Its going to be painful. Its going to be humiliating to say the very least. And? Its going to take quite a while. Now. Just so we understand each other…"

  I grabbed his ankle chains, yanked him roughly to immobilize him and repeated the tickle torture for even longer. I left him a hot screaming and crying mess. When he recovered minimally, I got down in his face again.

  "We'll do what we're doing right now? Nightly. The girls being here, will not save your worthless ass. I'll just turn the music up, and go to town. Shit needs improvement, and it better improve immediately. The next one of these? Is going to be much longer. And another polite suggestion, too, you little slut. You better watch your fucking mouth and that attitude, when we're in the bathtub."

  I smacked him hard across his helpless face, then several more times. Forehand, backhand, repetitively.

  "Don't you ever, yes dear me, and yeah yeah me like you just did. Ever. I'll smack the taste right out of your dirty little mouth, and I'll beat the ever loving shit right out of you for it. Now. I'm going to take this rag out of your slutty little mouth, and I better be impressed. Not just with the words? With the fucking tone you use. You think I'm pying around with you. I'm not. You're about to figure that out. Tomorrow. After I'm done fucking you the way I intend to? We'll just see how your attitude improves."

  I took the rag out, and he sniffled out a thank you for correcting him.

  I pasted him twice more across the helpless face.

  "Again!"

  We went through this routine several times, and I watched his face grow more and more… pucker-y. Each hard face smacking, and the ruthless "Again!", slowly produced the effect I was looking for. He was finally puckering into the bed clothes, and mumbling his thank you mommy for correcting me.

  "Now. That's a little bit more like it. That needs improvement, too."

  I shoved the rag back into his mouth. Real hard. Then I tickled the shit out of him for quite some time. When I took the rag out of his mouth, I pasted the hardest sp yet on him.

  "Again!"

  I finally got the teary repeat I was looking for.

  "All right. Now? You got the right idea. See that you remember this, and that's how you address me. In the bath or not. I'm not putting up with this leftover nice mommy shit much longer. I'll fuck your shit up for it. So I'm not going to ask you if we're clear on this? I know we're crystal clear."

  I undid his ankle chain from drawn up, and let his feet down. I took the back handcuff long chain out. He was left with long ankle handcuffs and the long handcuffs in the front.

  "Better get some sleep, slut. Its going to be a long fucking day tomorrow. Literally. And I can't wait to see your face after I'm done with you."

  I got ready for bed. When I got in, I shoved him out of bed and he almost hit the floor before he recovered.

  "Sleep on the floor, slut. You don't talk to your mommy right, you don't sleep with her. You think you're going to give me yes dear and yeah yeah attitude? You better think again."

  I went and got another regur pair of handcuffs. I cuffed his front wrist handcuff's long chain, to a foot post of the bed. As I covered up and shut the light by the bed off, I told him quite matter of fact, after I heard nothing in the dark for a while.

  "You have to go to the bathroom? You have to wake me up. I'll smack you around some more for bothering me and waking me up. Count on it. But… if you piss the floor? I'll fuck you up so much worse. Sweet dreams, smart ass. Cry yourself to sleep, for all I care right now."

  I fell asleep? Holding my mouth, trying not to ugh. I heard little sobbing noises here and there, then nothing but deep breathing. I wasn't following a script or anything, but a number of descriptions of how to cure "its just another sexy game" demeanor abounded. Actually, it was one of the more popur topics on the Mommy website I liked best. I felt rotten, but can I lie? Actually having a goddamn ball here.

  Where is my golden whip award for this performance.