PART FOUR c – Training

  When I woke up, it took me a minute or two to remember my performance the night prior. I ever so slowly pulled the covers around and rotated myself so I was ying with my head off the foot of the bed almost, chin on hands, watching him sleep. I had gotten up in the middle of the night and turned the air conditioning down real low. He was curled up in his long chain handcuffs. He fell asleep trying to get comfortable shackled to the bed. With no pillow or bnket. After having been smacked around and kicked out of bed and chained in his position on the floor.

  It was early. Barely sunrise yet. I wanted him up. I had gone to bed early after smacking him around and torturing him for his small errors. I realized, that's what it had been. Torture. I was getting better with the idea of calling it what it was. I smiled like a little girl who was having fun dipping the boy's hair in the inkwell, and not the more usual other way around. Because I was. Male dom female sub Domestic Discipline was the entirely more popur setup. But, female dom male sub was hardly unheard of. While technically a minority, it was hardly tiny.

  I wanted him awake, and couldn't bring myself to yell or kick him or throw shoes at him. I wanted to see his face waking up, realizing how he had spent the night. Coming to the realization as he shook and blinked sleep away, that he was in chains. And see my smiling face peering down at him. I took the sh end of my bullwhip and dragged the sh across his face several times. Watching him twitch, then rub at it, and finally start awake. I continued doing it after his eyes opened and registered the situation, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

  "Wake-y, wake-y… asshole."

  "And what was that little look I just saw, hmm?"

  He dropped the look, but it was too te. I had seen it.

  "Give me that look again. I dare you."

  His face fell and he resigned himself to what everything was.

  "I said. Give me that look again. What. Scared to give it to me? What are you afraid of."

  He wasn't taking the bait. The website warned of male anger erupting when you increased the pressure. No matter how many times you expined beforehand, and during the start of it, that it was no game? It not being a game, was a game in and of itself. To the male. You had to combat that. You had to break that down for them.

  I'm light years ahead of the other mommies, though. Psychology degree I'm working on. Its not infallible, but… it gives me a huge grounding to work from.

  "What. Do you suddenly have a problem, with a girl having power over you? Pffft. You love it. From the moment we met, you made jokes about it. The first night we slept together? Get real. You love a girl having power over you. The fact is? The more power a girl has over you, in every way possible? The more turned on you get. You're embarrassed right now, and that's a turn on for you too. I'm looking at your morning cock in your boxers, and you can't hide your wood. You? Are helpless right now, and you love it. Just admit it."

  "Don't bother to admit it to me, admit it to yourself. Things will go easier for you, once you do. Its going to happen, sooner or ter. You're going to admit that you like it. That there's nothing you can do about your helpless situation. And that it makes you rock hard, and I know it."

  I smiled down, smug.

  I spit on him. I just let it fall on his face, I didn't propel it at him with any kind of fury.

  "Go on. Get piss-y about it. You know, that I'll fuck you up for it. And… some part of you knows it, and likes it. The problem is, you haven't admitted it yet. Not to me, I already know. You haven't admitted it to yourself. And when you do? You're going to bawl and cry like a little baby. You're ashamed of that. And once you bawl and cry like a little bitch? You can get past it. When that happens, whenever it is… I'll be there. I'll hold you. I'll kiss you. I'll tell you it's all alright. You'll beg my forgiveness, that you fought me on it. I'll grant you that forgiveness, that you so desperately crave. That will be our breakthrough moment. You'll completely submit to me. Totally. Your body. Your will. Your life. You'll finally give it to me, I'll take it. I won't hurt you for it. I'll cherish it. And then we can finish this, and we'll move on. But… for the rest of our days? We'll both know, forever. What we both are. How we work together, from then on. Let me help you right now…"

  I spit on him again.

  "You don't need to go through your life, ashamed of what you are. Forever craving being submissive to a strong girl. Wanting one. Desiring one. Craving one. And forever ashamed of it. Just admit it, and it will get immediately better. We'll get through this, and march off into the sunset together. You? Will get what you want, forever. I? Will give it to you. Forever. You didn't ask me for this, for fun. That's just what you tell yourself. Just do it. I won't tell anyone. You know that. I can't. Its not like you're keeping some great secret. I know it, I've known it since our third date. What went on. Out in the middle of nowhere, I challenged you and you answered it. Tie me up and whip me. I like it. Who are you kidding, holding back? Me? I know it sure as Christ made little green apples. You? You know what fantasies run through your mind, since you were young. Just get it over with already."

  "When you finally break down, and cry? I'll know that's what it is. It'll be totally different from when I make you cry from physical pain. Pain you like me inflicting on you, by the way. I'm going to wear you down, and get that. And then, you'll completely belong to me. I won't use it against you. If I was going to? I already would have. But… I'm not stopping, until that breakthrough moment. You asked me for it. You begged me for it. I tried to talk you out of it? Oh no, make me. Force me. What the fuck do you really think you were asking for, anyways. You were begging me, to force you to submit to me. Just do it. Submit. Give me the complete submission, that I demand? And it will all be over. Oh, the pain and the torture will continue for a little while, but… the real torture? Is you not admitting to yourself how things really are."

  "Once you do that? Give yourself to me like that. And you see that I accept you for it. And you accept yourself. As you really are. You… will finally be free."

  I stood up, and stretched and yawned. Walked around him chained up at the foot of the bed. I looked down at him.

  "We? Are going to have our morning workout. Now. That, is what I decided right now. That? Is what we'll do. Do I have to hurt you, to make that happen? Or… will you just go with it. Like you've been doing. If you think, that I'm quitting, before I set you free? Because X number of weeks went by… you're fucking crazier than I am. I'm going to have you. For my own. Me, knowing who I am. You? Finally admitting what you are. And what we are. You… can't win this. Oh, you can run away. Run away from me, and this challenge. But, can you run away from yourself and who you are? No."

  I just looked him straight in the eye, looking down at him in chains on my bedroom floor.

  "Ask me. I'll unlock them right now. You? Can go. Will you get away, from how terribly rough I'm going to fuck you today? Yes. You can. But… will you get away from yourself? Never. Use that big brain you have, mister wizard. Take score. You? Have lusted after… for ck of a better word, mind you. An Olympic babe. Here I am. You know what you are, what your compulsion wants. I have the same compulsion. I want to give it to you. The TV screen speaks to you, little slut. The Olympics girl wants you. Just take me."

  He looked at me like I'm from mars.

  "Oh. That's right. I forgot. You can't take me. I have to make you. I have to force you. That's what you asked for. Begged me. I told you, you have to submit to me. You made it a condition, that there was no way out. That it would make it… hotter for you. So, if you wanna scream a little more? Or a lot more, actually. Fine by me."

  I stood over him, and he looked down.

  "There's my answer…"

  I squatted down and grabbed his ankles, and dragged him back. His long wrist handcuff chain stretched slowly out, then grew taut. The regur handcuffs, held the long chain to the bed post. He struggled, and I ughed.

  "You're so fucked, on so many different levels, and don't even realize it."

  I sat down, holding his ankles while he struggled. He couldn't possibly get away. I ughed. I had stretched him out. I had another pair of regur handcuffs in my hand, and he hadn't realized it. I clicked them around his ankles. I held the little chain. I tied a piece of the long, soft cotton rope to them, then tied the rope to the foot of my desk. He was now stretched out and done for.

  "I decided. We? Are going for the morning workout. Are you joining me willingly? Or… the other way. Your choice."

  "I'll go! I'll go!"

  "Uh uh. Not good enough, slut. You? Need to beg to go with mommy. You wanna watch mommy work up a sweat? See mommy's legs get a pump? Beg. Make me believe you really wanna see it. Or I'll leave you here. You can stay here, helpless. I'll be back, when I'm back."

  "Take me with you…"

  Strict mommy came back quick.

  "Is that how you talk to me? You speak to me, with polite respect, or I swear to god…"

  It came out quick.

  "Please take me with you, mommy. Please. I'm begging. Don't leave me here. Please…"

  I knelt down, smiling. I reached up his boxers, all chained up and stretched out. I grabbed his balls and seized him right above the testicles, then firmed up my quite substantial grip.

  "Well? Dress me, slut."

  I got dressed after I unlocked what kept him from it. He dressed me a little slower than normal. Little OCD mistakes, but fewer than the st time. I kept silent track.

  "Let's go…"

  I walked downstairs. We went out front, and stretched out. We were about to run, when I sent him to go get Lorna. I pointed out the door down the way. Lorna, was the girl that had wanted to go running with us, and I had ended up telling her I would break her hand. He was nervous. I insisted. I ended up making, and ordering him to go get her. I actually lifted up my own girl's soccer team practice T shirt, 2XL men's size. I reached down and grabbed him by the balls through my own soccer practice shorts he was wearing, and hissed at him.

  "I said? Go… and get her. What part of a goddamn order, don't you get? Move!"

  I put my leg up on the cement wall, and bent my head down to stretch. I pointed…

  I watched him, reluctantly, suspecting a trap. He knocked on the door I indicated, and a girl answered in a T shirt and seemingly nothing else. He spoke to her, gesticuting. She disappeared, and another girl was out. Taller. Blonder. One bare foot on top of the other while talking briefly.

  She disappeared inside, and reappeared quickly.

  I watched her stretch out. He did too. He didn't stare, he was too nervous to, but… he noticed. I got in his ear on the side.

  "I want you to look, you retard. Enjoy your show…"

  Lorna asked how many ps around the housing pn. I smiled.

  "First one to quit? Is a twat. I wanna work up a sweat."

  She calcuted the mild challenge.

  "You're on…"

  We ran. Every couple ps we tried to pass each other. He ran with us. We were both in front of him and couldn't get away. He was a long distance runner, he just paced us. I already knew he could do this longer than us, so eventually Lorna and me were competing. I guess I won. Lorna finally slowed. We had a final sprint p, and she admitted she was a twat, audibly.

  She panted and heaved, hands on her knees. Gasping for breath. I wasn't far behind, and an onlooker would think we had been equal. We all three sat ughing on the front wall, heaving for air.

  "Lorna? Its been fun."

  Me and him went back in.

  "You. Come upstairs."

  He followed.

  I had my undressing ritual. When I had him kneeling and groveling at my feet and I was sitting on the bed again, I snapped at him.

  "Hey!"

  I got a meek yes mommy.

  "I have pns for you. Get in the bathroom. Now."

  He went.

  I came in.

  "We're not showering. Not yet."

  "What do you want me to do?"

  I smiled.

  "Good answer. I want you to go get your bucket. Bring it in here."

  He left to fulfill my request. When he got back, I had a pstic drink bottle, a big one. The kind with a screw on lid and a built in straw. I made him fill up the bucket with hot water with lots of soap, then fill up the drink bottle with the hot soapy water. He was already naked from the undressing ritual.

  "I want you on your hands and knees."

  He did it, sightly reluctantly.

  "I want you to stay still…"

  I badgered him until I put the built in straw, to his ass. I squeezed the big bottle of hot, soapy water. When he started compining, I snapped my fingers and pointed to my coiled up bullwhip ying nearby.

  "Do you see that? You better do what you're told. My advice."

  He closed his eyes and pouted, as I squeezed the bottle of hot, soapy water. It squirted up his butt. I giggled. He whined, and wanted to know what I was doing.

  "I'm doing what I want! I want you? To have a clean rear end, slut. Look. You're going to get fucked in the ass. I want you to have a clean ass."

  I badgered him until he filled up my squirt bottle a couple more times. I squirted each bottle of hot soapy water? Up his ass. He looked like he wanted to cry. Kneeling in the shower. I produced a wooden ball on a string. I shushed his objections, and plopped it in his ass. I stood him up and when he danced around, I had him sit on the commode. Right before I made him sit on the throne, I pulled the string and the ball popped out of his ass. He exploded, and he looked like he was sobbing.

  "Again…"

  I made him go through this ritual, several times. He looked up at me as if he wanted to cry, but never actually had tears.

  "Get in the bedroom, slut. Kneel at the foot of the bed."

  He was waiting for me.

  "Slut. Bring mommy? Her toy…"

  He puckered up, but he brought it. I made him put it on me. I showed him how to have me step into it. I made him pull the straps up over my thigh muscles, then tighten them a belt buckle's worth, to hold the straps up and on tight.

  I sat him down on the bed, and stood in front of him. I was smiling.

  "What…"

  "You know what."

  He begged me not to make him do this. He pleaded and begged for me not to do it. He wasn't in tears, but he was close.

  "Please. Don't. Please…"

  I rubbed his head.

  "I'm fucking you. I'm fucking you hard. If you want me to use the bullwhip on you, take you down the basement… give you twenty, or even thirty hard cracks? You know I will. I'm going to make you. There's no way out. Hey. Let's compare cocks. Mine? Is a little bigger. Admit it. Mommy's is bigger."

  I was standing over him, and he was sitting on the bed.

  I grabbed his head, and turned it to me. It made his head turn to the big rubber jelly dick.

  "Look at it. I? Am going to make you do this."

  "Please. Please don't. I'll do… anything else. Please."

  "Slut! I'll crack your ass with my bullwhip? You'll do anything else anyways. I know it? You know it. Now… kneel in front of mommy. Sluts kneel."

  He started to kneel.

  "Now. Give me a kiss."

  He started to get up, and I smiled as I put gentle pressure on him to stay on his knees.

  "I… don't understand. You said…"

  I backhanded him across the mouth. Hard. He looked shocked, even more shocked than when I smacked him around the night before.