4 comments/ 17999 views/ 3 favorites A Week of Training By: Tigerdrew73 After many years of text and phone conversations where my mostly obedient sub had carried out my instructions faithfully and countless orgasms under my instruction when given permission, the opportunity to actually meet finally presented itself. We were both on a training course for work, different companies but both using the same venue. I had already made some preparations for the day by sending my pet a package with instruction to wear it all day as I would know if she wasn't. That package was a pair of custom made vaginal and anal dildo panties. The vaginal dildo was 4 inches long and 1 inch diameter, the anal part jus 2 inches long and 1/2 inch diameter, not too big and comfortable enough to be worn all day. During the first morning I got very bored as this was a subject I knew well but my company had decided to send me anyway. I decided to see if my pet had done as instructed as she sometimes has a mischievous streak. What was custom about the dildo pants was that they had a Bluetooth receiver in them, which I had already paired to my phone and I had a specially written app to allow me to control the vibrations of both dildos separately. So I opened the app and turned up the vaginal vibrations just enough for her to feel but not too much. I knew what she looked like from photos she had sent but she didn't know my face. Watching across the lecture theatre I saw her twitch in surprise. I hadn't told her the dildos vibrated. I turned off the vibrations and saw a slight look of disappointment cross her face I then sent her a quick text "Good Girl." Her reply came 2 minutes later "Thank you Sir." she knew what I meant. As the morning wore on I played with the control for the vaginal vibrations sometimes pulsing it watching her twitch sometimes turning it high for a few seconds then off sometimes turning it on but low for minutes at a time. Knowing how wet she gets I could imagine the state of her knickers, I had told her to wear some over the top of my toy. At lunch I sat with her in the canteen, I could tell she thought it was me but wasn't sure I kept my voice light and didn't say too much to keep her guessing. From what had happened this morning she knew I was here and in the same training. When the course resumed in the afternoon it was more of the same so I quickly became bored again, also I was finding it very difficult to concentrate wanting to try the other functions of the panties. I sent my pet a text saying no matter what happened she needed to keep quiet and not disturb the training. 10 minutes into the session I decided to try the anal vibe, just gently to start with. Now my sub is usually quite vocal unless instructed, I like it that way which is why I never order her to be silent or instruct her to wear a gag, but when the anal vibe started she let out a little yelp, the guy giving the course stopped and asked if she was OK she replied she was fine just got a little cramp. "Good cover, however you made a noise so there will have to be punishment later," I sent. "Yes sir, and thank you sir," came the meek reply if a text message can be meek. To see how well she could control herself I decided to turn both vibes on together. Watching her closely I saw her squirm but she kept quiet. For the next hour I alternated the vibrations front and back changing the intensity and duration and length of pause between them sometimes low a minutes long, sometimes high and short, sometimes both together. I knew she was desperate to cum I knew her well from our phone calls. She was squirming in her seat now. "Don't Cum until I say so" I texted "No sir," was her reply. Deciding to test her resolve I turned both front and back vibe up high for 2 minutes. Watching her she was almost jumping out of her seat but trying to be discreet with it gripping the table on the arm of her chair in a desperate effort not to cum. She didn't, I know she didn't she can't keep quiet when she cums even if it is just a quiet moan and I heard nothing. Turning off the vibes I could see she was sweating with the effort of not cumming "Good Girl, you will be rewarded later," I sent "Thank you Sir :)," was they reply. I know it pleases her when she pleases me and knowing she would be rewarded told her she had pleased me greatly. Now it was time to try the last function of the pants. Opening the app again I selected the third option and moved the slider upwards. The silent air pump inside the anal dildo kicked in and started to inflate the prosthetic the screen of my app showing its diameter, I allowed it to swell to 1 inch. Again watching her closely she gave a small almost inaudible gasp, no one else noticed. I decided to leave the dildo inflate to 1 inch for the rest of the session. In the middle of the afternoon there was a short coffee break "Go to the ladies, but DO NOT remove the pants," I sent. I watched her scurry off to the ladies I left her for a minute then sauntered to the gents next door. Turning both vibes up high I sat and waited. Sure enough I got the text I was expecting. "Please Sir may I cum?" "Not Yet." 1 minute later, again I received the same text "Is there anyone in there with you?" "No Sir." I rang her from the stall I was in, she recognised the no and answered immediately. "Yes Sir." "Are you desperate?" "yes Sir," she panted "I want to cum so badly." "Yes Kitten you may cum." "OHHHHH GODDDDDD! Thank you sir, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Oh My Goddd I'm cumming so hard its running out from around the dildo and dripping off my ass cheeks." God my sub sounds good when she cums "Good gir,l now clean yourself up and get back in." "Yes Sir, and Thank you Sir." A Week of Training Ch. 02 As the first day sessions closed I saw my sub look at several of the men in the room trying to work out who I was. She focused on me for half a minute longer than the others, I think she was convinced I was her Dom but she didn't want to make a fool of herself. We all trouped out of the training centre to our cars to go to our respective hotels. I knew which hotel she was booked into and had booked the same, fortunately several of the other attendees were also at this hotel so I could maintain the mystery a little longer. As exciting as it was to finally be able to touch my sub after years of long distance control I was also a little apprehensive, this would be my first time being together with my sub. She had had a previous Dom, who she had met and told me about him, so although I was confident of my control over a distance I was worried I wouldn't be good enough in the flesh. I followed her to the hotel and sent her a text from the car park. Be in your room at 6 pm. Washed, shaved and wearing just stockings, 4 inch heels a suspender belt. Be on your knees facing away from the door hands clasped at your waist. Leave the door ajar. I went to my room to relax and prepare a few things for the aperitif session, and tried to relax. If I was tense or worried she would sense it and exploit it, have I mentioned she is mischievous? She doesn't wilfully disobey me, just works within the words of my instructions and pushes them to the limit. Sometimes she pushes too far and has to be disciplined, although I'm sure she does it on purpose on occasion. At five past six I went to her room and found the door ajar, well at least in this she had obeyed me, she is normally very good but as mentioned before this was our first time together. I pushed open the door silently, ready to apologise and pretend to have the wrong room if she was looking, as I wanted to keep the suspense going a while longer. There she was on her knees hands clasped at her bottom, her dark hair just touching her shoulders, her broad shoulders erect, her head bowed like a good sub. Her tattoos looked amazing; the colours were so vivid, the photos I had seen didn't do them justice. Maybe that was just the excitement of seeing her in the flesh for the first time "Don't move," I commanded, as I shut the door and dropped my bag of playthings. She gave a little start at the sound of my voice but other than that she obeyed. I slipped off my shoes wanting to make a silent approach and to be comfortable. I moved up behind her not making a sound, slipping a silk blindfold from my pocket I eased it over her eyes. She gave a murmur "no, please sir I want to see you." "All in good time my pet," I whispered in her ear, licking the lobe and nipping it lightly, running my fingers through her hair. When I was sure she couldn't see anything, I took the black lace collar from my other pocket 'PET' was embroidered on a silk panel on the front. "Now you are truly mine, this is symbolic of my ownership. You will wear it always. Unless I put a different collar on you, which I may on occasion, something less symbolic," I told her as I tied it around her neck. "Yes sir." I walked around her looking at her in the flesh for the first time. She looked gorgeous to me, from her ample arse to her voluptuous 38G breasts thrust forward, not in defiance but pleading to be touched and more. But that was for later, for now I just wanted to admire her. "Open your knees," I told her she complied instantly. I could see her newly shaven mound just below the curve of her stomach, her juices glistening on the tops of her plump sexy thighs and her lips. I gazed at her lovingly, yes she was my sub to do with as I pleased but I thought of her as more. She wasn't merely a possession to use and abuse for my own gratification; she was much more than that. She was My Pet, and like the favourite pet you had as a child I loved her, cherished her, needed to look after her, to take care of her needs as well as mine. Maybe it was because it was my first time as a Dom, maybe that doesn't make me a 'good' Dom but it's how I felt in that moment. Her tattoos looked stunning, they were on her upper arms, across her back, her calves and thighs and I loved them. After looking at her for what felt like hours but was in fact only 5 minutes I felt I could touch her, almost to verify she was real, that we were actually here. As I touched her head she gave a little gasp, the suspense must have been killing her, as well as heightening the anticipation. "Hush my pet, I won't hurt you," I said soothingly. "Well, at least not more than you can take." I ran my fingers through her hair again, caressed her face. As my hand slid down her cheek she leant into my hand, she must have felt the same way I did, it's actually happening, it's finally real. "Ah ahhh I didn't say you could move yet did I?" I said taking my hand away "No Master" "I'm not your master, that is something quite different and not somewhere I want to go at the moment. Sir will suffice." "Yes sir." I resumed caressing her face, tracing the lines of her cheeks, sliding down to her neck, her throat, my fingers touching so lightly they were like feathers on her skin. She had goose bumps and I know it wasn't from cold, the room was pleasantly warm. I moved to her back tracing the shapes of her tattoos, the flowers and the fairies, she was shivering now, over her curvy bottom. Moving back to her shoulders, down her front, careful not to touch her breasts too much, down over the curve of her sexy belly to her thighs. Resting my hands there I knelt in front of her, breathing in her scent, a delicious mix of soap, perfume and arousal. Gently running my hands up and down her thighs I whispered "Yes my pet, it's real, it's actually happening finally." Her face lit up in a huge grin "Yes Sir, after all the waiting, but please can I see you" With a sharp slap on the inside of her left thigh which made her jump slightly, I replied "Not yet! I told you already, don't keep asking. I will tell you when." "Yes sir," she said, suitably chastened. Removing my hands and standing up I went to my 'goody' bag that I had dropped by the door. Taking out the hands cuffs I moved back to her and slipped them on, the cold metal a shock on her warm skin. "We wouldn't want you getting too excited, forgetting your instructions and removing her blindfold, now would we?" I asked her rhetorically "No Sir," she replied. I could tell from the pause, the tone of her voice and the slight slump of her shoulders this hand been exactly what she had been thinking. Going back to the bag I retrieved the bright blue climbing rope from it, along with a pair of ER scissors just in case things went wrong. Now I'm not a rope master by any stretch of the imagination, but I have been a boy scout so I know my knots. I know the theory of rope bondage, that is to say you should be able to restrain and bind your sub using only a single knot but I'm not good enough yet. This is something we had discussed in our many phone calls and texts and we wanted to try it. Finding the centre of the rope, I formed a loop and put this round her handcuffs, I then threaded the ends through this loop then up her back. Separating the 2 lengths, I laid 1 over each shoulder. Working with the left length first, I wound it round the base of her large left breast twice, loving the weight of it in my hand as I lifted it to get the rope underneath, not too tight to totally cut off the blood supply but enough to restrict it and make her tits more sensitive. Doing a quick twist, I then came down the breast towards the nipple and did another couple of wraps; a quick twist and wrap around itself then looped it round the back of her neck and let the length dangle down between her breasts and over her belly. I repeated this with her right breast. She was starting to breathe a little heavier now as she started to get aroused. "Stand up," I said and she got to her feet slightly shakily, a combination of her level of arousal and the fact she had been kneeling for a while now. Taking both lengths together, I fed them between her legs and up her arse crack, looped it over the handcuffs and back down and tied each length to the respective ankle. OK I used 2 knots but not bad for a beginner, I thought to myself. "Now walk forward," I instructed. She did, but only taking very short steps, I could see the rope moving and tugging her breasts and she moved. "I said walk, not shuffle!" I said with a quick swat on her ass. She yelped at this and jumped "And keep quiet," with a swat on the other cheek. She drew a sharp breath though her nostrils. "Yes Sir, Sorry Sir." Then she walk towards the bed with a more normal stride, the rope sliding between her cheeks, over her pussy and pulling her tits, eliciting little gasps with every step. I stopped her in front of the armchair. "Bend over, it's time for your punishment for disturbing the course." She bent as far as the ropes would allow, which wasn't a great deal but enough to make her lovely, shapely arse stick out. Grabbing a cheek in each hand I gave them a hard squeeze, her gentle groan told me she liked it. Then I lifted my hands and firmly, but not too hard slapped the left ass cheek "count for me," I instructed "One." "One what? We will start again." Slap on the right cheek a little firmer "One Sir," left cheek "Two Sir," right cheek, up to six getting harder and alternating each time. Both cheeks now had a slightly pink hue to them. "Thank you Sir, sorry for disturbing the course" "Good girl, now what would you like for your reward for your control earlier?" "Please sir, punish my tits and nipples." "Really? That's what you want as a reward?" "Yes Sir, I love my tits punished." "Very well stand up, we will need to change the rope." I untied her ankles and unravelled the rope only recently applied and removed the handcuffs. "Put your hands above your head and bend your arms. Grasp your elbows with the opposite hand." She complied slowly, obviously trying to work out what I meant, but not quick enough for my liking. "be quicker next time," I told with a quick swat on her ass. Taking a shorter length of rope, I tied her arms together above her head, then after getting a couple of nipple clamps from the 'goody' bag, I gently teased her left nipple to full hardness then put the clamp on, her gasp was music to my ears. Doing the same to her right nipple, the gasp was a little sharper. Tugging both clamps to make sure they were secure gained me a little moan. I then roughly squeezed and massaged both tits; each was more than a handful, even for my big hands. God I'd been dying to get my hands on her tits, the early part of the meeting as much about my control as hers. Pinching them firmly all over to increase the blood flow and make them more sensitive, I then slapped down on her left tit. She bit her lip and gave a little moan; I kept slapping her left tit until it was pink, and then repeated this on her right tit. By the time I had finished she was moaning continuously. Taking the chain between the clamps, I lifted the clamps slightly, which pulled on her nipples causing her to whimper a little "open your mouth, pet." She did and I pulled the chain up, lifting the whole weight of the substantial tits with the clamps, and placed the chain in her mouth. "Hold it and don't let go." "Yes sir," she mumbled around the chain. "How far do you want to go, remember we have the whole week while we are on this course, I wouldn't want to break you on the first day because then I'll have nothing to play with for the rest of the week." "Please sir, spank the underside of my tits." "Anything else, my pet?" "Whatever you wish, Sir." "Very well, we shall see how it goes." Going to the 'goody' bag again I took out a leather bat about 12 inches long and 2 inches wide and ½ an inch thick, made from stiff leather with a short handle. I ran the end down the inside of her upper arm, teasing her, then did the same to the other arm, carrying on down her side and up the other and finally down between her breasts. She was squirming and twisting a little by then. With a quick flick of my wrist I brought the bat across her ass, catching both cheeks "Ow!" "Pardon pet, did you say something?" "No sir." "Funny, I'm sure I heard you say Ow, and I certainly didn't tell you you could move." "Yes sir I did say Ow, and sorry sir I did move, but it tickled." "So you moved when not allowed, and you lied to me?" "Yes Sir, Sorry sir" "Well I'm afraid sorry isn't good enough. If you had said yes you had spoken, I would have let you off, but as you lied that will mean punishment" I said as I reached out grasped both nipple clamps and twisted them, this brought a high pitched moan from her lips. I released the clamps and took the bat in my hand again and brought it down hard across her ass "now count them and apologise after each one. Perhaps then you will remember yourself and not lie to me" "Yes sir. One, sorry Sir." Again I brought my hand down "two, sorry sir" and on up to 12 by which time she was she was sniffing and on the verge of tears but hadn't cried out other than muted moans. I went to the fridge in the room and got some ice cubes from freezer compartment, wrapped them in a cotton pillow case, and crushed them. I gently brought them to her now rosy red cheeks. Her moan of relief was almost orgasmic; I moved them over her cheeks for about 5 minutes then went to the 'goody' bag and got a tube of cooling and soothing moisturiser. "Good Girl you took your punishment very well." "Thank you, sir." "Now, do you still wish me to continue on your breasts?" "Yes please sir, but not as hard as that." "Of course not kitten, they are much more delicate than your ass." Using the bat I flicked it up against the underside of each breast in turn, about 20 flicks on each, turning them pink. I could tell she was very excited and aroused her juices were running down her legs and soaking the tops of her stockings. "Are you ready for release now kitten?" "Oh sir, yes please sir." "Do you think you have earned it?" "That's not for me to say sir." "I'm not sure you have, you may release the chain," I said, moving my hand to cup her mound. She let the chain slip from her mouth with a gasp of relief, followed by a sharp intake of breath as the tender underside came into contact with her chest. I could feel the heat emanating for her pussy, slipping a finger between her lips, I touch her hard clit which brought a moan from her, my finger immediately soaked in her juices. I brought my wet finger up to her lips, "Suck it, tell me how you taste." "Oh sir, I taste yummy and sweet." After she had sucked my finger clean, I put my hand back between her legs, slipping 2 fingers into her, my hand getting covered in her juices. Working my fingers into her and my thumb on her clit I brought her to the edge "Please sir, may I cum?" "No, I don't think you have earned it yet." I continued to work her while she whimpered, wanting to ask again, but fearing the reprisals. Suddenly I stopped took my finger out, "clean them," I instructed, and she worked hard sucking all her juices off my fingers. I then removed the nipple clamps causing her to cry out, untied her arms letting them drop to her sides. She groaned as the blood returned to them, giving her pins and needles. "Stay there," I told her as I packed my things back in my 'goody' bag, taking some things out and placing them carefully on the bed "I will see you for dinner shortly. You will not play and you will not cum." "No Sir," she replied almost desperately. "Get cleaned up, I have left your attire for this evening on the bed." At that I left, closing the door silently behind me, leaving her standing the blindfolded. I stopped just outside the door took a deep breath and smiled to myself. Partly as I was amazed at my own self control, and partly as she still didn't know who I was but was obeying without question, well mostly. A Week of Training Ch. 03 Having returned to my room, showered and changed. I went down to the bar to find my pet. I knew I would have no difficulty recognising her as she would be wearing her collar and the outfit I had left for her. I walked into the bar and there she was, looking totally edible in the outfit. As expected she had drawn an admirer, possibly more than one, but there was only one in attendance as I made my appearance. I went to the end of the bar behind her, ordered my drink and sat down to watch. I could see the guy was trying very hard to get her to have dinner with him, at the least. Knowing who he was, if he tried half as hard to sell his company's products as he did selling himself to my sub, he would be the top salesman by a long way; he wasn't even close to the top salesman. I had a private chuckle at that thought, and watched my sub rebuffing all his advances, very politely but firmly. I was pleased that she was behaving and hadn't been tempted. After all he was quite attractive and she hadn't seen me yet. Eventually he got the message and left in a huff, muttering something under his breath. I moved up behind her, watching her reaction as she heard me approach. I saw her shoulders slump at the thought of having to fend off more advances, but she didn't turn. I leant over and whispered in her ear, in my best low, lascivious voice, one she knew well from our phone calls. "Hello Kitten, you really shouldn't slump." Immediately her shoulders stiffened and she took in a quick gasp of air. She straightened her back as though I had given her an instruction. "Hello sir," she whispered back. I could tell she wasn't sure whether to turn or not, partly as I had told her she couldn't see my face until later, during our earlier tryst, and partly from her apprehension at our first face to face meeting. "Turn around, I want to see your face and I want you to see mine now," I told her. She turned slowly on her stool with a big smile on her face. "Hello Sir," she said brightly. She was twitching and I could tell she wanted to kiss me. I wanted to kiss her, so in my best Herr Flick accent I said, "You may kiss me if you like." She laughed at the 'Allo 'Allo reference, then threw her arms around me and started to kiss me. Like Herr Flick, I stood motionless, at least to start with. Then I slipped my hands around her bountiful curves and kissed her back. It was a frantic 'Oh my god it's finally happening' kiss to start with, which deepened into a hot passionate kiss, our tongues wrestling. I pulled back nipping her bottom lip between my teeth then going back in for more. I heard a mutter of "get a room" from across the bar and knew instinctively it was the salesman. Breaking the kiss unwillingly I told her, "Wait here, I'll be right back." Now I know I'm not the fittest guy, I carry a little extra padding, but at nearly 40, other than serious athletes and film stars, who doesn't? I know how to look after myself. I had done a lot of swimming as a youth which had broadened my shoulders. As a twenty-something, I participated in both martial arts and amateur boxing. The physical strength I acquired at that time still showed under my tailored suit. I walked over to the group the guy was in and looked at him with steel in my blue eyes. With menace in my voice I asked quietly, "Do you have a problem with people showing their affection for each other in public?" "I do when they start eating each other," he quipped, laughing at his own joke. No one else laughed. I narrowed my eyes and told him what I thought of his performance tonight, and his sales performance in general. This made the rest of the group laugh and brought out a couple of comments along the lines of 'he's got you there.' Narrowing my eyes I said, "I suggest you stop commenting on other people's relationships and call your wife or I may have to. Maybe I should tell her about how you tried to pick up a young lady in the hotel bar, when she is only half an hour's drive away? Unless you'd like to take the discussion outside?" Now normally I'm a lover not a fighter, but he had riled me. I wanted my first face to face meeting with my sub to be special and he was interfering. He moved in his seat looking like he was going to take me up on my offer of discussing thing outside, when one of the people he was with leant over and whispered in his ear. I knew the man doing the whispering, and presumed he was telling his friend about when I had beaten up a burglar who had broken into our offices. The failing salesman went pale and got up very slowly, hands raised palms out in a gesture of submission. "I think I'll go home for dinner tonight lads." "Good idea," his friend said. I stepped back and allowed him to leave. I went back to my sub at the bar picked up my drink and took a calming swallow. This also gave me the opportunity to have a really good look at her in the outfit I had chosen. She looked stunning in a white silk blouse showing the black ¼ cup corset underneath, her nipples visible over the cups and hard. This was combined with a calf length Scarlet red hobble skirt, with zips running the full length of both sides and 10 denier sparkly barely black stockings, or at least they should have been stockings, I would find out later, 5 inch spike stiletto strappy sandals and, of course, the collar. "Shall we go and find a table" I asked, holding out my hand to help her down from the stool. As she turned to walk towards the dining room, I put my hand on her back, slid it up to her neck, caressing the collar I then slid my hand higher into her hair and grabbed a handful pulling it tight. She gasped in pain as her hair pulled. "Just a reminder that I am your Dom not just your lover." "Yes sir." I then slid my hand back down, grabbed a handful of her gorgeous arse and squeezed it hard. This made her rise up further on her toes and I gave a firm but playful swat on her ass. As we entered the dining room the waiter recognised me, I had spoken to him earlier regarding my table and tipped him heavily. He greeted us warmly and showed us to the table set in a corner, gave us the menus and retreated. There was a couple sitting at the next table who could hear what we were saying if we spoke at a level above a whisper. "Have you been a good girl?" "Yes sir," she whispered. "Describe what you have underneath," I told her. "I'm wearing a black...," she started to explain in a whisper. "Pardon, Kitten? I can't hear you. You'll have to talk louder, and I need details." I could see her squirming, her mind at war with itself. The thought of being heard embarrassed her, but the thought of the punishment she would incur if she disobeyed me made her need to obey. Her sub side won. "Well Sir, I am wearing a black corset with suspenders and quarter cups. So my nipples are exposed and rubbing on my blouse." As she started in a normal conversation voice, I saw the husband at the next table look up. His wife gave him a stern look, but I could tell she was listening too. "The suspenders are attached to the delightful lace topped stockings you left. They feel so sexy on my legs, and the feel of them when they rub against each other is delicious, Sir." "Anything else, Kitten?" "Well, I'm not wearing any panties as you didn't leave me any, Sir." "Good Girl. Anything else you want to tell me?" I queried. She blushed, knowing what she had to tell me and knowing she could be heard. "Um, well, I have the Butt plug in that you left." The husband's eyes widened at this and the wife sniffed in a sharp breath, although I had a feeling they may be doing some research on the internet later. Well, if I can help other people's sex lives get a little more exciting, then so much the better. "And how does that feel?" "It feels," she paused "Interesting Sir; it is a bit bigger than I am used to." "Just interesting? Describe it," I instructed, wanting to see how far I could push her boundaries. "Erm, well, its 5 inches long and 1 1/2 inch at its widest point narrowing to a 1/2 inch neck sir." "Did you have any trouble getting it in?" "It was a little uncomfortable getting it in and thank you for leaving some lube, but it feels quite good now." The husband's eyes were now on stalks and I nearly laughed out loud. My sub was now bright red and she needed some reassurance and a small reward for her efforts. "Good girl, I can see that was an effort for you to talk like that," I said as I reached across and stroked her arm. "Thank you sir, it was." "Shall we order now? But keep it light I have more plans for you tonight." "Yes, sir." We ordered and the waiter went away again. I slipped off my shoes and caressed her shapely calf with my bare foot. I know loafers with no socks, very 1980s Don Jonson, but I didn't want the hassle of trying to take socks off under the table. She looked up into my eyes, and as much as I would have loved to gaze into them, she was my sub. I gave her a stern look and raised my eyebrow. She got the message and looked down at the table top. I moved to the other calf and slid my foot slightly higher, but the skirt stopped me just below the knee. "Unzip the skirt to your knees," I told her. She complied. I continued caressing her calves then slipped my foot round the back of her knee and massaged there with my big toe. She moaned in delight, I raised my index finger and moved it back and forth. She got the message, no noise unless spoken to. I continued massaging the backs of her knees, watching her eyes filling with lust and arousal. I then slid my foot between her thighs with some difficulty, and rubbed the inch or so of inner thigh I could reach. The food arrived and the waiter left again. "Open you blouse a little." She undid the top two buttons of her blouse. "Another Button I think." Again, she complied. Now all the top of her ample cleavage was exposed, her nipples only just within the blouse. I called the waiter over to order another drink, which caused her to inhale sharply and her eyes to widen. The waiter came over looked at me, then at my sub and was transfixed by the ample bosom on display, so much so he had difficulty taking the order. "Another button before he comes back, and pull it open." "But sir," she stammered. I just looked at her and raised both eyebrows this time. "Yes sir." She undid the button and half heartedly pulled it open keeping her nipples covered. I reached across and pulled it wide open exposing both breasts and nipples, and to show my displeasure I pinched each one hard. She squeaked a little at the second pinch which earned her another pinch on each and a coughed rebuke. The waiter came back with our drinks and nearly spilled them all over us as his eyes found her hard nipples and stopped there. After he retreated I leant across and played with her nipples stroking them tenderly and running my fingernail over them and her large dark pink areola. Her breath shortened at this treatment. "Are you wet kitten?" "Soaking Sir." "Unzip your skirt." "How far?" Her dropping the honorific earned her a pinch of her left nipple, she looked puzzled like she couldn't understand why I had pinched her so I pinched her right nipple and kept pinching. "How far Sir?" she whimpered, suddenly realising what she had done. I stopped pinching and told her, "All the way." She reached down and pulled the zips all the way to the waist band. I slid my foot between her thighs and pushed higher. "Open wide Kitten." She spread her legs and I slid my foot higher. I reached the tops of her stockings and felt the dampness in them and the heat emanating from her pussy. I slid higher, across her slick, naked thighs and touched my toes to her mound. "You are very wet my pet. Have you been playing in your room?" "Oh no sir, you told me not to, and as much as I wanted to I knew you would know so I didn't. It's just being here with you and what you do to me gets me so excited and wet." I massaged her shaven mound for a moment then scrunched my toes pinching it between my toes and the ball of my foot, this earned me a little squeal which I let pass. Moving my toes down I reached the top of her slit, wriggling my big toe to slip in between her slick outer lips and touched her clit hood with it. Her gasp was music to my ears and I was hard. Working her clit with my big toe got her gasping and twitching in her seat. Sliding my toe a little lower I found the entrance to her soaked pussy and it slipped easily inside. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Now, now, my pet, remember where we are." "Sorry sir," she gasped out. "Now, slide in your chair so your bum is on the edge." She shuffled forward on her chair and I allowed my foot to be pushed back but kept my toe inside her pussy. Using my other foot I started tapping the base of the butt plug causing her to gasp with each contact. "Oh Sir, I'm so horny, please may I cum?" "No Kitten, it's not polite to cum at the dinner table." She whimpered at little at her disappointment. "It will be worth it when it happens, Kitten." "Yes sir," she panted. I could tell she was getting close. By now we had finished the main course and the waiter returned to clear away the plates, again unable to tear his eyes away from her tits which were jiggling as she squirmed on my big toe. Eventually he managed to gather the plates and took them away, wriggling and twisting my foot I managed to get my other toes between her lips and onto her clit. Try as she might she couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped her lips. "Now my pet, before he comes back, fold the top of the skirt back so he can see what I'm doing to you." "Yes Sir," she panted. Almost unable to speak, she folded back the dress to expose her pussy with my toes in it. The waiter returned to ask if we wanted sweets. He looked at my sub and his eyes nearly popped out as he took in her naked shaven pussy, soaking wet thighs and stockings, and my toes buried inside her. He looked at me in amazement. I just smiled back at him and said "No thank you, I have my pudding here, I'm going to eat that delicious looking pussy until she screams for mercy." The look of incredulity that crossed his face was a picture! He couldn't believe what I had just said. "Put the meal on my room bill please," I said, effectively dismissing him. He went away reluctantly, I'm sure he wanted to see more. "Cover yourself now my pet, but don't fasten anything," I told her, pulling my toes from her pussy. "Of course sir," she said. She pulled her skirt back over her legs and closed her blouse. Kitten pouted slightly at the removal of my toes. The waiter returned with the bill for me to sign and looked totally disappointed that my sub was now covered. "Too much of a good thing will spoil the pleasure," I said to him. We left the dining room and my sub started towards the stairs for the room. "Not yet kitten, I desire a night cap before we retire." We carried on through to the bar where we found a comfortable sofa. She sank into the sofa with a sigh. "Hard day my pet?" "Yes sir, you have had me so excited all day and I have only had 1 orgasm, on top of which I had to try and concentrate on the course and eat my dinner." "Are you complaining?" I queried with a stern voice. "Oh no sir, just explaining why it's been a hard day." "Not as hard as mine, I have been stiff as a rod watching you all day, and except for one or two minor infractions, you have pleased me greatly with your performance. I think some reward is in order." The smile that came across her face rivalled the sun for brightness. The waitress came over to take our drinks order. She was another curvy girl with startling ginger hair and deep green eyes. She wasn't as generously built as my pet but nice all the same. Her breasts looked to be more than a handful, even for my large hands, and as she walked away I couldn't help but admire her cute, ample butt. "Do you like her Kitten?" "She's very nice, Sir" "Would you like to play with her?" "Maybe at some point but not tonight. As it's our first night together I want you all to myself with no distractions for either of us, Sir." "Very well, but let us see if she has any interest. Open your blouse and let the top of your skirt fall between your legs, so it shows your stocking tops but not your pussy." She quickly rearranged her clothing as instructed, and we both watch for the reaction of the waitress as she came back with our drinks. As expected she was a little shocked at my subs sudden change of appearance but quickly got over that. She didn't know where to keep her eyes, either on my subs delicious breasts or on her wet thighs and stocking tops. With her eyes on my subs wet legs, she slowly licked her lips and her eyes filled with lust. Then her eyes travelled up my pet's body, across her breasts, up her neck where she noticed the collar, and then up to her downcast eyes. The waitress then looked at me realising the woman she was looking at was my sub and questioned me with her eyes. "We are here all week, I'm sure we can find a night to play, but not tonight," I told her. She was a little disappointed but understood and told me her name was Karen. We finished our drinks and I said, "Shall we take a walk in the gardens?" Taking my pet's hand and helping her from the sofa, we walked through the bar and out through the French windows, her skirt flapping and exposed breasts drawing more than few looks from the men in the bar. It was a warm summer's evening with a light breeze blowing. I stopped her about 50 yards from the back of the hotel, leant down and licked and sucked her nipples, adding a few nips for good measure. She shivered at this treatment, and as I lifted my head I gave each nipple a big wet lick. The breeze across them made her moan quietly and made them harder if that was possible. It also ruffled her skirt and I could tell it was hitting her wet thighs and pussy as she gasped. I moved behind her and put my arms round her, pulling her arms behind her, trapping them between our bodies. Then I grabbed her breasts hard, causing her to groan. "You can be as loud as you like now kitten, but there may be others in the garden," I said with a smirk. Tightening my grip I twisted her tits then mashed them against her chest. Still gripping them, I moved my hands away from her body pulling her tits out. I let my fingers slide across them towards the points of her nipples. As my fingers reached her nipples I tightened the grip of my fingers holding the weight of her breast and the tension I had created on just her nipples. She was panting by now, trying desperately not to cry out, so I twisted her nipples nearly 180 degrees. "Ahhhhhh" she cried out "Now how wet are you kitten?" "Oh sir, my juices have been running down my legs all night. I just can't help myself, I thought I got wet when we talked on the phone, but this is so much more." Releasing her right nipple I slid my hand under her skirt and true enough her stockings were soaked nearly to the knees. "Sir, I want to do something for you, my hands are in just the right place, please let me help you." "Very well Kitten, you may touch me." "Thank you sir," she said turning her hand to stroke my hard cock, slipping the other between my legs to gently massage my balls. "Mmmm very nice my pet, take it out." She unzipped my trousers and carefully removed my cock from my silk boxer shorts and started to stroke me again. "Oh sir, you feel marvellous, you are so hard." She slid her other hand inside my trousers and caressed my balls through the silk of my boxers. I slid my hand up and between her legs and found her hot wet pussy, I ran my fingers around the outside of her lips, squeezing hard as I got to her clit causing her to gasp. I did this several times before slipping my fingers between her lips. Working them over the nub of her clit caused her to gasp and her legs to twitch. Moving lower, I slid two fingers over her opening and one to nudge the butt plug. I continued back and forth teasing her. Every time my fingers passed over her opening she would bend her legs trying to get them inside her. A Week of Training Ch. 04 After the first real life day with my sub I was still on cloud 9. I positively bounced into the restaurant for breakfast; I would have another 4 days, at least, with Kitten. To say this was exciting for me would be an understatement. We had known each other for nearly 8 years. We first came into contact through work, she worked for a customer of my company and I worked on the support desk. She regularly contacted me for help on products and very soon we developed a friendship and occasionally things were flirty. We regularly spoke outside work as friends, but for a year or so that was all it was. After about a year things got a little more interesting as the flirting got more and more serious until we were chatting very sexually but it was of a 'vanilla' nature. I knew nothing of her sub side and I had no idea about my hidden Dom side. We chatted on cam a few times but there is only so much you can do on cam and with words on a screen. We tried on a couple of occasions to get together but it never happened, for one reason or another. Then Kitten got frustrated with the fact that our relationship was purely non physical, she was getting all excited from our chats and was never able to touch me or I her. She called a halt to our cyber chats but we continued as friends, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement. She then changed companies a couple of time and we lost touch. I then moved companies and lo and behold Kitten was working for a client company of my new company. We dropped into the friendly chat as though it had only been a weekend since we had chatted, not the 18 months it had actually been. We avoided the sexual chat for about 6 months, then the flirting started again but it was light-hearted. Then we started to discuss our sexual feelings and Kitten revealed her sub side. In the process of discussing the whole D/s relationship my Dom side started to surface. I started to give her instructions and tasks. Just silly things to start with, like spend the day commando under trousers and that sort of thing. She really enjoyed this and to my initial surprise so did I. I started to research the D/s relationship more seriously and discovered a whole new world. A world I liked, not the darker relationships with extreme canings etc but the controlling, caring side of things. I started to get more daring in my tasks for her, for example, getting her to wear short skirts and no underwear, getting her to drive topless, to spend the day with a butt plug in etc. When she disobeyed I would make her punish herself, sometimes it was physical, like pinching her nipples or spanking herself, sometimes it was mental, making her do something that was outside of her comfort zone, for example making an audio file for me, of her orgasming. Sometimes it was both, for example making an audio file of her spanking herself. But she thrived on this, she loved the fact that I was in control, and I thrived too. I grew into my Dom role, and I cared for her greatly, I would never do anything that put her at risk, simply pushed her boundaries. The only thing missing was the physical side of our relationship. I missed the fact that I couldn't touch her, discipline her myself, then soothe the pain and caress her. This situation continued for some time, with both of us growing within our respective roles, but all the time the frustration was growing, on both side, at the lack of physical contact. Unfortunately it was not possible for us to get together for various reasons within our personal and private lives. It was getting towards the point where we were about to step back and go back to being friends, when this training course came up. Of course we both leapt at the opportunity. The following morning I didn't see my sub at breakfast, but the redhead waitress from the night before was there. She looked at me and smiled then looked around for my sub, then looked back at me with questioning eyes. I shook my head and gave her a masterful look she looked down and asked "would you like tea or coffee, sir?" "Coffee please, Karen," and she poured me a cup. "Did you enjoy our gardens last night sir?" she enquired still not looking at me. I knew she was fishing and that she had heard my sub last night. "Very much so, thank you Karen, that's all I need for now I will beckon you if I need anything," Phrasing it deliberately to suggest I was her Dom. "Yes sir, I will be waiting to serve you," she said, suggesting she was in fact a sub despite her actions last night toward my sub. Arriving at the lecture theatre shortly before it began, I got myself a coffee and mingled. I found my sub and whispered to her "take a seat in the front row and wait for instruction." "Yes sir," came a slightly nervous reply I knew why she was feeling nervous, the outfit I had given her to wear today was quite revealing. She had on a red chiffon blouse over a black silk vest top and black lace bra, a black skirt suit with a mid thigh length skirt, red patterned hold up stockings and red patent leather 6 inch heels and the collar. "You haven't added to your outfit at all have you?" "No sir, but I'm a little uncomfortable, people will see my tattoos and my, um, curves." "Yes kitten, they will and so will I, and I do so love your curves, and the fact you wear your art rather than hang it on a wall where only you can see it. You should show it off more." "Thank you sir," she said blushing slightly at the compliment "Yes Sir, I will," understanding the implied command When we were asked to take our seats I took one directly behind my sub. I wanted to be able to whisper instructions to her and watch the reaction of the lecturer. This guy was so boring he could put insomniacs to sleep, and I wanted to spice up his lecture. "I will give you instructions during the day I don't want you to reply just carry them out immediately," I told her. As the morning began I put my plan into action. "Cross your legs slowly when he is looking your way." Sure enough as the lecturer looked our way I heard the rustle of stocking clad legs against each other. His reaction was comical, it was like the cartoon double take. The skirt wasn't short enough to show the stocking tops but did show a good portion of thigh. I waited 20 minutes to let him calm down then instructed "uncross your legs and open them slightly." She complied and he noticed. His eye kept flicking back to the expanse of thigh showing, it was pitiful. He obviously wasn't getting a lot at home so was taking his kicks where he could. This guy was a total letch and I was going to play him mercilessly while showing the control over my sub. 20 minutes later I leant forward again "hike your skirt up a little, just enough to show you're stocking tops." She wriggled in her seat as she lifted her skirt. This time, when he noticed he lost the thread of what he was saying and just looked at her for 10 seconds. I could hear my sub breathing quickly now, either from embarrassment or excitement or maybe a bit of both. I was getting aroused too, my control was total, and his discomfort amused me. I left her like that until coffee break. At the break, I sent her to the ladies to remove the vest top. "But sir people will see my bra through this top, and my back piece," she stammered out "Yes kitten they will, and I hope they enjoy the view half as much as I do. However, if they don't it's not a problem, this isn't about them, this is about you and me. Are you saying you won't do it?" "No sir," she replied quickly "just making an observation," and she rushed off to the ladies. I admired the view as she came back with the patterned lace visible through the chiffon blouse; I also noticed 1 or 2 of the other men on the course were looking as well. I loved their reaction and knowing she was mine, filled me with pride. A thought crossed my mind and I looked around for the failing salesman from last night. I saw him by the girl serving coffee obviously flirting with her. When he saw my sub coming back from the ladies he couldn't help but stare. Then he remembered the conversation I had with him last night and looked around saw me and quickly looked away then moved away from the serving girl and hid himself in the middle of his group of mates. I couldn't resist a smirk to myself. As we filed back in to the lecture the lecturer kept his eyes down seemingly going over his notes for the next session and getting his power point sorted. We all took our seats and he looked up, saw my sub, that was it, he was transfixed. For a full minute there was silence as he stared and we all waited for him to start, then someone coughed which snapped him back to reality. Spluttering and stammering his way through his carefully prepared opening, he resumed the course. 10 minutes into the session I whispered "stretch your arms like you have a stiff back." She stretched her arms and arched her back her breasts pushing at her shirt. Poor guy lost his train of thought again, as did a couple of the guys at the far right of the 220 degree arc of the theatre, as they saw what was happening. "Hike your skirt up again, there are a couple of other people watching and they missed it this morning," Again she wriggled as she hitched up her skirt to her stocking tops. "Cross your legs slowly." She complied, flashing some naked thigh above the stocking tops and I could see guys at both ends of the arc now noticing and paying more attention to my sub than the lecture, and I loved it. "You are starting to get a crowd of admirers now," I told her deliberately pushing her comfort zone. I left her twitching in her seat for 10 minutes. "Uncross and open your legs." She did but I wasn't satisfied. "6 inches," I told her. With her knees 6 inches apart they could see bare thigh above the stockings, then the skirt created a dark shadow so they weren't able to see her pussy, but they were nudging their neighbours to tell them about something infinitely more interesting than the course. "Undo 2 buttons on your blouse." She complied, exposing a very generous amount of her cleavage. The lecturer now was trying to avoid looking, and to keep his mind on the course. He was managing fairly well, but at least a dozen of the attendees no longer had any interest in the course. "Undo another button and slip your hand inside." She inhaled deeply, stiffened slightly and didn't move. "Are you refusing to carry out an instruction?" I asked in a menacing voice. She shook her head and slipped her hand inside her blouse. "Stroke your breast, then remove your hand." She stroked her hand over breast causing her to gasp quietly then took her hand out and put it back on the desk. The whole course had pause for the 10 seconds that took. I was loving it, the control I had over both my sub and the course. I was also extremely turned on by this, but also filled with pride. Kitten was doing everything I asked, pretty much when I asked. I let the rest of the morning session carry on undisturbed. At lunch we sat together "Did you enjoy that kitten." "Mostly sir, I wasn't sure about stroking myself." "I know, but you had better steel yourself as this afternoon will have you doing lots of naughty things in front of the course. Fortunately for you it is the breakout sessions so the group will be smaller, much more intimate. It's a good thing I know the subject, as I don't think there will be much on topic discussion in our group." When we had finished eating I told her "go to the ladies and remove your bra." "I can't sir they will see my breasts and my nipples." "That's 6" I said telling her she was going to get 6 strokes of punishment. "But sir, they are just for you." "That's 12; they are mine to do with as I please. If I want to show them to the world I will. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir!" she replied with attitude "That's 20, loose the attitude," I replied in an extremely stern voice "But that was a jump of 10, you were going up in sixes," she spat back petulantly "I'm well aware of that, my maths is quiet good. I felt you needed a lesson in who is in control here and who is the sub." I growled at her "that's now 40, care to add some more?" Her eyes grew wide as saucers and nearly bugged out of her head as she realised she had pushed me too far this time. Tonight's punishment was going to hurt, the only thing she could hope was that she didn't add any more, and by being good for the rest of the afternoon she might be able to mitigate it a little. "No sir," came the cowed reply "Shame, I was hoping you would make it a nice round 50, but then we have the afternoon for you to rack up further misdemeanours and disobedience. Now go and take your bra off." "Yes sir, and I'll be good I won't need any further punishment," she replied almost pleadingly "We will see," I replied to her departing back and she rushed off to the ladies to carry out my instructions. As she came back into the canteen her tits could be easily seen, swaying delightfully under her blouse. Her sexy hard nipples and dark pink areola were clearly visible through the thin material. She was blushing profusely at this exposure but was pleased at the smile on my face, I was beaming at her, both in pride and pleasure but also to give her some reassurance. I was pleasantly surprised she had gone through with it, I thought she would lose her nerve in the ladies and this afternoons training was going to be very boring with only the thought of tonight's punishment to get me through it. She made her way back to our table and sat down. "Good girl, that wasn't so hard, was it?" "Yes sir, for me it was. I nearly didn't go through with it. It was only the thought that you might dismiss me as your sub that helped me go through with it." "Oh kitten, I wouldn't have dismissed you for that." I said gently caressing her hair, suddenly aware of how much she meant to me. "I would have been greatly displeased and would have had to punish you severely. Please understand that I know what you need, I have come to know you very well over the years we have been together, if only in spirit and by electronic communication." "Oh sir, I do believe you know me but I'm very shy really." "I know kitten and that is why we need to push your boundaries. Now, the course is about to resume, let us take our seats and see how far we can really push them." We went back in sat back to our seats; I looked across and could see a commotion happening on both ends of the arc as the guys who were sat further back wanted a better seat. The lecturer came in and everyone went back to their original seats, the guys at the back doing so reluctantly. I waited 10 minutes, letting everyone look at my sub and admire her tits, allowing them to think that was the sum total of the excitement. "Hike your skirt up again, higher this time just keep your pussy covered for now." Again the wriggling and pulling drew attention towards her several of the guys actually leaning forward but still they were denied a view of her pussy. "Now wait until the lecturer is looking then do a Sharon Stone leg cross." His eyes were drawn down to her plump thighs as the stockings whispered against each other and his eyes widened as he realised he could see her shaven mound and the top of her pussy and then the other leg came over blocking his view. He totally lost his concetration at that point and took several minutes to get himself back on track. Getting his thoughts back together, he quickly arranged the breakout groups, and assigned the different groups to rooms, before dashing out of the room, his erection clearly noticeable. I suspect he was going to the gents for some relief. The guys and lady that were allocated to our room were all smiling to themselves. I was a little surprised the woman was smiling, I expected her to be scowling in disapproval of Kitten's antics so far. The fact she was smiling made me more horny, if that was possible. There were definite prospects here, as the smile hinted at the fact she was either bi or lesbian. We went to our breakout room and sat down with me sitting next to my sub, and I let the discussion of the topic begin. The group was very good and we quickly had several excellent points to bring to the main discussion when we all got back together. I whispered to my sub, "undo your blouse." "All the way sir?" she asked "Yes." She slowly undid the buttons on her blouse slowly hoping no one would notice until she had done. Several of the men noticed but didn't want her to stop so were watching out the corner of their eye. The other woman in the group wasn't so subtle and just watched. My sub saw this and blushed, which earned her a smile from the woman. "Open it." She pulled the 2 halves of the front of her blouse apart exposing her generous tits, all pretence of discussion abandoned now they guys were also staring openly at her. "You can look but don't touch," I told them. "This," I said pointing at her collar "means she is mine, anyone tries to touch and it stops immediately. Is that understood?" they all nodded in agreement. It was so amusing, there were like a pack of nodding dogs, but I was pleased they all wanted more of Kitten but understood and accepted that I was in control, the Alpha male "OK kitten stand up and move into the middle of the circle." She walked into the centre of the circle of chairs and turned to face me with pleading eyes "Take you blouse off slowly." She slipped it off her shoulders and held it against her body doing a little strip tease gradually easing it down her body then letting it fall to the floor. The woman, who looked to be mid 20s, scooped it up held it to her nose and inhaled my subs scent then dropped it back on the floor. I took a good look at her, she was short and very slim, almost no breasts, an athlete's physique with strong looking calves under her knee length skirt. She had dirty blonde hair cut in a bob and blue eyes. Her arms were like sticks with delicate looking hands. My sub stood there trying to cover hers breast with her arms "Don't be shy kitten, they have already seen them." She put her arms down and stood there "Now hitch your skirt up." She started to pull it up "Slowly and dance" I added She started moving, dancing to a tune in her head, gradually easing her skirt higher and higher, showing her damp stocking tops and glistening thighs, she was clearly aroused. She paused just as it reached the level of her pussy "Keep going," I told her and she hitched it higher, exposing the fact she wasn't wearing any panties, her wet lips, shaven mound and ample curvy ass on full view. I wanted to take her there and then but this wasn't just about sex this was about control and protection. If anyone tried to touch they would feel the full power of my wrath. I let her dance for a couple of minutes with her skirt up while I moved a couple of chairs out of the way and dragged a table into the gap. "I think you may as well take it off now." She pushed the skirt back down, but only long enough to undo it, and then slid it down her legs. "Come here, sit on the table." She did so perching on the edge. "Play with your breasts, caress them for us." She lifted both hands to her tits massaging them, stroking them, squeezing them gently. "No need to keep too quiet now we are all friends here, but we don't want to disturb the other groups, so not too loud," I told her and she started to groan quietly "Pinch your nipples." she did so gasping gently as she pinched each. "Pinch them properly," I said. Reaching over I pinched them hard causing her to cry out. "Now you do it," and she reached up again pinch her own nipples hard causing them to go white between her fingers biting her lip and moaning. I was rock hard in my trousers.