6 comments/ 25866 views/ 18 favorites Training a Sub By: johm55 Note: This complete story is fiction and there is no intention to identify anybody, place or activity in any way, shape or form. The first part is my original story 'finding a sub' with minor revisions. The second part is darker than the first part. Remember this is still complete fiction and is not intended as a training manual nor acceptable behaviour. Part one - Finding a sub I saw her at a rather boring party hosted by a friend of a friend. She was a brunette of middle height. Judging by her dress, her body was firm with reasonable breasts. I first noticed her hair which although up was obviously more than shoulder length and shone with health. She appeared to be alone so I went over and starting talking to her, quickly establishing that she was acquainted with our host and had been asked at the last minute. She was also bored, not knowing anybody else. As we talked, I noticed that she constantly implied fault in herself. When she dropped a crisp, she apologised for being clumsy, as she did when she split some wine. I gradually came to the conclusion that she was an unconscious submissive. I was attracted to her anyway, so I decided to test my theory. When we finished our drinks, I told she to get refills, asking for a whisky for myself and herself a white wine (until then she had been drinking weak vodka and tonic). She went off to get them without any protest. Good. When she returned with the suggested drinks, she offered mine with a slight dip, saying "your drink, as ordered." As she took a sip from her drink, I spoke "I did not say you could drink." She looked up quickly and stepped back, then came forward and lowered her drink, looking at me with a questioning expression. "You may drink." I said, after sipping my drink. She took a small drink, hesitantly. She stood for a moment and then started to speak "er.." "Be silent for the moment, I wish to look." I said in a quiet but firm voice. She heard me but no one else did. I did not want any interruptions at this point. Stepping to one side nearer the window, and moving away from the others, I indicated with my head that she should follow. She did, after a small hesitation. " I believe that we may be suited." I put my glass down. "Come with me and have lunch. We can talk in peace then." I moved towards the hallway. As I passed her, I put my hand on her arm and turned her towards the door. "Did you bring a coat?" I inquired as we reached the hallway. "No." "Let's go then." I propelled her through the front doorway and called farewell to my friend who was standing in the hallway chatting to a guest. To avoid being blocked in the driveway, I had parked my car on the street. I opened the passenger door, ushered her in and walked around to the driving door. As we drove off, she wriggled and said "where are you taking me?" "To a small restaurant I know, where we won't be disturbed. But first I need to buy something." "What?" "You will see. Now be quiet please, while I drive." I was very pleased with her reaction so far. She was responding like a genuine submissive. I had not given any really forceful orders yet, nor any which could provoke a strong reaction but she had unconsciously obeyed without any hesitation. Any non-submissive would have refused to follow me out or, at least, argued before agreeing. The week-end could be very promising and it was still only early Friday afternoon. We pulled into the local shopping centre car park and I led the way to the pet shop. It was a large store and I had difficulty at first identifying the shelves I wanted. I then saw the display of dog collars and leads and led her over to them. Without any explanation, I started to examine the collars. "Do you like black or brown leather? Or perhaps a metal one?" Without thinking, she said "black is my favourite". "Black it is then but I think a wide one, at least two inches, with plenty of studs." I rooted through them and pulled one out. "This looks just right and it should be long enough, it's fourteen inches long. Perhaps a matching lead?" I found one. I also picked up four puppy collars in the same style and two choke chains, then went to the engraving machine and engraved a tag with 'please ring my owner at', my telephone number. And went to the cash desk, saying "I'll just pay for these and then we'll eat." As we returned to the car, she spoke "why the collar?" "We do need to talk about ground rules soon but not for the moment. I would have thought the collar was obvious. Every pet needs a symbol of ownership." "I'm not sure I understand. Do you have a dog?" "No. But I believe I'm about to acquire a pet, don't you?" She walked silent for a moment and then said "You don't mean. . .?" "do I?" She stopped and turned to me. "I think you do." "Perhaps, under the circumstances, we should go straight to my house. We can get to understand what has happened then." We returned to the car and I drove home, neither of us wanting to speak. On arrival, I drove right into the garage and climbed out. I walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. "If you go straight through that door and turn right, the bathroom faces you. I'll follow in a moment after I lock the garage." She got out without a word and went into the house. I locked the garage door, secured the car and then went into the house. I entered the lounge and pouring myself a drink, waited for her. I don't know what she was doing but it was about twenty minutes before I heard her coming out of the bathroom. "In here!" I called. "Would you like a drink?" "Please." she said as she entered, stopping just inside the door. I poured a white wine pointedly without asking her preference. I walked over to her, handed her the drink and then said, casually, "drink up, while I talk." I moved across the room and sat down. "Do you know what a sub is?" I asked. She stood and thought for a moment. "I believe I do." She said slowly. "Very well, tell me what you think it is. Let's see if we agree." "I think sub is short for submissive, a person who wishes to be controlled, ordered about and dominated, both physically and perhaps sexually, even being punished if they do something the other person doesn't want them to." She stopped and looked straight at me. "Very simply and precisely put, my dear." I sipped the drink and then continued "I believe you are a submissive, looking for a master. I need a sub and like the look of you. Obviously you are completely untrained but I am prepared to undertake this, assuming we agree terms." As she opened her mouth to reply, I held up my hand and continued "Don't speak without permission. That's the first rule. Secondly obey without hesitation or be punished. You will be allowed a safe word, that is a word to speak, or action to make if you are unable to speak, which will stop any activity immediately, if you feel you have reached your limit. If you use it improperly you will either be punished severely and/or dismissed. As you may have realised, the collar is for you, the tag showing my ownership. I suggest that we set a limit for the first time, either tonight or this week end, depending upon your circumstances. Do you live alone?" "Yes. I have a small flat." "If we suit, you will move in here. Is that a problem?" "no." "What about friends? family?" "No living family other than distant cousins. Work mates, no real friends, too shy, I think." "Probably your submissive nature. Difficult to get close on level terms. Are you free for the weekend or would you prefer to try just the evening?" She thought for a minute "could we compromise? Try this evening and let me decide about the rest of the weekend then?" "Suits me. Shall we say until midnight at the latest? If you wish to stop then, I'll run you home or you can sleep in the guest room and we'll decide on the next occasion at breakfast otherwise we can carry straight on. Happy about that?" "Yes. How do we start?" "Finish your drink first. No hurry." We chatted, while we finished the drinks. I don't like heavy use of alcohol in scenes. It's too easy to go too far when your senses are dulled. Anyway, with a good sub, who needs alcohol? When we finished, I stood up. "Go back to the bathroom and have a shower. Put a bathrobe on only, barefoot, and return here. When you do return, stand in the middle of the room and wait for me. Meanwhile I'll have a shower myself but upstairs." I then went up to my bedroom and showered. I deliberately spent a long time. I needed her to have finished and be waiting. Finally, I returned to the lounge and stood in the doorway looking. She was standing in the centre of the room as ordered, wearing a bathrobe several sizes too large. Her hair was still up. "Let the hair down. I don't like it up." She released her hair which fell below her shoulders, nearly to her waist. "Good, that's better." I undid the tie of her bathrobe, slipped the robe down her shoulders, removed and threw it onto a chair. "Stand still while I examine you." I walked slowly around her, she started to turn with me. "I didn't say you could move." She stopped and I completed my circular walk. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling it gently back over her shoulders. "A pony tail, at first, I think." My hand slid down to her nose, I took her septum between my fingers and squeezed. "Ah, solid." I opened her mouth, pulling the lips back to expose her teeth. "Good sound teeth." She started to shift a little as my hand slid over her breast, not resisting but uncomfortable with my action. After kneading the breast and 'weighing' it, "Firm breasts, no droop." I gripped a nipple and squeezed, gently at first then firmly. She started to gasp but stopped and held steady. "Nice nipples, we may pierce them, if you suit. They would carry bells very well, I think." After feeling her stomach and hips, my hands moved down her thighs towards her knees. "Lift the left." I said as I pulled on her leg. She lifted it and I slid my hand down it to the foot. I held it at a convenient height, for me, and fondled the toes. "The right." I released her left foot and checked the right. "Sound feet, your mother looked after them." So far there had been no real reaction to my examination. "Place your legs apart, about eighteen inches or so, standing straight and still. Hands by your sides." She shifted her position. "You'll need to have this mat shaved." I placed my hands on the top of her thighs and slid them between her legs. She stiffened and then relaxed. Good. My hand slid upwards onto her mons and I pushed my forefinger between the labia and into her vagina. She was wet, not a lot but enough to show her reaction. Rubbing gently on the walls of the vagina, I moved my fingers onto her clitoris and started a circular motion. Almost immediately she moved in rhythm and she began to pant. I could feel her breath on my neck. "Head up straight, don't move unless I tell you to." She stood still as I pulled my fingers out of her vagina and placed them in her mouth. "Lick them clean." Without any hesitation, she tongued my fingers clean. When she finished, I stepped back. "I am pleased so far. I'll fit your collar and then we will discuss what is to happen tonight. Stay." I turned and left to fetch the collar and lead. When I returned, I noticed she hadn't moved at all. Good. Holding up the collar, I said "Come here and be collared. You'll wear this when we are together. If I decide to keep you, then I'll get a metal one made and you will wear it all the time." Once the collar was fitted, I clipped the lead onto it and stepped back to admire my prize. Untrained as she was, she had behaved very well. "Follow me and try to keep the lead slack." I turned and walked slowly around the room holding the lead. At first it kept tightening as she tried to work out my pace. After several circuits she was managing to walk behind me without the lead tightening. "Halt. That'll do for the moment. Now stand there while I fetch some treats for my pet." I left for the kitchen after unclipping the lead and placing it on a coffee table. I returned after a few minutes carrying a small box and a dish with some pieces of fruit and some chocolate. Putting the box down on the coffee table, I walked across to her and picking up a slice of orange, I placed it in her mouth. "a little treat for you before we start on your training." I went to the box and took out two of the puppy collars, a choke chain and two small brass padlocks. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." I ordered. Once she'd done this, I padlocked the choke chain to her collar, fastened a puppy collar on each wrist as a cuff and padlocked both wrists and the other end of the chain together. The short choke chain lifted her hands to waist level and clear of her buttocks. She pulled at the now locked hand-cuff, testing the result. "Don't fight it. Relax. If you try to pull on it you will hurt your throat. It is only to show my control." I picked up a piece of chocolate, placed it in her mouth and patted her shoulder. "I wouldn't hurt my new pet, not at this stage. Perhaps it's time I gave you your safeword? Use the word 'firewall' as the safeword. It's not a word you would use in this context, I think. If later, you can't speak, hum the phrase 'a little bit of bread and no cheese' or 'shave and a haircut, two bits' as the Americans would say. I won't be pedantic about your rendition. I'll stop immediately and ask if you really used the safeword. If so I would then find out if you meant to stop the current action or that you wanted to finish completely. If so you would be my guest until I could take you to a suitable address. Is that understood? After all, I want a happy, willing submissive, not a kidnapped slave." I deliberately caressed her buttock then slid my hand between her legs searching for her vagina. I was doing this slowly and carefully to ensure that she knew I was 'taking advantage' and giving her plenty of opportunity to halt me. In fact, all she did was to open her legs a little to ease my access. Putting my fingers in her mouth, I let her suck them clean as I continued. "One thing to remember about a submissive, they get plenty of sexual activity, even if they're not always allowed to climax. Time I gave you some rules. Rule one: You call me 'master'. Rule two: Speak only when asked a question. The only things you can normally say without being asked is 'Yes, Master', 'permission to speak' and 'please may I cum'. Rule three, obey all my orders immediately and without question. Finally, rule four, you cannot do anything without my consent, eating, drinking, not even leaving the room but especially having an orgasm." I wagged my finger as I said that but continued. "If I take you on you will be asked to sign a contract covering our relationship. Briefly summarised it will mean I own you body and soul. As I own you I get to name you as well. For the moment, I'll call you Blossom. Remember to respond to it." As I spoke, I fed her another piece of fruit. This made it easier for her not to speak. I turned back to the box, getting the rest of the little collars and the second choke chain. I fastened these to her ankles as a hobble, padlocking the choke chain between the cuffs. This restricted her walking to paces of about fifteen inches. I also warned her. "Remember, no talking. If you do, I'll gag you after I've punished you. I expect perfection, anything less is punished." Part two - Training a sub "To begin with, Blossom, I need to teach you some basic positions. But before that I think you should walk around the room a few times to get used to your uniform." She looked puzzled at this. "The cuffs and chains. You will be wearing these or similar items most of the time. Freedom is a privilege, not a right. Walk around until I tell you to stop." She hesitated then started to move. At first she was constantly jerking the hobble as she tried to stride too much, but she gradually adapted and after several circuits was walking steadily without snapping the hobble tight. "That's fine. You're pacing nicely but we need to work on your stance now." I encouraged her. "Lift your head, shoulders back, back straight. You're showing off your master's property, so don't slouch, be proud. As you push your shoulders back, it should perk up your breasts, make them more prominent, push them forward." As I said this, she was adjusting her posture accordingly. "That's better. Make me proud. That's right." As I said all this, she responded. Already she was conceding to me the right to tell her how to behave. What's more she was actively displaying herself as ordered. After a few more circuits, when she was furthest away from me. I told her to stop. She stopped and then looked at me. "Don't look at me. When told to stop, you do just that. You stop and don't move, just await further instructions. We'll try again, walk on." She started walking again. Again I adjusted her posture until she was moving correctly. "that's how I want you to walk. Please remember it. Make me proud to have you. Now let's try the stop again. Remember to stand stationary and not look about. Ready, stop." This time she stopped and stood rigid, without moving. I complimented her. "That's much better." I crossed to her and stood in front. "When you stop moving, for whatever reason, you must take up the position 'stand'. You're not far off it. Shoulders back, breasts pushed forward. Head up straight, eyes looking straight ahead and slightly down. Don't look at people eye to eye. Remember your status, you must be subservient. Your legs to be apart, about ten or twelve inches. Bum tucked in, pushing your mons out. Mouth slightly open. That's right. Now always hold this position when stationary. Don't move or look around without permission. If I tell you to relax, then you may look about and change your posture." Going back across the room, I turned and looked. Raw as she was, she looked magnificent. I continued. "The next is the 'approach or here', we'll use that phrasing as 'come' may be confused. This is simple and obvious. You walk, correctly, towards me and stop about three feet in front. Take up the 'stand' and stay still, waiting for the next command. Let's try it. 'Approach!'" She turned towards me and walked across the room. When she stopped in front of me, I said. "Not bad but you forgot to walk properly. Now go back to where you were and we'll try again. Go on, back over there. And remember to walk properly and take the stand when you get there. Go!" She crossed back to the other side, took up a creditable 'stand' and waited. I called again. "Approach." This time she walked properly and took up the 'stand' just in front of me. I stepped forward and hugged her. "That was excellent. We'll have a quick break. You're doing well. Come on." I led the way back to the coffee table and I sat down in the chair next to it. Motioning to her, I said, "Kneel at my side and rest." She awkwardly struggled down to a kneeling position and shuffled to get comfortable. "I'll tell you how to kneel properly later but you are doing very well. Excellent progress. Blossom, I'm proud of you." As I was saying this I was caressing her body, tweaking her nipples and stroking her face. I then got some more chocolate and fed it to her, all the while complimenting her on the results so far. I then said. "I don't know about you but I need a cup of tea and a bite to eat. You're alright, I've been stuffing you with chocolate and fruit but I've not had a bite since the party, and the nibbles there weren't too great." As she started to speak, I put my finger to her lips and shook my head. "That wasn't a question. Just a comment." I then led the way to the kitchen. I told her to stand by the table while I checked the fridge contents for ideas. There wasn't much there but I settled for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I made a small pot of tea, grilled the bacon and toasted some bread. I prefer toasted bread with bacon sandwiches as it cuts the greasy feel. While doing the sandwich for myself, I cut up some bacon and cheese into a shallow bowl then made some toast soldiers for Blossom. Training a Sub Once all were done, I placed the bowl on the table and ordered Blossom to eat it. She partially turned and tried to pull her hands around, obviously signally that she wanted releasing. I shook my head and told her to bend over and just eat, no hands needed. She looked at me oddly, then slowly bent down to the bowl and started to eat. Her hair fell forward into the bowl. I told her to approach, dug out a thin cord from a kitchen drawer and tied her hair into a rough pony tail. "Now try and eat without wiping your food with your hair." I said as I sat down to eat my sandwich and watch Blossom struggle with her food. Once I'd established that she had to eat straight from the bowl, I also fed her the toast soldiers at intervals. Each time she took one with her lips from my hand, I'd make a point of stroking her cheek and telling her what a good little pet she was. When she had finished the food, I poured some tea into the bowl and told her to lap it up, which she did with difficulty. Again I praised her, patting and stroking her handy rear as emphasis. Feeling more myself after the snack, I took her back into the lounge for further training. We quickly reviewed the commands so far; walking, stopping, the stand and approach; reminding her about her stance when walking or standing. Once this was done I instructed her in the 'kneel'. This was relatively simple. She had to kneel down, head straight, shoulders back, every point of the stand but when kneeling. I also insisted on her knees being about a foot apart and the ankles the same. Because of this gap and her thrusting her bum in, her mons was clearly visible. I still didn't like the mat of hair she carried there and decided to do something about it. I told her to 'stand' then went to the bathroom, obtained soap, water, scissors and my shaving gear. I then returned. To make it easier for me I helped her stand on a dining chair. This placed her mat at a comfortable height for me. I first trimmed it using the scissors before soaping the remains until it was ready for my razor. Taking my time and using one hand to 'stretch' her skin, I carefully shaved her mons clear of pubic hair except for a small triangle which I left short cropped and pointing the way in! Surprisingly she made no objection but just stood still and let me do it. I was very pleased with her attitude and when she was shaved, I rinsed it then leaned forward and kissed her mons and congratulate her on a nice clean opening. As I did so, I felt her gently pushing herself into my face. This I liked and responded by using my tongue to explore her cunt. As I pushed in, I had to use my hands to hold her buttocks steady while I took my pleasure. As I worked on her, I searched for and found her clit which I licked and sucked as it became exposed. All the time her cunt became wetter as she reacted to my tongue. I could hear her panting and felt her quivering. As this was the first overt sexual advance from me, I decided not to make it difficult for her and moving back, I said "you may come." I then resumed my activity. She started to move and thrust at me as she became more inflamed before she finally groaned and came, wetting my face with her fluids. I stood up, lifted her down off the chair and told her to lick my face clean. She looked at me and then leaned forward and started to lick my face clean. As she did so, she worked more and more intently, almost coming again from it. After she'd settled down, I told her to kneel. She was clumsy in the rise and lower but that would come with practice, once she was used to moving with the hobble. I then took her through all the commands so far. She walked around the room in a circle responding to my commands as she did so. She appeared to have a reasonable grasp and was reliable in her stance so I called time on her training and took her back into the kitchen. I unlocked her wrist cuffs and removed the hobble and neck chains but left all the leather cuffs on her. As far as I was concerned they would only come off when she had a shower. Inviting her to sit down at the table, I offered a glass of wine, red as I had no more white. She accepted and I opened a bottle and poured two glasses out. Sitting down opposite her, I said. "You've had a taste of being a submissive, what do you think?" "It appears to be harder than I thought. All these special postures. I didn't think it would be so complicated." "Don't worry. They are hard at first but you'll quickly get used to them. The main point of all this is control. A submissive does what her master says. The more different it is to her normal actions, the more obvious it is that he is in control. Once you've got the positions, we can get to the interesting bits, when I play your body for our mutual pleasure. Remember, as your owner, I call the shots. Once you've got that, the rest is easy, you just obey and you get satisfaction in obeying. We've finished for the present, do you want more wine?" Finishing her glass, she said. "Yes, please, master." "As I said already that we have finished for tonight so you don't need to address me formally. However, once the probation period is over and I accept you formally, you will be my submissive 24/7. You do understand that don't you?" "Yes, I do understand. Perhaps it would be simpler if I continued to address you as 'master'?" "That would be fine by me. When we are out in public, just use 'sir'. Although we've finished the scene, I do intend to take you in my bed later. Do I understand from your talk that you are happy to continue and don't wish to end our acquaintance?" "Yes, I'm happy to stay for the complete trial week-end." "Excellent. For the moment then, we'll treat now as a breather, a sort of date, if you like. Tell me more about yourself. Mind you, date or not, you stay collared and naked." We then spend the next hour or so talking. She told me about herself, lonely, timid, looking for 'the one'. I took the opportunity of explaining more about the relationship between Dom and sub. With especial emphasis on the Dom's control. I explained that to all intents and purposes, the Dom owned the sub, as a piece of property to do with as they will. You don't ask a radio if you can switch it on, you just do it. If you get fed up with a radio you give it away, sell or just discard it. The same happens to the sub. Unlike a radio, a sub can be used for lots of things, an unpaid servant, pain slut, sex toy, ornament, piece of furniture, cart pony or a pet, used as you would a dog or any animal. The sub may be cared for, caressed, pampered, even loved; or the opposite side of the coin, bound, punished, lent out, exhibited, even tortured. Everything depends on the Dom's whim. Normally the Dom and sub set the limits together but there are subs who just surrender everything, including her limits to her Dom. As I talked, I noticed she was wriggling a little and seemed uncomfortable in her seat. Getting up to get more wine, I took the opportunity of looking at her crutch. It was glistening with her juices. My talk was turning her on! I decided to see for sure. In a break in conversation, I said, casually, "Come around here and stand next to me." With very little hesitation she got up and came to stand by me. I lifted my hand, slid it between her legs and pushed my finger into her cunt. She gasped a little but stayed in her 'stand'. I was right, she was dripping. I worked two then three fingers inside her, all with no resistance from her. Rubbing the insides of her labias started her panting. I moved a finger over her clit, rubbing the top and then gently pinching and teasing it. By this time she was moving slowly with me. I pulled my fingers out and stood up. I put my wet fingers to her mouth, telling her to clean them. As she licked them clean, I spoke. "It's time to teach you another position. Step back and face me." I turned towards her as she backed away a little before turning to face me. "That's right, we start from the 'stand'. Now turn away from me and bend over until your back is level. As your hands are free, support yourself with your hands on your knees." She got into position. "That's about right, we call that 'present', now hold that position as I enter you." She managed to smother a gasp at my words but held her stance. I unzipped and pulled out a rapidly stiffening cock. Stepping in close, I pushed my hand between her legs, making sure I had room for my entry into her dripping cunt. Once inside, I gripped her hips and started to thrust. She swayed a little but held firm when I growled, "Keep still, you can respond with your cunt but not your body." At this she began to clench her muscles to squeeze me as I pushed in and relaxed a little on the return. All too soon I ejaculated. Judging that she was almost there as well, I said. "Come now. Come for your master, there's a pretty pet." She came, explosively and with a considerable amount of spraying. She was certainly ready for sex. I continue to move in and out as I empty myself and allow her to come down from the orgasm. When I had completely finished, I pulled out and told her to turn, kneel and clean me with her mouth. She complied, knelt and made a reasonable job of cleaning me with her mouth and tongue. I held her head steady and said, "Don't use your hands. Make sure to swallow it." As she did so, I caressed her cheeks, stepped back and tidied myself. "Always turn, kneel and clean me as part of the 'present'." I told her to stand while I refastened her wrists and hobble, then led the way into the lounge, carrying my glass and the bottle of wine. Sitting down in my favourite chair I told her to kneel at my side. When she'd done so, I slid my hand over her shoulders and down to her breasts. I sat there sipping my wine and playing with her nipples, which began to thicken and grow firm. "You're very responsive. I do believe we'll get on well. Just to settle you down, get up and walk around the room as you've been taught, remember, don't stride too much and yank the hobble. You must be graceful, display your master's property beautifully. Walk until I tell you to stop." She struggled a little to get up, not being used to having a hobble and no hands free. Once up, she moved across the room and began to walk. I noticed with pleasure that she took up the correct posture, well almost, and managed to walk without snapping the hobble tight. "That's right, walk with style." I settled back to enjoy watching my new possession display herself. After about ten minutes, I halted her then stood up and told her 'approach'. She walked over to me and stopped in front. I rearranged her position so I could reach both her front and back. Picking up a tawse from the box, I slid my fingers into her cunt and began to caress the insides of her labias. Once she began to become wet, I found her clit and teased it. She reacted by moving with my caresses. As she did, I gave her a brisk crack on her buttock with the tawse but also kept on playing with her cunt. She stopped dead, shocked by the blow, but then relaxed and again reacted to my fingers. Again I hit her with the tawse. I continued to do this for a while, pleasuring with one hand, punishing with the other. Soon she was panting and groaning with the alternating blow and tease. I stopped teasing her and instead increased the frequency of the blows. She still grunted and reacted as if I was still teasing her clit. Indeed she was now dripping from her cunt and was rapidly reaching a climax. I murmured "Come for me, that's a beauty, come for your master." Then she came, violently and almost swooned. I dropped the tawse and took her in my arms, caressing her body and kissing her as she slowly came down from her orgasm. "I told you, pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure." Once she had recovered I said. "Now turn and 'present', it's my turn to enjoy you." I unzipped and entered her with no preliminary finger play as she should be wet from her early orgasm. Once in, I thrust slowly at first but increasing speed and force until I was about to ejaculate. I told her to come, which she did as I emptied into her. After pumping myself dry, I pulled out, allowing her to turn, kneel and clean me with her mouth. Once she'd done this, I made her stand as I fetched some more items for my pleasure. The first was a ball gag. "Open your mouth." I said, as I slipped the ball inside, fastening the strap to keep it there. She tried to speak but I slapped her buttock, saying. "Silence. Speak only when spoken to. And this gag says 'silence'." I then took a nipple in my fingers and squeezed and twirled it until firm. I then fitted a nipple clamp on it. She tried to cry out but the ball gag stopped her noise. "Enjoy the pain. All will come right." I teased the other to firmness and clamped that one. Again she tried to cry out but the gag reduced it to a mumble. To distract her from the clamps, I pushed my finger in her cunt, searching for her clit. When I located it, I stroked and squeezed it. She stiffened at first but then started to push at my fingers. When this happened I pulled out of her cunt and pulled off a nipple clamp. This time, I could clearly hear her scream as the blood returned to the nipple. She quietened down so I released the other clamp. Again she reacted, trying to scream through the gag. I pulled her towards me, hugging her I murmured, "Your pleasure and pain is mine and mine alone. Rejoice in my pleasure at your pain." She shook her head in denial. I pinched her nipple, twisting it until she again tried to scream. Releasing the nipple, I slapped her hard across the breasts. She looked at me, astonished that I should hurt her this way. Without a word, I again pushed my fingers into her cunt, squeezing her clit. She reacted by groaning at my actions. I teased and worked her cunt's walls , alternating with her clit as she became more and more worked up. As she started to pant and heave with my teasing, I again spoke, "Come for me. Come for your master, my pretty." Again she responded, coming with a muffled gasp and shudder. As she calmed down, I removed the gag and kissing her on the lips, I said. "your body is mine to play like a musical instrument. I can give pain or pleasure. Either is only mine to dispense. Be happy that I wish to use your body for my pleasure. That is the duty of a submissive. And a submissive is what you are. My submissive, my slave. To use for my pleasure alone." I pushed her down into the kneel, facing me. Now, let's see if you can give your master pleasure with your mouth. Take me in your mouth and bring me off." I unzipped and pulled out my cock. Waving it at her, I said. "This is also your master. Your main purpose is to keep him happy. Go to it." She pushed her head forward and gently took me into her mouth, licking the tip, then slowly engulfing it as she sucked. As she took me in, she managed to lick the bottom of my cock while sucking me deeper. She bawked a little as my tip touched the back of her throat but I pulled out a little, waited, then pushed in again. Realising what I wanted, she began to suck me in and out while licking me. As I got near my climax, I placed my hands either side of her head and began to thrust. At first she continued to try to suck me in and out but my grip on her head meant she couldn't any longer and stayed still while I raped her mouth. All too soon I ejaculated, my cock leaping while pouring my semen into her mouth. As she filled, I slowly withdrew to leave more space for my fluid. "Keep it in your mouth, don't spill any." I said as I completely withdrew. "Slowly open your mouth, looking up at me, to show you have it. Then swallow it all, lean forward and clean me, swallowing any fluid left. This is my gift to you, don't waste it. Enjoy. You have done well for a new sub. I am proud of you. We will stop now and I will take you to bed." I turned and walked slowly out of the room, switching the lights off as I left. Blossom followed slowly as she still had the hobble on and her hands fastened behind her back. I headed for the stairs, signalling her to proceed me. I knew she'd have difficulty climbing the stairs with the hobble and I wanted to be behind her in case she fell. It would have been simpler to undo the hobble but I needed her to feel confined and controlled, even though I'd be taking it all off when we get upstairs as we would be showering before bedtime. She managed to climb the stairs, albeit slowly. The one stumble she made was quickly caught by myself. I held on until she had steadied herself then released her. At the top, I guided her into the bathroom where I removed the straps, hobble and cuffs. Lastly I removed her collar, saying. "Normally this would not be removed but showering with a leather collar does neither you nor the collar any good. A metal collar would, of course, be a permanent fixture during my tenure. Now put a shower cap on, sort one out for me and get yourself organised ready in the shower. You will be bathing me. That will be one of your standard duties. I'll just pop into the bedroom and remove my clothes. Normally you would be expected to undress me as well but we'll move slowly." Having stripped, I returned to find her at the shower complete with cap. She fitted one on me and then ran the shower. It was already preset to my likes and quickly came to temperature. I stepped in and she joined me. Using a large sponge and shower gel, she soaped me down from face to crutch. Rinsing me off, she did my back and then my legs, avoiding my cock and balls. Once everything else was washed, she carefully soaped and rinsed my tackle. I turned to make sure I was thoroughly rinsed then went to get a towel. She dodged in front of me, grabbed the towel and dried me off. I left the bathroom taking her collar with me, telling her to quickly wash and dry herself before joining me in the bedroom opposite. While I waited, I sorted out the items I was going to use on her. My bed had been modified with four rings, one on each corner. These rings were designed to take a manacle on a short chain, enabling me to immobilise my sub by stretching them on the bed in a St. Andrew's cross. I was organised ready as she entered. First I called her over and refitted her collar, then, telling her to lie down on the bed, I quickly fastened the manacles on her wrists and ankles, the chains already attached to the rings. Before she really knew what happened, she was spreadeagled and helpless. I admired her body as she struggled, just enough to realise that she was securely held before surrendering. I patted her unprotected cunt and said. "Just a little bit of play before I sleep. I'm going to blindfold you to keep the surprise to myself." As I spoke I fastened a blindfold on her. As she couldn't touch it, I didn't bother padlocking it. I stood back and admired my prize. Considering her lack of experience, she was coping well with my demands, already partially trained and completely acquiescent to my will. I was enjoying using my sub. Ah, well, back to work. I sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing her face with a peacock feather. She turned and twisted trying to get away from the light caress but I just followed her moves. Keeping the feather moving gently, I traced a path down her neck across both breasts, circling the nipples, and, almost but not quite, to her cunt. I then worked it back up to her face following a reverse route. I moved down again, this time I bypassed her cunt which she was thrusting up at me, and raked the insides of her thighs. Losing the feather, using my fingers with the merest pressure, I repeated the action. This time when I'd rubbed her thighs, I slid my finger ever so slowly between her labias and into her cunt, which was nicely wet. I stroked the inside walls gently before surrounding her clit with two fingers. I slid my fingers over the clit hood, teasing and caressing the clit as I coaxed it from the hood. Once it was clear, I took my fingers out and began to use my tongue, licking and sucking at it, alternating with licking the inside walls of her treasure cave. She was reacting strongly to my work and I was having difficulty staying in contact as she wriggled and lurched, trying to hold me inside her. At this point, I climbed on top of her, plunged my cock into her dripping hole and thrusting as hard as I could I murmured. "Come for me now, my pet," We came almost together. Training a Sub I rolled off her and rubbed her nipples as she came down from her orgasm. Once she had quietened, I moved up to push my cock into her mouth. She eagerly took it and began to suck and lick. "Steady my pretty," I said. "Just clean it. That's all, just clean it." She stopped sucking and gently licked it clean. I pulled out and stood up. Taking the blindfold off, I bent and kissed her on her lips, she opened in response pushing her tongue into my mouth but I counter-thrust my tongue in her mouth and she acquiesced to the intrusion. I stood up and looking down at her, smiled and said. "You look a bit wrung out. Should I leave you fastened or release you? I wonder. As you're still new to this, I'll release you so you can sleep nearly untrammelled. Here we go." At this, I unfastened the manacles but replaced the hobble, pulled the bedclothes back and tucked her inside like a baby. Slipping in the other side, I said. "Go to sleep now and don't wriggle." I turned the lights out and settled down. She turned on her side and spooned herself into my crutch. I slid my hand over her and took hold of her breast. We both, very quickly fell asleep, I dreaming of further delights in store. Next morning I awoke early and looking at my sub, lying still asleep, I thought it was a shame to wake her but stiffening my resolve as my penis was already at attention, I shook her awake and entered her. I quickly climaxed and emptied myself into her. Reminding her to clean me, I pulled out and lay back and enjoyed my sub's cleaning. When she finished, I told her to get the shower ready for me, I'd be in soon. After the pleasant, relaxing, shower I led her down stairs to fix breakfast. While I waited, sitting at the kitchen table, I was able to admire her body. She was reasonably fit but not excessively muscled. Getting used to the hobble, she moved gracefully as she worked. When breakfast was ready, she served mine out and then looked at me questioningly. "Chop it up into the bowl. You stand opposite me and eat without your hands. This will be your standard method of eating and drinking, unless I hand-feed you. Carry on." I started eating as she organised her own food. Because she had queried it, she ended up with lukewarm food. Shame! Once we'd finished and she'd washed up, I fastened her wrists together and added an arm-binder to restrict her elbows. This had the effect of pushing out her breasts, an effect pleasant to the eye if not too comfortable to the wearer. I dug out a crop and a length of rope with a clip on the end. Recoiling this, I attached it to her collar then led her out of the kitchen into the garden. As she realised where I was taking her, she tried to stop me. I snapped a cut with the crop on her rear, she jumped, squealed and followed me, slowly, out of the door as I said, "Trust and obey me at all times." Once outside, a quick glance around showed her that the garden, though large, was not overlooked and was completely private. I led her out to the middle of the lawn, then telling her to 'stay' I backed away, uncoiling the rope. I explained that she was to move around me in a circle, keeping the rope just taut. If she tried to come towards me to slacken it for comfort, I'd persuade her not to by using the crop on her. Having already had a taste, she nodded agreement. I started her walking slowly as she still wore the hobble, spending time adjusting her stance until I was happy with her carriage. Once this was achieved, I stopped her and removed the hobble. I restarted her and order a fast walk, insisting on keeping her carriage correct. As she steadied in the circuit, I told her to jog then, after a few laps, brought her to a full run. In a very short time, she was blown and I pulled her to a standstill. I walked up to her and put my arms around her. As she recovered her breath, I told her that she was doing well but needed a certain amount of exercise to become really fit. Once she'd recovered I set her circling again, varying speed from slow walk up to short bursts of running. After about forty-five minutes, I took pity on her and called her to me. Petting her shoulders and rubbing her breasts, I tell her how pleased I am with her efforts. Finally I tell her to present and use her. After she cleaned me, I take her back into the house and release her bonds, sending her to have a quick shower then to join me in the morning room. When she re-joins me, I retie her wrists and elbows behind her back. After telling her that sometimes a sub must do things that they aren't happy about but that it would please their dom, I lay her face down across a coffee table which had a central turntable or 'lazy susan' and tie her ankles to her wrists, in a hog-tie but with the legs separated. This means her cunt is open and available for my use. With the 'lazy susan' I can spin her around 180 degrees, and then use her mouth to clean my cock after use. Simply spinning her around again brings her cunt ready for use again. I try her out, plunging my ready cock into her. She was at a convenient height for me so I thrust in and out, quickly bring me to a climax. I emptied my semen into her. Once I had finished, I turned her around and entered her mouth, telling her to clean me. Once I was satisfied with her performance, I withdrew, put my penis away and resumed my seat, while spinning her around ready for another. As she is on a coffee table I realise she makes a nice table ornament so I fetch a candle from the kitchen (a thin domestic candle), insert it into her arse and after lighting it, I can use her as a candlestick, while I get myself a snack. I leave her without a word and go back into the kitchen to make myself a cheese sandwich, returning to the morning room, eating the sandwich. I sit down next to the table and admire my new table decoration. She was wriggling slightly as she feels the heat of the candle. Then the wax began to run down the candle and drip onto her buttocks. She was grunting and groaning so much that I slapped her thigh, telling her to be quiet while I am eating. The candle burned lower, she continued to wriggle as the wax piled up on her body. Not being a complete sadist, I take away the candle before it burns right down but wax was already hardening on her buttocks. I wait a little while until the wax has cooled and become really firm. I then remove it by means of striking with my tawse, each stroke flaking off a little more. Naturally she reacts to the blows but I tell her she must be quiet. Eventually I have removed all the wax but she still doesn't seem too happy about this, admittedly her buttocks are a gentle shade of pink but it does look pretty. When I comment about this, while kissing and caressing it, she growls and receives a few more strokes for making a noise. I lift her down off the table, after releasing her legs, stand her up and guide her to a nearby bar stool. Sitting her down, I slip her arms over the back and tie her legs either side of the stool legs and up close to her wrists. This leaves her totally exposed and unable to move. I sit down opposite and admire her. Taking the tawse, I gently slap her thighs. First one then the other. After several minutes, I aim to hit her cunt. Naturally she squeals at this. I tell her to behave otherwise I'd gag her, even though that would make it difficult for her to clean me when required. I remind her that she is here for my pleasure not hers. She still tries to tell me that I'm being unfair. This annoys me so I slap her breasts several times with the tawse and then go and get a ball gag. Grumbling about the inconvenience, I fasten the gag firmly in her mouth, reducing her noise to meaningless garble. To show her that I am annoyed with her behaviour, I leave her there, tied into the chair and go to my study where I relax, listening to music and trying to catch up on my correspondence. After an hour or so, realising that I am hungry despite the cheese sandwich earlier, I return to the morning room and survey my bound and stiff submissive. She is slumped forward on the bar stool, almost asleep by her appearance. I pick up the tawse, snap a couple of light blows on her thighs to which she jumps and looks directly at me. She appears to have been crying. Without any comment, I untie her, leaving the gag in, and tell her to prepare me a light lunch, using salad from the fridge, and to serve it in the kitchen. She climbed stiffly off the stool and headed for the kitchen. I tidy away the ropes I'd used and, taking the tawse, followed her into the kitchen. There she was preparing my meal but still looked disgruntled. I dropped the tawse on the table, sat down and spoke. "I've told you already what the relationship is between dom and sub. I played with you and then I gave you a taste of the darker side, I set you up as a piece of furniture, a table decoration, a fuck toy and pain slut, although only very mild pain. These were just for the dom's pleasure, mine, the sub's purpose is giving pleasure to her dom. You disappointed me with your attitude. You should have thought how much pleasure it was to have your dom enjoying the use of your body. You didn't 'safeword' which would have stopped the scene. I bet if I'd stuck my hand up you, you'd have been wet. Think on it. Meanwhile, serve my lunch then stand by me and I may feed you as well as myself." She served the salad, she'd cut some cheese and added olives as well. I tucked in having poured olive oil over the leaves. She stood next to me, stiff and erect. I ignored her as I ate; only pointing to my tea cup for a refill. Pointedly I hadn't removed her gag. After I wiped the surplus olive oil with a piece of bread and ate it, I pushed my plate away, drained my cup and said. "Wash up now, then come into the study." I stood up and left the room without looking at her. In the study I sat at my desk and waited. This was crunch time. Up to now I'd played carefully avoiding any super strict dom/sub activity. Obviously I had wanted to introduce her gently to the fetish at first but now I needed to plumb the depth of her need as a submissive. This was make or break and I wasn't too sure of the result. Finally she came into the study and stood by the desk. Surprisingly she went into the 'display'. Promising? I stood up and removed the gag, dropping it on the desk. It hadn't been locked in place so I was rather surprised that she hadn't removed it already. I waved her into a chair and then said. "Well? What do you have to say?" I leaned back in my chair and waited. She looked at her hands, shook her head a little and then started. "I found the things you did to me in the morning room earlier very disturbing. I felt like dirt, the way you used me. And then you first threatened to gag me and later did so. I was stuck on that bar stool for what seemed hours, and what was worse, you left me there! All alone." She stopped and wrung her hands. I looked straight at her and said one word. "And?" "And you were right, I was wet. I couldn't believe it. Being treated like dirt and yet finding it arousing, very arousing. That was what was upsetting. I seemed to like it! I couldn't believe I felt that way." "That is all part of surrendering yourself. You have no sense of self. The true submissive needs to be demeaned. To show she is truly the property of her dom. In fact many would deliberately annoy their dom; to get him to punish them, to prove to themselves that he cares. Your actions earlier could be grounds for you to be dismissed." "I think I see what you meant. I hadn't realised before. I'm sorry." "Have you had sufficient time to identify your feelings properly? Do you need more time, perhaps even space to resolve your position?" "I, I think I do. I'm still hesitant, I believe." "So. Do you know whether you wish to continue or call it a day? Your choice. If you like, I'd suggest you return to the kitchen, make yourself a bite to eat, perhaps a cup of tea. Think about it properly. Then return here and tell me your decision." "Yes, I think I will, if you don't mind." "I'm happy with that. Go to the kitchen, take your time. I'll wait here for your decision. Go now." She turned and left, I went back to my computer and tried to catch up on what I was doing earlier. I had difficulty concentrating as I still wasn't confident that she'd stay. I gradually got involved in my work and time slipped away. Some time later, I still don't know how much, I heard her enter. She stood by my side, in the display position. I deliberately ignored her as I finished the current letter. Finally, I pushed the keyboard away, turned to look directly at her and said. "Well?" She pulled her shoulders back, sniffed, and said. "I've decided that. . . " She stopped and looked at me. "Go on." I said. In a rush she gabbled. "I want to. to continue, if you please." "Be clear. If you want to continue you must ask me to keep you as my submissive. We need to be absolutely clear. Now what do you want?" I was being difficult but needed her to be emphatic about her decision. "Please, master, will you keep me on as your submissive?" It came out with a rush but was quite clear in content. Following the earlier problem, I decided that it needed to be formal and said. "If you wish to stay as my submissive, you must kneel and ask formally as a sub to her dom. You ask humbly and then lean forward to kiss my feet. Stay in that position until I've replied. Understand?" "Yes, master, I understand." She slowly knelt down, putting her hands behind her back, and said. "Please, master, can this stupid person stay as your submissive, your property. She is very sorry she acted in the way she did and can only put it down to inexperience." As she finished this, she leaned forward, putting her lips to my shoes and held that position. I could see that she was wavering, almost quaking awaiting my reply. I didn't immediately reply. I enjoyed seeing her at my feet, awaiting my decision. Finally, I said. "Lift your head and look at me." She lifted her head. "I will keep you as my property. But, and it is a big but, you failed me miserably and deserve to be punished. Now I haven't punished you before, this is the first time." I pushed my chair away from the desk. "Come here and bend over my knee. I'm going to use my hand on you, six strokes. You must count the strokes and thank me for each one. If you fail or miscount, I'll start all over again. It will hurt, it will be meant to hurt. You will not attempt to dodge or make a loud noise. If you do, I'll start over again. Do you understand?" "Yes, master, I understand." Her voice wavered a bit, understandably. She came forward and leaned over me, settling across my lap. I held her hair in one hand to keep her down and raised the other. "Here we go." I said and brought my hand down firmly on her buttock. "One, thank you master." I slowly stroked her skin, caressing over the area hit by the blow. A short time later, down came the next on the other buttock. "Two, thank you master." Again I caressed the area before continuing. The next was aimed slightly lower. "Three, thank you master." After each strike, I slowly and enjoyably rubbed the area assaulted with my palm before continuing. I lined the fourth one level with the previous one. "Four, thank you master." The rest followed, hard and firm. I had gradually worked down her buttocks and onto her thighs. When I finished, the whole area of her backside and upper thighs were a delightful pink colour and she was sobbing and sniffing quietly. I pulled on her hair, telling her to get up. I then fastened her wrists and elbows firmly, told her to kneel at my side and fastened a chain lead from my desk to her collar. "You will remain confined here until dinner time. It will be uncomfortable but to pass the time, I will play with your body. One word or sound from you and I'll gag you. This will show that I'm in control, not you. Nod if you understand." Slowly she nodded. "Good. Now turn so I have access to you." I proceeded to explore her body, caressing, pinching and stroking it, paying particular attention to her breasts, nipples and cunt. At intervals, I would leave the room, then, on returning sit down and work at my computer for a while, ignoring her for ten to twenty minutes before resuming my caresses. By this means I kept her on the edge of orgasm without relief. Finally, I turned to her and said. "Lean back while I unclip your lead." Having done this I ordered her to rise and turn. I unfastened her wrists and elbows, refastening her hobble and told her. "Make me some dinner, a pork chop and some chips, with a small salad for yourself. Be quick, open a bottle of red wine, one glass, water for my sub as normal. Lay it out in the dining room and inform me when it's nearly ready. Go." As she moved off, I couldn't resist a quick slap on her rear. I resumed my work until Blossom popped in to say. "Dinner is just about ready, master." I closed down the computer and made my way to the dining room. The table was laid ready and as I sat down, she entered with a tray of food. Skilfully serving my food, she put the tray aside and poured out a glass of wine. I sipped and nodded. She moved back to the tray and put her salad on the table opposite me. She then stood at 'display' until I said, "You may eat." She bent forward and started to pick her salad out of the bowl with her teeth. She had remembered to shred it before I arrived. We quietly ate for a while, well, I was quiet, she was rather loud with her crunching but I didn't comment. As she only had salad, she finished before me so I called her over and told her. "Under the table, get my cock out and suck it until it's hard and ready. Then keep it interested until I tell you to make me come. Only use your hands to get it out, not otherwise. Go to it." I then continued with my meal as she clambered under the table and extracted my cock. It was nearly firm and took little effort to bring it rock hard. She then gently licked it, working up and down it, even licking my testicles on occasion. As I finished my meal, I drained my glass and said. "Bring me off now." As she did so, I plunged right into her mouth almost choking her as I came. Once she had cleaned me I called her to come out and stand by me. I then played with her cunt until I said. "Come now." As she responded my fingers slipped out. I waited until she calmed down then gave her my fingers to clean. I ordered her to clear the table and do the dishes, then join me in the study where I played with her body until bedtime. The next morning after breakfast, I checked her hobble, fastened her wrists and elbows then taking the rope I'd used yesterday, I clipped it to her collar and led her outside for some exercise. As we entered the garden, I realised that I had forgotten to bring a crop. Leading her over to a nearby tree, I fastened the rope to the trunk, patted her bottom and said. "Stay here, I won't be long." I then left her hitched to the tree and went to the study where I picked up a suitable crop. Glancing at the desk, I noticed a note I'd left yesterday regarding my writing. I sat down and read it, the changes suggested would only take a minute. Putting the crop down, I fired up my computer and reloaded my current story. Soon I was keying in the noted changes. As I reread the passage, I started to write further development of the story line. Quickly getting deeply involved, I continued my work, oblivious of the fact that I'd left Blossom fastened by her collar to a tree in the middle of the garden. As I reached a suitable break I thought a coffee would be nice before reading the work so far. Looking around for Blossom to order the coffee, I remembered that I'd left her stuck in the garden. Reluctantly I closed down the computer, picked up the crop and returned to her. As I walked into the garden I could see her standing with her back to me, hitched to the tree by her collar. I walked up to her saying, "What a pretty sight, my little sub waiting patiently for her master who is going to take her as she is." I unzipped and after exciting her with my fingers, I entered and quickly came. I unhitched her and told her to clean me. Training a Sub Once clean, I re-zipped and taking her lead, I walked into the centre saying. "Time to learn a couple more stances. First 'heel'. This is very simple. Just keep behind me on my left about five feet away. As I move, keep in that position. If I turn right, speed up as you turn. However if I turn left, you must stop, wait a little, then turn and follow. If you don't you're likely to bump into me which I won't like. I'll release your lead, take up the position and we'll try you." I unclipped the lead, recoiled it and then turned away. After waiting a few seconds for her to get into position, I called. "Heel!" and started walking, slowly at first, in a straight line while glancing over my shoulder. She was keeping pace, I increased speed and started swerving to the right. Slightly at first but gradually becoming more pronounced as I went on. Having turned completely around, I walked forward for a few yards, then veered a few degrees to the left. She stayed in place. I then made a sharp left turn and she bumped into me. Spinning around, I gave her a smart strike on her left breast with the crop, saying. "Pay attention! Now get back into position." She dropped back, I turned away and walked off. After about five yards, I did a sharp turn to the right, straightened up and then an even sharper turn to the left. It was close but she avoided bumping me. Good! A few more turns and twists, both right and left, she managed to stay in position. I called a halt, turned and patted her face, saying. "Good. Good little sub. You picked that up quickly, make sure you remember." I reclipped her lead onto her collar, kissed her quickly, then said. "We'll try some exercise now, you remember how to walk around me on this lead. We'll do a few circuits, just to check, then I'll teach you how to 'high-step'. When done properly, it is very elegant and reminiscent of thoroughbred carriage horses called hackney. That's a breed, not a calling. If I do decide to train you as a ponygirl, you'll be expected to high-step always at a walk and trotting whenever in harness, hitched to a cart or being led, like this." She opened her mouth, obvious to speak but I put my finger on her lips and shook my head. "As a sub you will be used in any way I wish. This garden is big enough to train you and I have friends with farms, so I can easily find places to use a well-trained ponygirl. I may not train you as one, but it will be my decision, not yours. Now let's start." Having led her back to the centre of the lawn, I explained the action. "To high-step, you raise your knees, above your waist with the lower leg vertical, very similar to a soldier ceremonially marching in place but you move forward as well. It's very simple, but you need to practice it until you do it without thinking. When exercising in longish grass, high-stepping will stop you stumbling, so it's a technique worth learning anyway. To start with, I'll lead you forwards, slowly, and watch your action. If you're not lifting your legs enough, I'll rap the offending knee with the crop, so concentrate. Now walk forwards slowly and high-step." I pulled gently on her lead and walked backwards, watching her. She lifted her left knee high enough. "That's right. Keep it up." Then her right. Walking backwards, I watched her walk for a distance, she seemed to have it. I stopped. "You seem to have it, so we'll revert to the circle, high-step at a walk, stop doing it at a trot or faster for the moment but restart it if I tell you to walk. Now move away from me as I pay out the lead." She moved slowly backwards as I fed her more line. When it was nearly at the end I called a halt. "On the command 'walk on' move around, keeping the lead just taut, in a clockwise direction don't high-step until I order it. Remember your posture, you may find it easier when high-stepping to lean slightly backwards. Ready? 'walk on!" She started moving, slipping into the posture I had shown her. After a few circuits, I called. "Good, you've remembered, halt now and when I tell you to walk on, go directly into high-stepping. 'Walk on'" As I turned slowly, I kept a close eye on her walking, shouting corrections to her posture as well as reminding her to keep her knees lifting properly. She was very quick to pick things up. She had very little trouble keeping her knees lifting properly and I was able to praise her for high-stepping properly and keeping the posture correct. "Now you've got that properly, I want you to start trotting, on my command, but still high-step. You may find this more difficult, but try it. Now, 'trot'. That's right, keep your knees lifting." As she accelerated into the trot, she got a little confused and stumbled. I checked her gently and she restarted, this time she managed to lift her knees properly. Not quite high enough at first but as she got used to the movement, she raised them to a satisfactory level. After three or four circuits at the trot, she was obviously getting blown, so I called her to drop to a walk and then to stop. I recoiled the line as I walked towards her, praising her for her posture and skill in picking up a difficult action with so little trouble. When I reached her, she was bent over recovering. I caressed her buttocks while still praising her skills. Once she had recovered, I told her to 'present' and I buried myself into her. As always, she reacted well, responding to my thrusts with her vaginal muscles. Almost too soon, I came as she did after I ordered her to. As I withdrew, she dropped to her knees and cleaned me with a surprising vigour, so much so that I had to tell her. "Don't try to harden me, just clean it." She looked up with a cheeky expression. "Behave yourself. Now you've cleaned me, get off to the house and prepare lunch, you randy little sub." She stood up, I unclipped her lead, released her arms and shooed her off to the house, following at a slower pace. We still had the afternoon and evening and I was running out of ideas. She was so quick picking things up that she had romped through the training so far in a matter of hours instead of the expected days. As a 'prize' I think I'll take advantage and give her a 'holiday', let her have the afternoon off to do what ever she wants. I'll surprise her after lunch. I went back to my study to review her progress and see if there was anything else I could expose her to after dinner. I was startled from my reverie when she appeared at the door, saying. "Lunch is ready, sir." I followed her enticing rear view to the morning room and sat at the table. She served a light meal of omelette and side salad with hers chopped ready in her bowl. Nodding to her to eat, I tucked in. She was quite a capable cook, nothing flash but imaginative. Pushing my plate away as I finished, I spoke. "You're doing quite well. You've picked up the basics very quickly. Obviously you need polishing but I'm very satisfied with your progress. So much in fact, that I'm going to give you the afternoon off. As soon as you've washed the dishes, you can do anything you want until it is time to make dinner. Come here and I'll remove all your 'uniform'." She came to me and I removed her wrist and elbow binders, together with her hobble and ankle straps. I then went to remove her collar but she shook her head. "Please leave the collar," she said. "I'd feel happier if you left it on." "Very well, but if you want a shower I give you permission to remove it, providing you replace it as soon as you are dry. Understood?" She nodded. "Also, you must remain naked although you may speak freely during your break. Now you can entertain yourself until say 6:30 when you will start our dinner. Off you go, I'll see you later." She stood in front of me and spoke slowly. "May I return earlier if I want?" "It's your time, spent as you will. If you do want to return early, just kneel in front of me and say something like, 'thank you for my free time, sir, your sub has returned'. But only if you do so before time, otherwise the signal would be 'your dinner is ready, sir'. I'll see you later." I stood up and went into the study to continue my writing. About an hour later, I was surprised to find her entering the study. She went over to the bookcase, selected a book and then walked back towards me and kneeling at my side, began to read. I returned to my keyboard and we spent the next few hours in a companionable silence, each busy with their own interest. Then she closed her book, returned it to the bookshelf and left the room. About an hour later, she returned to say. "Your dinner is ready, sir." I rose and followed her to the dining room where everything was ready. I sat down and Blossom reappeared with our meal, wine was already on the table. Indicating to Blossom to eat, I began on my meal, a rather nice beef wellington. I poured out some wine for myself and told Blossom to bring a glass for herself, which I also filled. As we completed our meal, I told Blossom. "This is the final part of our trial. We will be spending the evening and going to bed as a couple. I have found that you have the making of an excellent submissive and am willing to accept you. Have you come to a decision?" "Yes, sir, I wish to become your sub. What do we do now?" "As soon as I can, I'll print off two copies of our contract and we can sign it. Then you can leave tomorrow to arrange to give up your job and flat. After that is done you move in here with me permanently. Bring any documents, furniture and valuables you like. Meanwhile I'll obtain your permanent collar as well as some metal restraints for you. I'll go to the study to get the contracts, you can join me after washing the dishes. We can agree any amendments before I print the final version." "Amendments?" "Yes, any things in the contract that you don't want to do or even add any you think should be there. I can remove or alter the terms before printing." * This modified version leads nicely into a previous story 'Ringing the changes'.