Conditioning session
I was on the table in one of the mansion's slave training rooms. Master has created various programs in order to help his slaves perform better in all aspects of life. Today was an endurance session for me. In front of me was a countdown clock. It currently showed 20 minutes out an original 90 minutes that had been set. My task was to keep my keep my cock hard but not ejaculate for the entire period. The session would be over if my cock softened to the point where it sank to my stomach or I came. Lasting the entire time period would mean an evening of minimal chores and god night's sleep. Failure would mean an intense core workout followed by a sleepiness night locked in a chastity cage tied face up on the mattress in order to avoid stimulation.
10 minutes left, I tell myself to ate measured breaths, touch only the base of the shaft and try to relax. My cock is oozing a steady steam of precum and my body is starting shake as it wants to cum badly.
To be honest, of the various lessons we slaves were taught, endurance was not the worst. On some days, are required to cum as quickly as possible. An experienced slave was expected to cum within two minutes if requested. On other days, there was multiple orgasm training. The goal is to cum once every 15 minutes for at least two hours. You could always tell who had gone through that on a particular day as they spent the night clutching their cocks and wouldn't even be remotely hard in the morning.
5 minutes on the clock. I tell myself to keep my abs tight, pretend to try and piss. Try and keep the balls away from the body a bit. Every fiber in my body wants to let go. I have to last to just longer, I tell myself.
The other primary training and conditioning topic was volume. You had up to three attempts to get as much cum into a cup as possible. Failure to reach the goal would result in being assigned a daily regimen of edging and chastity. It would go on until your balls would physically ache and get swollen from not being able to drain them.
A soft chime sounds. The clock had reached zero and I had somehow made it. Still, I dared not finish myself off without my trainer's permission. He came over and verified that I was still hard. Looking me over, he congratulates me and tells me I can let go. I pull myself up and with two strokes to the head I pass the point of no return. My calves contract, I struggle to grab a breath and with an arch of my hips I shoot a load that clears the end of table. I feel like the orgasm lasts forever. I come back to my senses and I realize my trainer is supporting me from behind. He sees my left calf cramping up and reaches down to massage it. As I recover, I am officially released for the day. My trainer suggests that I clean up and enjoy the hot tub.
After I wiped down the table, I showered and made my way gingerly out to hot tub. On the way, I pass by another one of the training rooms. I hear the sound of leather hitting flesh followed closely desperate pulls on chains. It was the sound of failure. A moment of sympathy passed through my head. One of my housemates was likely getting his abs beat on with a medicine ball. He would be spending the night in pain and chastity but he would learn his lesson and do better next time.
After all, that's what training is for.
Thanks -Chris