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Chapter 2. TRAINING BEGINS BY PHONE
I had trouble sleeping that night. 3:27 am. The phone rings. I'd kept it by myself on the bed. I answered immediately.
"That's better. One ring. So, bitch, are you over your little temper tantrum yet? Or should I wait until next summer?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. It just freaked me out a bit."
"Like I said, Alex, you haven't been very well trained and that is why your sex life has been so damned unsatisfying. But then again, how could you be trained, considering that most of your encounters were just one-night stands?"
"How could you know this, Sir?"
"Because I hadn't taken you under my protection and my discipline yet, and that is what you've truly needed. No one else could hold your interest for long, boy. And don't pretend it isn't true. How many fucking times have you jerked off over the past ten years thinking about my smile and my dick?"
"Lost count, Billy."
"We need to make up for lost time, boy."
"If you want, Sir."
"Well obviously I want, boy. Who the fuck initiated this conversation? Don't be stupid. You've got more sense than that. The truth that I've been waiting. I've wanted you as well, ever since I saw your eyes when we were standing in that tenth grade bathroom. And it is now time."
"You wanted ME? I always thought you were scorning me. Sir."
"You thought wrong, feisty boy. Didn't you pay attention when I told you that we were still too young back then?"
"Oh, yes, I remember that. Well, now we're 25 and have obviously been playing the same game."
"Well it's time for the playing to stop. And lest I forget, I want you to understand that a good sub boy restrains his natural inclination to react when his buttons get pushed. Like I said, you have a long way to go."
"Maybe that's because you haven't been around for me, Sir."
"Ah, now you're leaning in a good direction. Tell me, boy: are you naked? in bed?"
"Yes, Sir, to both. Naked and in bed."
"Well then, get your naughty self out of bed and kneel on the floor facing the corner."
I'm not going to react. Just do what he ways and find out where it leads.
"in position, Sir."
"Good boy. See how simple it is? I speak. You obey. No need to overthink it. Understand?"
"I think so, Sir."
"Well then, think about those times when you have really gotten a lot of satisfaction out of acting like a pretend slaveboy in those bars and baths and clubs. I'd bet that the reason you got off on it was because those were situations where you purely and simply did what you were told without fighting or thinking about it too much. Take your time while you're kneeling there naked in the corner in the middle of the night. Think, boy, think. Can you recall any times like that. Don't answer right away. Think."
a few minutes pass
"There aren't too many times, Sir, but I know the first time was back in that bathroom when you ordered me to start pretending I was peeing in case someone came in. I obeyed without even thinking about it. I felt like I was getting high until that other kid came in. And there must have been other times as well, but I am having a hard time remembering them."
"You can't remember a time when you wanted to be a good slave to a Master so much that you completely surrendered to him and did everything He wanted you to do?"
"There was one time at a club when a Dom was teasing me with a set of handcuffs and I kept watching him. Finally he told me to give him my wrist and I did immediately. He put the cuff on and then told me to give him my other wrist and I did that too. It was awesome. But then he ruined it."
"How did he ruin it?"
"He brought me into another room and said to me, "I am going to break you down and build you up again from the bottom up," and I freaked and shook my head no and he took off the handcuffs."
"Alex, he didn't ruin that scene. You did. You had actually no way of knowing what he meant to you by those words, or what it might have meant for you. But instead of just confessing to him that he was making you nervous, you decided to back out of the whole opportunity without even safewording. You have no idea what you might have missed. Just from your description of the way he seduced you into letting him cuff you indicates to me that he was probably an expert in domination but decided not to waste his time, considering your reaction. Think about that a minute before answering me, boy."
I start to think. . . . . "You are probably right, Sir, but to tell you the truth I have often thought back to that time and wished I could have gone along to discover what would be happening. I mean, we were in a public club. I was perfectly safe. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
". . . and I wouldn't be surprised if a number of other missed opportunities will be coming to mind as you learn more and more about true submission. Listen, Alex, I am going to change your position. I will text you a picture. I want you to assume the pose that is in the picture and put your phone on speaker."
"Yes, Sir."
The picture comes through. A well-built short-haired collared slave is bowing down with his head touching the ground and his hands placed on each side of his head with his arms stretched as far away as possible. It's a classic groveling pose and I've been in that situation before. I immediately put my phone on speaker and took myself into that position.
"In position, Sir."
"Good boy. Notice how much I am trusting you to do what I tell you to do and not to be faking it with me."
"No, Billy, I promise I will not fake anything."
"Good boy. Stay in that position but see if you can spread your legs farther apart without falling over."
I struggle to do so. "Yes, Sir. In position as best I could."
"that's good enough for now. It will be much easier when I am standing over you with my riding crop and using that to adjust any deficiencies in your position. Think of that."
"I just trembled, Sir, and I am as hard as a rock."
"don't you dare touch it, slave!"
"No, Master, I won't."
"You used the `M' word. Good progress. For the record you can address me according to what you are feeling inside. There are three choices: Billy, Sir, and Master. It is fine to switch from one to another. I will use a number of different names for you, but I want to keep you having the name Alex and not give you a new name. Because as Alex, ever since we first met in elementary school, Alex has been your true slave name. I always thought of you that way, as my inferior, as weaker than me, as someone I wanted to control but also protect, and as we entered puberty I started imagining you as a sexual servant to me."
"May I ask, Sir, why didn't you act on those feelings?"
"Very simple. I told you: we were too young. I would have been impossible to do anything together without getting caught. Besides, I had a lot to learn about becoming the type of Master that could bring the best out of you."
"Have you, Sir? Become that type of Master?
"What do you think, Alex?"
"I'm feeling that, Master, definitely. I'm short of breath groveling down here for you."
"slow down your breathing, Alex, immediately. I can hear you breathing heavy."
about 30 seconds pass. "Better, boy, better."
"Feeling better Sir."
"Good. Now I have something to tell you. You have heard these words before but you were two much a pansy to flow with them, but I am telling you this in all seriousness. Listen carefully: his voice gets more demanding. "I am going to break you down and then build you back from the bottom up. I am going to break away all your shitty ideas about what it means to be a submissive slave and replace them with the ideas and practices which will bring me the most pleasure. And if you become that submissive slave for me, your pleasure will be greater than anything you have ever imagined. Because if you become my submissive slave, you will discover who you were always meant to become. I am going to train you, correct you, discipline you, condition you, teach you to take the lash with no fear, and I will own you as my own precious possession."
What could I say? I fought to control my breathing before saying anything. "it frightens me a little, Master, but at the same time there is something in me that wants more than anything else to give myself into your hands."
"Of course you want it more than anything else. It is your destiny, just as it is mine to be your Lord and Master for all time. This is not a weekend's play period or a one night stand. This is about destiny. And about breaking you from what prevents you from realizing your destiny. Do you understand now?"
"Much better, Master, thank you."
"During the day today, I want you to do whatever you have to do to let people know that you will be away for a few weeks. If you do not have a black jock, go and get one and make sure it is tight. DO NOT JERK OFF. Take cold showers, and I'm not kidding about this: do it a few times during the day. I will be at your place tomorrow night at 8:30. I will bring supper. Throw away anything in your fridge that might expire or go bad. Make sure the apartment is spotless. Have an open backpack on your bed but don't pack anything. I will pack what I want you to have. Tomorrow night, after waiting for ten years, you will finally have the opportunity to get to know my cock intimately and to service it as I command."
"I will send that last paragraph to you as a text message so you don't neglect anything through forgetfulness. Now I want you to use your arms to raise yourself up off the floor and sit up, leaning back on your heels. Say `yes, Sir' when you're in position. Be careful. You might get a little dizzy. Go!"
I sit up and just as he says, I am light-headed for a bit. Finally in position. "Yes, Sir."
"Now kneel up." . . . . . ."Yes, Sir."
"Now stand up." . . . . . . "Yes, Sir."
"As soon as I hang up you are to go and take a two-minute cold shower. Go and time yourself. You may use soap. When you get out of the shower don't use a towel. Drip dry. Then take your pillow and lie on the ground alongside your bed and sleep there. Make sure you set your clock for about noon in case you oversleep, because it is almost 5 am now. Got it?"
"Yes, Master. I will obey all."
"Better to say, `this sub will obey all.' Start to learn to not use the word "I" when referring to yourself."
"Yes, Sir. Have read things like that so understand what you mean."
"Excellent. That is all for tonight, Alex. Pleasant dreams as you lie on the floor still dripping with cold water. Good for slave formation."
Before I can offer anything, he has hung up.
The shower was awful and I had to fight to stay under it for 2 minutes. The drip-down period was even worse. No chance at any warmth from the towels. It was humiliating as hell to lie on the floor, still wet, on my sad pillow, but even with all that it did not take me long to fall asleep and I was awakened when the alarm went off. Why the fuck am I on the floor? Oh wait. . . Master ordered it. A text comes through:
Next shower is three minutes. Add one additional minute for each individual shower. Make sure your final shower is at 8:10 pm.