Training continues....

I'm deeeply in love with Her, even if I have been kidnapped, taken by force, broken in spirit and will, and held prisoner in many ways by this woman. But I wouldn't miss it for the world. I have never felt more alive then now. Her overwhelming mental strenght makes me feel wonderful submissiv. We have moved in together. I have my job as before, and spend most of mye spare time at the football ground as before, playing in the first league. It pays off quite handsomly, hence we are lucky to live without economical problems. ( And, if I dare blow my own trumpet; I think my top shape body is very much to Her satisfaction). She has continued Her studies at Bergen University, and has never asked one single question about my belongings or my banking account; but She has the final say of course when it comes to houshold budget, expenses and my contribution.

I have been punished once for disobeying, and would not like to repeat the episode. In fact, I still wake up in the middle of the night shivering in terror, living through the horrors of the cane again.

But after that fatal morning She has systematically communicated the golden rules of our disciplinary relationship. We have studied and discussed the implications of Her 'slave contract' and the real and deeper meaning behind it.

For me, She says; it is a must to render complete obedience to Her with regard to disciplinary issues at all times and to be willing to carry out any and all orders She gives me without question or hesitation

This will very effectively fulfill my submissive needs. And further: It will help me discover myself, be aware of and learn about the big, dark world deep down inside me. She explains all this to me in a way that is almost hypnotizing. But, She emphazises very strongly: Her orders will never achieve that effect if they were purely enjoyable to me. In many instances my training will involve tasks and ordeals which I will find highly objectionable or embarrassing. The more intens my submissivenes will be felt when I carry them out and the more both of us will learn.

She, on Her part, has the corresponding, extremely strong and deep desire for full and complete controll. So, if I really love Her, and want to serve Her, my task is to help Her achieve that control. It's as simple (and difficult) as that.

And the conclusion is: What possible more effeficient method is there for me to constantly feel Her dominance and control than having my sexuality controlled? If you control someone's sexuality, you control that person - completely. Gott it ?

Gosh ! I can tell for sure I gott it!

Sexual release for me - She continues - is a reward for good behavior. Once I realize that my orgasm revolves primarily around exemplary toward Her, and that it is an attainable reward, my efforts will be unflagging. See? See how silly it is to try to break the rules in the contract ? Just as silly as cheating yourself while playing patience with the cards. You either want to serve, or you don't.

Oh, She is so convincing. And when She looks at me with eyes slowly turning almost green, like a lustful cat, She scares and excites me both.... When She now and than starts interrogating me, it feels like a sudden frosty weather passing by, and I realy have to tightening up myself to keep up with Her mental challenges. And then again, She can be the warmest and loving and sensual woman alive...

But, She made it quite clear She would simply quit the whole game right there if I kept on my disobedience. If the slave is allowed to dictate when he will or will not obey, it leaves some question as to who is really in charge, doesn't it?

I was ashamed. And promised to be good slave and fully agree to these terms. What I truly feared most of all was the whole relationship to end.

However, as the days passed, I was naturally getting hornier and hornier, and started to moan and plead and beg. Then beg some more. Offer to do just about anything if only she'll let me have a release. Used lots of ice in the mornings. Get even hornier, and beg some more. Squirm. Get hornier still. But I had to admit, She was again terryfing right; I felt very strongly how I got increasingly submissive and compliant as the days ticked by. I was extra special carefully obedient to make sure She didn't add any more days on. It would be a very difficult time to get through as it was, but it wouldn't kill me.

She of course, has Her pleasures twice a day. She is a heavy sleeper, and very drowsy in the morning. She wants me to serve Her orally then, and allows me five minutes to give Her an orgasm. Whenever I fail within these minutes, another day will be added to my orgasm denial period. As can be seen, She is extremely inventiv, establishing these infamous terms, touching so to say directly my instinct of self-preservation, and making me extremely energetic when servicing Her. And I have succeeded within good margins so far..... I have learned to recognise the huge grin on Her face which clearly shows She is quite amused and contented about Her own inventiveness. It hasn't been necessary for Her to use Her nasty embrodery needle once since this started, - this painful little device She sometimes used to pin me when She found me to lazy in bed.

And at night, She normally takes the initativ and fasten my ankles together to one corner of my bed, and then cross and rope my wrists together and pull them up over my head. I am naked and helpless in my own bed, stretched out diagonally. She teases and torments me mercilessly, my hard-on raging wildly the whole time. I am moaning and my hips are bucking and coherent speech is difficult. I am a raging animal and all I want is to pounce on Her and fuck Her silly! The ropes prevent any such thing.

When She is good and ready She rubb some tabasco sauce on my cock, pull two condoms on it, and mount me. I thrust wildly into Her, my hips bucking as best they can, but I'm never able to get enough sensation through the two condoms and the burning sauce to reach my own orgasm. When I start to get close, She climbes off me for a few moments and ignore my loud roaring that almost unconscious rush out from my frustration!!! It feels so good when She climbes on and take me again, even if I am helpless beneath Her. She leanes back and ride me to an impressive orgasm for Herself, then dismount and snuggle next to me, leaving me gasping and wildly frustrated and still tightly tied.

I'm simply no more or no less then Her living dildo.

My increasing moaning about my horniness is lost on Her, and , if She has any reaction to it all, it just results in this same, huge grin on Her face.....She is merciless.

But finally, one night, She had enough of my importunity, and became visibly irritable.

- All right! you claim to have a lastingg erection, is that so ? There was this frosty, interrogating voice again.

- Oh yes, I said in a sulking tone...it is tormenting me...please...

She took a good, long look at me, I could see Her caculating...

- Get the dices and one ping-pong ball, She said.

Dices?? Ping-pong ball?? I was puzzled. How could these things have anything to do with it?

- Run! She shouted, even more irritable at the sight of my confused expression. And I did...no hesitation when carrying out an order is Her general rule, and with the memory of the cane coming back, I became real speedy, and returned with the the ball and the cup of dices we used for several board games.

- Throw one!

I did, - it came up with four digits.

- Ok, four, She said. - Then use four diices for the next throw.

I was even more puzzled, and suddenly got a creepy feeling this was not going to be an amusing game...

I threw four dices. They came up with, 2, 5, 1 and 6, adding up all together to 14.

- Very well, She said in a freezing, mallignant voice. That means 14 minutes when you are going to hold the ping-pong ball between the tip of you cock and the wall. With your ever lasting erection, that's a piece of cake, isn't it?

I was not at all convinced, but didn't answer. She went to the kitchen, and returned with the alarmclock used for boiling eggs and things like that.

- I will even help you to a flying startt, She said, took my cock, lead me over to the wall, cupped my balls with Her one hand..teased me (oh..that was good!!, my cock became glowing steel)....and placed the ball between the tip and the wall.

- Hands on your back! Then She set the cclock on 14 minutes and placed it where I could see it, and went out of my sight, I could hear Her lie down on the couch behind me, sipping coke, probably with a sly smile on Her face...

- What happens if I fail? I asked with aa trembling in my voice that I couldn't restrain.

- You wouldn't like to know, was the mallicious answer. It was not at all reassuring.

Of course everyone have long ago guessed how it went. The frightening toughts of the evil sort of punishment I probably could expect if failing, really distracted me, and to my horror I felt my cock getting flabby. I tried desperately to keep the ball in place, but you know, a ball! To keep it like that requires a constant and distinct pressure, and in only a few minutes, it dropped to the floor where the parquet produced a loud noise that sounded like the first omen for my Day of Judgement.

I didn't dare to turn, even if I would gladly give a months salary to see the expression on Her face. Was She mad? Was She simply amused?

I jumped sky-high when I suddenly heard Her low voice right behind my neck, so close I could feel Her breath. She had obviously raised from the couch and come over on cat-like paws, and I didn't doubt for a moment that She also had those cat-like, scary eyes.

- A constant, lasting, tormenting erectiion, was it? Her voice, even low as a whisper, made my spine feel like injured by frost.

I felt Her hand coming from behind grabbing my cock, waving and shaking it.

- Is this wishy-washy peace of meat whatt you call a cock?

I have never felt so humiliated. I felt like a little boy, about to start whimpering.

- This " lasting" erection wass simply a bluff, wasn't it?

I nodded, unable to speak.

- You lied then? Even if I have again annd again told you never to lie to me?

Nod again.

- And what is the content of paragraph 99 in our contract?

I was told to learn the contract by heart, so I instantaneously answered: The slave will be punished at the slightest indication of disobedience. The nature and degree of punishment is laid down by Mistress.

- Excactely !

I felt my knees starting to shake. All the horror of the paddle and the cane came back to me, I couldn't resist any more, I burst into tears and started to beg: - Please, Mistress, please, please, not the cane again !

She didn't answer, but mumbled to Herself something sounding like: "Can't have the bloody mess here in the living room, - have to find a room with a gully.....

I was about to faint. I was obviously going to end my days as something going down the drain and finally sleep with the fishes. I was ordered to fetch the handcuffs, and more or less kicked down to the cellar. Walls and floor are all rough concrete down there, and there is this ugly gully in the corner...

And there is this big hook in the ceiling, I had to stretch my arms up, and my wrists were cuffed to the hook. No need to strip me beforehand, of course..I am usually not allowed to wear clothes as long as temperatur and weather permits. I could reach the floor, standing tip-toe, so it wasn't all to uncomfortable - yet. God, was I frightened about what would happen !

On the wall hung one of these domestic fire-fighting hoses, rolled up. She took it, rolled out a couple of meters, turned on the water and adjusted the nozzle to give a fairly wide-spread shower-like jet, and sent it all over me. The iscold water was a bit of a shock the first second or two, but I'm after all used to cold showers, and started to feel a slight relief...this shouldn't be to hard....

But I had underestimated Her inventiveness. This was only the 'warm up.' The nozzles on these hoses can be adjusted over the whole range from a wide-spread umbrella-like gush, to a sharp, compressed water jet having the same effect as a drill if it's kept steady on one spot.

And now She adjusted it with a sligthly sadistic grin on Her face, and the water-jet became more and more biting as it narrowed...it was no fun any longer, and I started to gasp, wiggle and beg for mercy...but, as with my last punishment, She didn't give me any.

- Lets dance ! She said, narrowed the noozzle even more so it felt like a whip, and aimed directly at my jewels. Now it rellay became horrifying.... Every time She hit, it was devilishly painful, and I was forced to wriggle, jump, squirm, twist and kick about while yellowing, screaming and begging...I must have looked like the jumping jack of the century...and She laughed and laughed...!

Then..ohhhhh..She turned the nozzle to give this light gush again...what a relief, ...even if I now was bitterly cold, shivering and goosey all over. But She continued to walk around me, making certain I was soaking wet on every square inch.

- Tell me what you would do for me to sttop and allow you a big, warm and dry towel, She asked.

- Anything, I responded, gasping.

She became real furious !

- That's the laziest answer I'v ever heaard! I want some creativness !!

She turned the nozzle to its fully clockwise position. This produced a very sharp, extremely high pressure water-jet, with a nasty, whistling sound; but to my relief, She didn't aim at me - yet...

The water suddenly stopped. She had bent the hose and double-folded it.

- Now watch, She said, and aimed at an eempty beer can in the corner, quickly unfolded the hose, and just as quickly double-folded it again. A single water-jet shot came out and hit the can. She could just as well used a pistol. The can flew through the room, and ended up in another corner, completely smashed...

I didn't feel any cold any longer. I was horror-struck, and couldn't think. She wasn't going to.... She didn't mean to...??

She squatted down, well out of my reach, aimed the nozzle at my balls, and said in Her most malicious voice:

- I will count to five. If you haven't ccome up with a real creative answer by then, I'will shoot your balls right off. And you will never be bothered by horniness any more.

I almost screamed:

- I will use my safeword!!!

She got this huge, sadistic grin on Her face again.

- Suppose you don't have a safeword any longer, little boy !

Now I really screamed:

- What ???

- One ! She said.

I couldn't think. I couldn't even scream any more, but bursted into tears like a helpless child.

-Two! She said.

To be continued.....