Slave Training
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This is one of my favorite fantasies that I replay over and over again in my mind when I have some “special” alone time in the tub that Paulo bought me. It definitely sends tingles down my spine (and a few other areas, lol!)
The private jet that picked me up for the conference in Belize was late; and I hate having to wait. I called the number given to me on the card, but all I was told by the bitch on the other end was that they still had to refuel the plane and get it ready for the trip. That set the rest of the mood for the flight. I should have been happy, but having to go alone with out any playmates put me in a sour mood. An entire week in a hotel room with no one to fuck - what a waste!
We took off from Miami and got out over open water. The hum and the empty passenger compartment made me sleepy. I awoke to the plane descending - “good,” I said to myself “we must be there.” I gathered my purse and laptop bag, and after we landed, the pilot opened the door to a very provincial airstrip. Honestly, I was put off - here I was waiting to go to an international hotel full of powerful business executives, and yet it seemed like we landed in the middle of nowhere!
A young man with slicked back hair walked up to the jet and handed me a wax-sealed envelope. I opened it and it read: “Sweetheart, the boys and I decided you needed a break. Enjoy this week at the Island, we’ve got everything paid for. But if you want to come home, the plane will bring you back. You just have to tell the pilot what to do. Love, Petra.”
I was angry, but also curious what this mysterious Island had in store for me. Petra was always a kinky girlfriend; I loved the way she always licked me like she was starving to death. I imagined this “Island” to be kinky. I had no idea what awaited me!
When I got to my room, I was shocked - no furniture, no windows - only a mattress in the corner. I turned to protest, but the door slammed shut behind me! A piece of paper slid under the door, and all that was written on it was: “the safe word is ‘yellow’.” I had no idea what was in store for me, but I was soon to learn that every minute was scheduled out for me.
Fifteen minutes after I arrived, I met “Mistress Alberta” - a big woman who opened my door and simply said: “it is time for the slaves to be washed.” I stood their mutely until she ordered two men dressed in leather thongs to take me by the arms. They drug me down the hall, followed by Mistress Alberta to the elevator, and pushed the e4 button. When the elevator door opened, we were standing in a basement, with two bare bulbs hanging in the cement cavern. “Strip” she ordered simply, and I obeyed, getting completely naked. She then said ’spot’, pointing her crop to a taped ‘X’ on the floor. I moved in position, and one of the men, clamped me in place. “Leave” she ordered the men, and they dutifully obeyed.
Mistress Alberta carefully laid her riding crop down on a chair, and picked up a garden hose, casually pointed it at me, and sprayed my naked and bound form. FUCK - it was cold and it stimulating, and I yipped instinctively. She didn’t like that, so she focused the spray right on my clit. Now I masturbate all the time with my shower head at home, but this felt 100 times more powerful. It hurt, but it felt GOOD- I couldn’t say no. And this woman, who looked almost like a school principal, was expertly using this spray to stimulate me. I felt degraded, I felt dirty, and I felt like CUMMING! So I did.
But I learned that wasn’t how a good slave was supposed to do things. We were only allowed to come when our masters or mistresses said we could. “Bad girls get the dunk tank” she said, turning off the hose, much to my disappointment. She unbound me and almost gently walked me over to an over sized aquarium, with a complex frame fixed to the top. “Lay down like a good slave girl.” She said, swatting my wet ass and making me jump. Her hands were strong, probably from years of discipline, and I wasn’t about to test her strength. I laid down facing the water, nervous about what was coming next.
“Good slaves only cummy when they are told. You’ve been a bad bad slave, haven’t you?” She rhetorically questioned me as she grabbed the back of my neck and plunged my face into the water. Every instinct in me screamed to struggle, but I knew my well being was in her hands. I held my breath until my lungs burned, and she pulled my face up as I gasped for air.
She trained me for another three hours that day, and by the end, I was exhausted. But she knew my real limits, and when they were reached, she led me to my room, opened the door, and put me to bed. She had really given it to me.
Each day was different, and each day was totally sexually amazing. Things I had never dreamed of doing, nerves I had never thought of as sexual were stimulated until I thought the universe would shatter. My orgasms were unspeakably good - almost the entire seven days was one long orgasm. In this dark dream I learned to serve, I learned to surrender. I learned to be a slave and how empowering it is to give up myself completely to someone. It is one of my favorite fantasies.
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