From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Jan 06 23:08:36 1997
My Training weekend - Part/1
Well it all started over a simple mistake that I should have known better
then to make. But as it turned out I was more interested in myself then what
would happen because of it. And I soon learned the errors of my ways.
The work week ended early Friday so I was ablt to get home a few hours
before I normally did. I had not planed on getting off work early, but sense I
did it seemed to make every thing start that much sooner and would also make it
last that much longer. That was the only thing that seemed to be out of place -
a longer then normal work break.
As I walked through the door I was imedately asked what I was doing home? I
explained that I was finished for the week and the rest of it was for myself.
The house guest that lives with me {snaped} and said not so fast. Your MASTER
called and gave me some very pacific instructions for you when you arrived. I
was told that you were not due until around five, but sense your here we might
as well get started.
As you see I am a submissive and have a part time MASTER, but now with a
full time assistant. So even though I was some what surprised, I still went
ahead and ask what she wanted. She asked what if any plans I had for the
weekend, I told her of a planed meeting and coffee for Saturday. She asked if I
could cancel it, and I said that I thought that I could. So I was told to do
just that! After clearing my schedual of every thing until Monday I was ordered
to strip down. I started to leave and go to my room and take every thing off as
I normally did after work. But as I attempted to leave she {snaped} again and
asked (where do you think your going)? I said to my room to change! Not so
fast I want you to strip right here, and then I will decide if you can leave.
So I did!
Once I was out of my cloths she told me to spread my feet apart and raise my
arms as she wanted to look me over. So as expected I did just what she
commanded. It was obivious now that she was intending to be in full charge of
at least the rest of the day, and I had better get use to it.
When she had finished looking me over to her satisfaction, she asked when I
last ate? I told her at dinner, and she just said (fine). She told me to stand
where I was as she left down the hall. She came back with my good old red water
bottle and all the little things that went with it. She handed them to me and
told me to go and get my self cleaned out, good and clean. When I thought that
I was I was to call her and have her come and check. Well this took about an
hour as I had done it many time before, so I was getting rather good at it.
Once I had felt that I was finished I leaned out the door of the bathroom and
called for her. She entered the bathroom and asked where my last discharge was?
I said that I had flushed it after I finished! She {snaped} how in the hell do
you expect me to know if your finished when you didn't leave me any thing to
look at? I said that I assumed that she would take my word for it as I done it
so many times before. Well she {snaped} again and told me that SHE was not
taking any thing for granted. Then she told me to fill the bag and fill my self
up, and hold it until she returned. I did just that and sat and waited and
waited. When she arrived she told me to stand, and as I did I realized just how
long I had been holding the enema. As I got up the cramps hit me and I just
about doubled over with stomac pains. But I did stand as stright as I could.
She said that I had better stand up stright or I would hold the water until
christmas. It was a real strain, but I managed to stand up stright enough so
that she was satisfied. She then told me to sit and let it out, and do not
flush it away or we would do it again.
As I sat down it just seemed to come out and I could do nothing to either
hold it back or slow it down. But damn it felt so good to get that pressure out
of me! Once I was about finished she told me to stand and let her look, I did.
She smiled and said that I was right I was good and giving my self a good
cleaning, and to finish letting the rest out.
Then I was to take a warm shower and come back into the living room for
further instructions.
It took about fifteen or twenty minutes for me to finish with what she
wanted done, and to dry off. As I walked down the hall I could see her sitting
in a chair reading some thing on a piece of paper. When I entered the room I
walked over to where she was, and stood in front of her (I assumed that this is
what she wanted). She ordered me to kneel in front of her, and every time from
now on when I was naked I would kneel in front of her unless I was told
different. At this point I had a stuned look on my face, but I did just as she
commanded. Once I was on my knees and looking up at her she told me to put my
hand together behind my back and just stay there. Well I did and didn't move
until she finished reading what ever it was that she was reading.
When she was finished she told me to go and get my waste belt and leather
cuffs. I got up and proceed to the den where they were kept. At this point I
started to wonder what was on that paper as I did know she even knew about any
of the leather items that were in the house. As you see at this point she had
only been living with me for just under a week, and there were NO signs of her
having looked around. When I returned with what she had requested I handed them
to her. She looked them over for a minute as if tring to figure out just how
they worked, but I think she was a fast learner. She told me to turn around and
after I did she placed the belt around my waste and buckled it tight behing my
back. Then she had me turn back around and put a padded cuff on each wrist.
She looked for the short leather straps that I had brought with it, and when she
found them she finished fastening the cuffs to the belt. There I was naked and
in a waste belt so that I could not use my hands or arms at all.
She then ordered me to take her to where the rest of the leather gear was
at. Once we were in the den I told her where to look as I was not in any
position to point. She went over to the chest and opened it. As she looked
inside she got this smile on her face just about the time she said (wow what a
selection). She reached into the chest and came out with a set of leg shackles
and held the up in front of her. She asked where the key was, and I told her
that MASTER had it. She asked if there was an extra key? I said yes but that I
didn't know where it was, I said that it was in the house some place though.
Then she said that this was what she was looking for and walked over toward me.
She knelt down and commenced to put the shackles on me. As she was fastening
the last one on I asked her what she was intending to do. She {snaped} at me
saying that I was not to talk unless I was asked a question or told to. So I
didn't get my answer, but I did get told my place. At this point I was in NO
position to argue with her for what ever reason, and I didn't intend to either.
She walked back into the living room and told me to follow her. As she sat
back down in the easy chair she called me over, and when I was in front of her I
just stood there. She reached out and shoved me back a little and stood up with
a funny look on her face. What did I tell you she {snaped} as looked into my
eyes? I siad that I didn't remember, and she then repeated her instructions. I
told you that when you were in front of me you would kneel, did I?
I answered YES!
So why didn't you kneel?
I answered (I forgot)!
She {snaped} I FORGOT what?
I just stood there not knowing what to say next, so I figured that I would
not say any thing. That is when she {snaped} again: FORGOT what?
I still didn't say any thing - but she came back with the answer. From now
on when I addressed her I would refer to her as MISTRESS, and if I didn't I
would surely regret it.
Well not I understood what was happening and I kind of had a good idea of
what was going to happen. As you see in the past my MASTER was not able to
spend that much time with me and there for I was not totally under his control.
But as it now appeared he had aquired an assistant that was going to handle and
control me while he was away. This idea I was not overly fond of, but under the
present conditions what choice did I have?
Well she sat back down and told me to come to her. When I wa in front of
her I imediately got down on my knees and looked up at her waiting for her next
command. She just sat back and didn't say a word, until she told me to go and
get her a soda from the refrigator. I got up and went to the kitchen to get her
one, needless to say it was not easy. But I managed to get it and brought it to
her, unopened. She looked at me and {snaped}, what am I going to do with this?
I didn't answer, I just stood there. She handed it back to me and told me to
open it! As I was holding it in my hand all that I could think about was HOW.
I asked her if I could speak, and she granted me permission. At that point I
told her that I didn't think that I could open it for her in my present
condition, and she replyed that I had better find a way - QUICK.
I started thinking as fast as I could and the only way that I could come up
with was to put it between my legs and hold it while I used one hand to open it.
So as I placed it between my legs (boy it was cold) I sqeezed my legs closed and
pulled one hand around and unscreewed the cap. After I had the cap off I grabed
the bottle and stood back up handing it to her. She was still sitting and
commenced to take a few sips from it. The she reached out and handed it back to
me. She told me to put the caps back on it and put it back in the refrigator
until later.
This I knew was not going to be easy. I first had to pick up the cap and
hold it while I placed the bottle back between my legs. I was able to do that
and I was able to get the cap started finally. Once I had the bottle closed and
started to go put it away, she called me. She said that she wanted one more
drink before I put it up. So I had to do every thing over again and hand it to
her open. It must have took thirty minutes for her to just get three or four
drinks out of it, but what did she care?
It was now late in the afternoon and she had been some what easy on me sense
the soda routine. But now it was time for supper and she went and fixed her a
sandwich. At the same time she fixed me a bowl of chichen soup and set it on
the floor. I looked at her and wondered what was next? She instructed me to
come over to her and eat my supper. I knew better to ask how, so I just got
down on my knees again and did the best that I could to get the soup out of the
bowl. I was kind of hungry so I got as much as I could before she picked it up.
She looked over at me and said in a sarcastic voice - we don't want you to get
to full now do we? I didn't know what she ment, but my mind was running guess
after guess, and none of them I liked.
She went back into the living room and sat back down it what appeared now to
be her favorite chair. She called for me as I expected, and I came and assumed
the proper position. She looked down at me and said that we were going to wait
now until my MASTER arrived. She said that he was due around seven and had
several surprises for me.
To Be Continued -> END Part/1
