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Here's a story I found on a Macintosh BBS. I hope some of you
enjoy it. If there are any comments or you would like to send
something back...please feel free. Please make any comments
constructive!!
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This is how I met my first Mistress, and how I came to be a
submissive slave for the first time (the true story of my first
obedience training lessons). My first submission -- that has lasted
two days.

I was a typical heterosexual male, age 30, ordinary. I was
attending an office party, after work in a nearby bar. The kind of
party you must go to -- not because you want to enjoy the party --
but because it would not be a wise career move if you don't
attend. Enduring the trite conversation, sipping my drink I was
approached by a young women -- striking looks, beautiful long
black hair -- who asked me the time. Nothing more. But I
initiated some trite conversation with her (I had plenty of trite
conversation practice from talking with my co-workers).

We chatted for a while, nothing serious. But I asked her if she
would like to stay and have dinner in the restaurant upstairs.
She looked at me, seemed to consider the offer, then matter-of-
factly said RNo thank you. I don't believe you are my type of
man. Otherwise, I She seemed to make a sort of sinister laugh, in
a suppressed sort of way. I asked her what she meant. I was
somewhat hurt, but mostly intrigued because her demeanor
seemed to beg me to ask her for an explanation). She told me I
like men who do what they are told -- what I tell them to do. I
am very demanding. n are often things that I own.

Boy, did this conversation take a wild turn! She proceeded to tell
meat she was a Dominant Mistress and that she liked to train
male slaves. She spoke carefully, worried, as if she were trying
not to shock me -- or trying to see if I was intrigued. I was
intrigued. I played into her story and her interest grew. Two
hours of conversation went by -- and I needn't tell you what we
discussed, because I am about to tell you that we acted it all out!
Suffice to say that although I wasn't really a believer, I accepted
her invitation to a training session scheduled for the weekend.
Hey, I was horny from all this talk!

Here is what happened.

She came by my apartment to pick me up on Friday night.
Dressed to kill, too. Tight jeans, black leather jacket, tight t-type
shirt, pearl necklace. And I could see that she was not wearing a
bra -- nice erect nipples, very pert. She was stunning.

We got in her car and drove to a suburb, a typical street, an
ordinary single family home. We got out of the car and she led
me into the garage -- the garage door was up, but no lights were
on. I could see only because it was a clear night. She leaned up
close to me, kissed me, and told me that this was where the train
would begin. Did I still want to go through with it? I said that I
did (still horny). I was wonder where we were, whose house this
was, and why we were here in their garage -- I asked her. She
said again This is where the training begins and you are asking
too many questions. My slaves do not speak, they're usually
gagged. Open your mouth. And she placed a rubbery/plastic ball
gag in my mouth with straps that went around my head. She
tightened up the straps. I couldn't make a sound. Getting weird, I
thought (but still horny).

Well, it got weirder. Then she said From no on, you will come to
know me as Mistress Kim. I am your owner. Now take off your
shirt. I want you bare-chested. I stripped off my shirt as she felt
my chest with her hands. Now, I want you to place your hands
behind your back. I am going to handcuff your hands together.
OK? I nodded affirmation, but I couldn't believe that she had
handcuffs in her purse. She did! She cuffed me.

Now, we are going to go inside the house. But first, I am going to
remove your pants and underwear. You see, slave trainees are
always expected to be naked. She stripped me completely. I was
standing there naked, my cock displayed in the moonlight --
with my hands cuffed behind me. I couldn't believe this was
happening. We were going into the house with me naked?

Yes. Sled me back outside the garage and up the main walk to
the front door of the house. I couldn't believe this -- I was naked
and outside! She rang the doorbell. It was answered by a woman
who seemed to take all of this as normal. Hi, Kim. I see you have
a new trainee. Come on in! We entered and what I saw I had
trouble believing. Not to mention I was extremely embarrassed
at being naked with a ball in my mouth and handcuffs on. We
entered a living room area and what I saw was seven or eight
fully clothed women standing in the front of the room, and four
men, completely naked, handcuffed, gagged, and kneeling in a
straight line (side by side) in front of the women. Kim led me to
the kneeling men and pushed me to my knees alongside them.
Then, Kim went to speak with the other women. I waited.
Nervous.

The hostess -- the woman who answered the door, whom I
considered the hostess -- suddenly spoke out rather loudly. All
right ladies, let's get started! We have much to do. We have five
new trainees tonight and their is a lot of work ahead of us. Then
turning to the kneeling men and me, she said Slaves! Pussies!
Little Whores! Tonight your training. You must prove
yourselves worthy of the mistresses here! I am the Chief
Training Instructor -- Mistress Angela. I glanced over at the
other men. Very embarrassing. Had they ever been here bee?

Mistress Angela continued Mistresses, ready your trainees.S Each
man was approached by one ss, I was approached by Kim. Kim
sat down in front of me. The other women sat down in front of
each of their trainees. Mistress Angela walked behind the line of
men, and with the help of the other mistresses, began to tie our
ankles together. I felt a rope tighten around my ankles. I looked
at Kim, but she just smiled. I was completely tied up! Then Kim
took out what looked like a dog collar from behind her and she
strapped it around my cock and ball. It was a dog collar. It was
pink with rhinestones. Kim tightened it around my cock and
balls. Very tight. Then she stood up in front of me and attached a
leash to the dog collar! The other men were treated similarly.

Angela spoke. OK, trainees. Your first lesson is in obedience.
You'll be trained to follow the leash. I hope you can keep up.
Lets start with Kims slave. The r you watch and learn! Kim
pulled roughly on my leash -- pulling on my cock and balls. I
had to fol as best I could, even though my ankles were tied, and
my hands were cuffed behind my back. I walked on my knees,
following Kim around the room as fast as I could. One of the
women thought I was too slow, and she was whipping my ass
with a belt to speed me up! This was real! The other men
watched. I fell over once, on my side, but Kim just kept pulling.
My cock would have been pulled off if I hadn't been able to
jump back onto my knees in time!

Finally, I was led to a central position, facing the other men,
kneeling. Mistress Angela said You will learn the punishments
for disobedience. I hope you will never be disobedient Mistress
Kim attached clothespins to my nipples. Ouch! Then she
attached small weights to the clothespins and gave them a
swing! Behind me, I could feel something poking at my asshole -
- then entering. I think it was some sort of dildo. It went in tight
and deep. And stayed there. Then Mistress Kim, looking at me,
was handed a very thick black belt -- and I knew what was going
to happen. She stood beside me and began to whip my ass over
and over and over. I couldn't cry out, but I wanted to.