Page 18 of Be Careful What You Wish For

‘There is nothing essentially wrong with you that a good diet and healthy lifestyle won’t sort out. As you lose weight you’ll feel more confident and certain about yourself.’

‘Can I ask why you needed to examine me in that way? Like a doctor, I mean?’

He smiled at the worry lines creasing her face. ‘We need to be sure you have no alcohol or drug abuse in your system, which we would have to deal with first. There was also the chance you sustained a hidden injury in your past abusive life needing to be worked on. But you’re fine. You simply need to let go, and to trust.’

She sighed.

‘We will need to conduct that same examination again to make absolutely sure your body remains well and active, and that the diet is working for you. Now...’ he pulled her round to face him, straightening her shoulders, pushing her hands down by her side, ‘we’re going to work on learning a couple of positions before I leave you with your task for the day. Tomorrow there will be time for more. Now, kneel before me and bend yourself close to the floor with your head touching the carpet. Keep your legs well apart, arms outstretched and hands open. This is the submissive position, one you will adopt when either I or Master enters the room.’

She knelt in the way he instructed. As she bent, forehead touching the floor, she felt his hands once more on her body.

‘Arch your back so your bottom lifts from the floor.’

He pulled her cheeks apart, and despite her frantic wriggling, held her firm while he gradually encouraged a large plug into her anus. She could feel it swelling within, and she had no idea how she was to go to the toilet.

‘Now stand and face me, hands behind your head, feet well apart... and whatever you do, don’t let the plug fall out or there will be trouble.’

The plug felt firmly wedged, until she began to move. Then it was just as if her body were trying to repel it. Gingerly she moved with more care, squeezing her bottom cheeks together, willing it to remain in place. And again she took up the position as instructed.

‘This means you have been instructed to present yourself. Stand up straight and tall, stretch those muscles. Head up. Look straight ahead and never at the Master.’

Hands moved immediately between her legs to insert a plug between the lips of her labia. Then he stood facing her, nipple clamps in hand. Cupping her breasts one by one he tweaked the nipple, placing a clamp firmly over each. Ooooh, how it hurt! It hurt like crazy! Her breasts were tender where he held them firm, especially the left where the nipple remained inverted until he coaxed and bullied it out.

‘You will wear these tonight. You will not attempt to remove them or you will be punished. Is that clear? Your body is in training, and over the next few months will be pushed to its limits to find just how far it can go, and then beyond.’

He laughed as he caught the agonised look on her face.

‘Yes, you wanted to be a slave. Now you are beginning to learn exactly what that means. But don’t worry; it won’t all happen at once, although you need to be warned and prepared. You are special. Remember that always over this period. You are under our protection, our guidance, our love. Control, instruct, cherish. No harm will come to you. I promise. However, the journey will not always be an easy one, as you are just beginning to find out.’

He laughed again, but she was reassured in part at least. The words she’d wanted to hear had been said. She needed guidance and protection and love. If this is what it took, then so be it. No pain, no gain. Isn’t that what people said? But it was hard to reconcile herself to the uncomfortable clamps and plugs that hugged her body, plying it to their will.

‘Now I leave you to rest. Before morning I need you to complete this “playlist”. It offers an indication of postures and positions which are difficult for you, those which you have tried, those which you have not, and their effects.’

He left then, and she poured another drink, carrying it to the window where beyond the sea beckoned. Like a sheet of glass it mirrored the mountains on either side.

She longed to become a part of the tranquil scene. But she was tired. It was late. And again she was uncomfortably aware of her nakedness and the discomfort in her bottom. She perched on a chair to read through the list of instructions, and to pencil her comments at the side.

Slave In Training

Playlist for Slave

You will read through the list only once, writing beside each your immediate response to what has been suggested to you, together with comments, concerns and fears. At the same time you will mark the suggested play item between 0-5 according to whether or not it is an enjoyable experience to you. A question mark will mean you do not know what the item is attempting to describe. ‘N/a’ will indicate that you have never taken part before, followed by a number between 0-5 as to how much you might desire to. There is intentionally some overlap between categories.

The instructions were clear, and the playlist continued over three or four pages with enough space left for her writing. Marked in alphabetical order, it provided a comprehensive list of activities for a slave in training.

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine. She began to read through the list, marking each, one at a time, focusing completely on the activity described.

Abrasion

Age play

Anal sex

Anal plugs (small)

Anal plugs (large)

Anal plug (public, under clothes)

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