Chapter 8 - Training Continues
After I finished cleaning Mistress’ pussy from our delightful session on the big brass bed, she seemed very pleased with me. She told me that, provided I remained as obedient as I had been that day, I would not have to be a puppy dog any more, at least not for the present.
"No more sleeping in the doggie cage, Mistress?" I asked.
"Not unless we need to refresh your obedience training lessons, li’l one," she replied.
I was very pleased to hear this. Sleeping on the bed would be so much more comfortable than on the thin pad in that cage.
"Now, slave Arch, it’s time for you to get yourself cleaned up. There is work to be done, and your training must continue. Get into the bathroom and take a shower. I will be back for you in a little while."
"Yes, Mistress." I went directly to the bathroom, closing the door.
Immediately the door was opened behind me. "You will not close this door without my permission, Arch!" Mistress scolded.
"Sorry, Mistress. I didn’t know, Mistress."
"Well, now you know!"
"Yes, Ma’am. May I close the door, Ma’am?"
"No, you may not! I have told you previously, so far as you are concerned, there is no privacy here. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Now, get cleaned up. I’ll be back for you."
"Yes, Mistress." As she left the room, I availed myself of the toilet, then removed my ankle and wrist strapsI could not remove my collar, because it was secured by the little padlockand turned on the shower. The warm water felt so soothing. I lathered my head with soap. It felt very strange to feel only bare scalp there. As I continued to lather the rest of my body, I began to think about all that had taken place since I first was ushered into the office of ‘Ms. Stella Smith’, if that’s what her name really is. What ever her name is, I thought, she is now Mistress Stella to meat least until I can find some way to get out of this rediculous situation I find myself in.
I thought about how much different I must look, with my head and body completely shaved, and with a collar locked around my neck and a steel ring around my cock and balls. As I was thinking about that, unconsciously, I held my cock in my hand and began to rub it. The warm lather felt so good, and it made me think about the exciting feeling of Mistress’s velvet cunt sliding up and down on it. In spite of the fact that I’d had an orgasm just a little while ago, it began to get hard again. With warm water running over my body, and my slick, hard cock in my hand, I relaxed, stroking it and loosing all consciousness of where I was and what I was doingor supposed to be doing.
Suddenly, I heard Mistress’s voice not three feet from me. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shouted. "ARE YOU PLAYING WITH MY PHALLUS? YOU DON’T HAVE PERMISSION TO PLAY WITH THAT COCK! I’TS MINE, AND YOU DON’T PLAY WITH IT UNLESS I SAY YOU CAN!"
I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know what to say or do. I let go of my hard prick and stood there staring at her. Water from the shower was cascading over me, and my cock, covered with soapy lather, was pointed straight at her. "I’m sorry, Mistress…I didn’t know, Mistress…I didn’t realize what I was doing, Mistress…I…I…"
"I see you must be taught a lesson, slave. You will be punished for this. Perhaps then you will ‘know’ and you will ‘realize’ what you are doing."
"I’m sorry, Mistress," I said, contritely.
"I’m going to make sure you are sorry," Mistress declared.
"But Mistress, it wasn’t intentional…and I didn’t realize I was doing something wrong. I won’t do it again," I said, hoping she would relent about whatever punishment she had in mind.
"Arch, here punishment for any infraction is administered the first time the infraction occurs and each and every time thereafter. You will be told ahead of time what that punishment will be and when it will be administered. That way, you will have an opportunity to think about the punishment to come and the reason for it. You will be expected to present yourself for punishment at the appointed time and in the appropriate manner. On this occasion your punishment will be five strokes of the strap across your butt. After you have finished cleaning up and getting yourself dried off and your wrist and ankle straps back on, you will come to me and tell me you are ready for your punishment. Is that clear? Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, I understand," I said, looking down at the floor.
Without saying another word, Mistress left the room.
I rinsed the soapy lather off my body and dried myself slowly, wanting to delay the inevitable as long as possible. Then I realized that, because the punishment was inevitable, delaying it just gave me more time to think about it. That was punishment in itself. Finally, I realized that, by telling me what the punishment would be then setting it for some time in the future, Mistress intended to make me fearful by giving me time to dwell on it. I hurried to finish what I was doing and quickly put my wrist and ankle straps on. Then I set out to find Mistress Stella and get the punishment behind meso to speak.
I found her in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table drinking coffee and talking to Mistress Aurora. They were laughing, and I wondered whether it was at my expense. The only thing I heard was Mistress Stella saying, "…and we’ll have to have Luna test him." Then they laughed again. I wondered what that meant.
I cleared my throat, and, when they looked at me, I said, "Here I am, Mistress."
"Yes, Arch? You have something to say to me?" Mistress Stella said.
I swallowed hard and replied, "Yes, Mistress. I’m ready for my punishment."
"Very good, li’l one." She stood up. To Mistress Aurora she said, "Please excuse me. I must attend to the training of my slave." Then to me she said, pointing to her strap, which was hanging in its usual place by the door, "Bring my strap and come with me, my naughty boy."
Carrying the instrument of my punishment, I followed her back to my bedroomI was now thinking of it as that. As soon as we entered the room she ordered me, "Kneel at the spanking bench and lie flat on top of it."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, still holding the strap. Attached to the legs at one end of the bench were two padded kneeling posts. They were just at the right height so that, when I knelt on them, I could bend forward and lie horizontally on top. Because of the position of the kneeling posts, my thighs were spread and the tops of them pressed firmly against the end of the bench. There was even a ‘U’-shaped notch to accommodate my cock and balls, letting them hang freely. I assumed the position, as instructed.
"Hand me my strap," Mistress commanded. When I had handed it to her, she caressed the cheeks of my ass with her hand. As she did so, she said, "Now, Arch, extend your arms straight above your head and lie still. Count each stroke aloud so I can hear youand thank me for each stroke as it is administered. It is, after all, being administered for your education and improvement, and you should appreciate it."
"Are you ready?"
With that, she drew her arm far back and swung the strap forcefully. THWAAACK.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," I screamed. I rose straight up and grabbed my ass with both hands.
"Oh dear, Arch, I see you will have to be restrained. Lie back down on the bench…NOW!"
"Yes, Mistress." I lay back down and again extended my arms.
Mistress went to the cupboard, opened a door, and got a long leather belt. She brought it to the spanking bench, and, passing it underneath, buckled it over my back just below my shoulders. "Now, we shall start again," she said. "Don’t for get to count the strokes, my naughty slave. She drew her arm back and delivered another blow. THWAAAACK.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH," I screamed again and strained against the belt, followed by, "Two. Thank you, Mistress."
Again, Mistress caressed my ass as she said, "Dear, dear, dear, Arch. Don’t you understand when I said ‘we shall start again’ that meant the count starts at ‘one’, not ‘two’. Besides, I have yet to hear you count ‘one’, nor to thank me for that stroke. Now…we shall start again!"
Again she drew back…THWAAAACK.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. One. Thank you, Mistress."
"Good boy, Arch." THWAAAACK.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Two. Thank you, Mistress."
"There you go." THWAAAACK.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Three. Thank you, Mistress." My ass was on fire.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Four. Thank you, Mistress."
"Good boy. Last one, Arch." I felt the palm of her hand again caressing my ass. She was taunting me. "Are you ready, my slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, wishing she would just get it over with.
Silence. Nothing. Waiting for the last blow was excruciating. Finally…after what seemed an interminable time…THWAAAACK.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Five. Oh god, thank you, Mistress."
Then, playfully, she reached between my legs with the strap and tapped on my balls. "That should help you to remember that all this is mine, and you must have my permission to play with it." Mercifully, before she released me from the bench, Mistress rubbed cool, soothing, lotion on my flaming butt. After that she released me.
As I got up off the spanking bench, she immediately noticed, and I realized for the first time, that my cock was rigid as a pole. She laughed aloud. Sitting on a soft chair, she beckoned to me. "My god, slave, you are a pain slut! Come here, li’l one and kneel beside me." When I was on my knees beside her, she clutched my head to her breast. Holding it there, she gently kissed my naked skull. It was then that I realized she was growing fond of meand I of her. She held me in this manner for some time, saying nothing and gently rubbing my back. When my cock and I were fully relaxed and the fire on my ass had diminished to dull heat, she said, "Alright, Arch, get your new clothes on and come to me in the kitchen." She kissed the top of my head again, released me, and left the room.
I put on my new harness, dutifully attaching the bottom strap to my cock and ball ring. Then I pulled on the little leather thong and stepped into my sandals. I decided I liked the thong because, at the present time, it felt good to have nothing touching the cheeks of my sore ass.
When I entered the kitchen Mistress Stella was again sitting at the table chatting with Mistress Aurora. "I’m here, Mistress," I said.
"Good boy, Arch. I’m sure you remember Mistress Aurora."
"Oh yes, Ma’am!" I said, smiling and thinking to myself about being introduced to her as Mistress Stella’s puppy. "How are you today, Mistress?" I inquired of Mistress Aurora.
"Very well, slave Arch, and you?" she replied, smiling.
"Quite well, Mistress."
"You look quite well, with your new hair do and those new slave clothes," she said, teasingly. "Do a turn for me so I can get the full effect."
"Yes, Ma’am." Slowly, I made a complete turn for her.
"Very nice, slave…nice ass…and I like the lovely glow it has," she said, referring to my still red butt. She laughed uproariously. She had a loud laugh, and it was evident she liked to use it.
"I love that clean-shaven look," Mistress Stella observed, "and he ‘shines’ up so well."
"He certainly does," Aurora agreed, laughing again.
Then Mistress Stella looked at me and said, "Alright, my slave, your training continues. Do you remember what stage I told you we are in now?"
"Yes, Mistress. You said it is the ‘servitude’ stage."
"That’s right. Did you enjoy the first services you learned to perform?" she asked, grinning at Mistress Aurora.
More loud laughter from Mistress Aurora.
"Oh yes, Mistress!" I answered, also grinning.
"Good! Now let’s see how much you enjoy the next stage. Do you know how to cook, or do I need to teach you?"
"I think I can cook reasonably well, Mistress, and it would be a pleasure to cook for you," I responded sincerely.
"Good boy! You may get started immediately. Aurora and I are hungry, and I know you haven’t eaten, so you must be hungry too. Go to the fridge and see what you can find to prepare for us. If you have any questions…if there is anything you need…ask me."
"Oh, and, Arch, take off those sandals. Here in the house you are to go barefooted. The sandals are only for when we go out."
"Yes, Mistress." I slipped off the sandals and placed them out of the way.
Aurora said, "Stella, I think you should have him take off the thong too. Don’t you think that would be entertaining?" Again she laughed loudly.
"Indeed," Mistress Stella replied, grinning. "Arch, do as she suggests."
"Yes Mistress." I lowered my thong and stepped out of it, putting it with my sandals.
"Oh yes, that’s lovely," Mistress Aurora commented, with that laugh again
In the fridge I found a whole chicken, some potatoes, and some green beans. I figured I could make an acceptable meal with those items, so I began to look through the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen to see what cooking utensils were available. In no time I had found pots, pans, skillets, bowls, and everything else I thought I would need. I found a good knife with which to cut up the chicken, and a large skillet in which to cook it. I planned to make fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and lightly sautéed green beans. I hoped I would find a nice bottle of wine to go with the meal. I set to work and the Mistresses sat and watched. In a short time I became so engrossed in my cooking that I forgot I was nakedexcept, of course, for the various leather items I had on, which didn’t cover me in any significant way.
While I was busy cooking, the Mistresses sat watching me and chatting with each other. I was aware that, at least in part, they were talking about me, but I was too busy to pay attention to what they were saying. Mistress Aurora laughed frequently. Obviously, the laughter was part of her personality. Mistress Stella frequently laughed with her, but in a quieter way. While the chicken was sizzling in the pan and the potatoes were gently boiling, I found the dinner plates and table service. I proceeded to get together place settings for two and I took them to the table where the Mistresses were sitting. As I set the dinner ware in front of them, Mistress Stella asked, "Where is your place setting, Arch?"
I was surprised at the question. "Where should it be, Mistress?" I asked.
"Here at the table, of course," was her response.
"I didn’t think you would permit a slave to eat with you, Ma’am," I answered, surprised.
"Arch! Of course you shall eat with us! Don’t you understand yet? We don’t hate men. We love them…and we love their company. It’s just that we can run things so much better than they can. We have made slaves of them to keep our world running smoothly and as we want it to run. Men are an integral part of that, but on our terms. So set yourself a place here."
Mistress Aurora laughed again, and I was startled when she reached out quickly and grabbed my cock. Pulling on it, she said, "We certainly do like men! We have so many uses for them!" Again the loud laugh. She continued to grip my cock tightly as she grinned at Mistress Stella and asked, "Does he know how to use this thing? If he does, I might eat it for dessert."
They both laughed loudly and I laughed with them. Then Mistress Stella said, "We’ll see about that later. Right now you’d better let him go so he can finish cooking our dinner."
I checked the chicken, turning a few pieces so they would brown evenly, checked the potatoes, and started heating water to blanche the beans a bit before I finished them in the sauté pan. Then I got a place setting for myself and took it to the table. I set it near Mistress Stella, staying as far away from Mistress Aurora as I could because I didn’t know what she might grab next. As I did this, Mistress Stella placed her hand on my butt and caressed it affectionately.
"May I ask a question, Mistress?" I asked her.
"Certainly, Arch. What do you want to know?"
"What would you like to drink with dinner?" I inquired.
"A nice rosé wine, please, li’l one."
"And where do we keep the wine, Mistress?"
She pointed to a door on the other side of the room. "Through that door you will find the stairs to the cellar. The wine is kept in a nice cool spot under the stairs. I’ll let you pick it out. We’ll see whether you have good taste in wine."
I proceeded to the cellar stairs and went down. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was startled at what I saw. It looked like an ancient torture chamber. There were benches, tables, and frames of all sorts. There was an ‘X’-shaped cross in the middle of the room. All were fitted with straps, ropes, and chains. On the walls were hung whips, floggers, belts, ropes, chains, and devices I didn’t recognize. There were shelves on the walls that contained innumerable strange devices. The thought did not escape me that I would someday be brought here for other purposes than retrieving a bottle of wine. I could not help but wonder what experiences were in store for me. With unsettling thoughts going through my head, I quickly found the wine storage room, retrieved a bottle of rosé, and hurried up the stairs.
When I emerged from the cellar there was a moment of silence. Then Mistress Aurora burst out laughing in her loudest voice. "My god, Arch, you look like you’ve seen a ghost! What the hell happened to you down there?" she exclaimed through her laughter.
"I…I…I don’t know that I can describe it, Ma’am," I stuttered.
Both mistresses dissolved in gales of laughter. Finally, Mistress Stella said, "Don’t burn the dinner, Arch."
Saying no more, I finished preparing our dinner. I mashed the potatoes with milk and butter, prepared an nice brown gravy, and served the meal as quickly as I could. During dinner nothing was said about the cellar and I had no temptation to ask about it. I kept my mouth shut except to eat, and the mistresses chatted about whatever came to their minds.
When we were all finished eating, Mistress Stella looked first at me then at Mistress Aurora. "That was delicious. I’m so full I can hardly move. I think we’ll skip dessert." At this last comment both of them laughed. Then Mistress looked at me and said, "Alright, my slave, get this cleaned up."
"Yes Ma’am," I replied and set about clearing the table and washing the dishes.
When all was cleaned up and put away, Mistress Stella said to me, "Good job, Arch. Good boy. You did an excellent job for your first meal. Now…I’m sure you are tired and would like to get some sleep." Having said that, she snapped on my leash. This time she did not attach it to my collar, but to my cock and ball ring." Smiling at the expression on my face, she said, "Come with me, slave. I’ll tuck you in." Then she tugged on the leash and, picking up my thong and sandals, I followed her to my bed. Once there, she said, "Take off your harness and hang your things on that peg over there."
"Yes, Mistress." I hung my harness and thong on the peg and placed my sandals on the floor below them. Then I lay down on the bed.
As soon as I lay down, Mistress again locked the chain to my collar and to the head frame of the bed. She bent down, kissed me tenderly, and said, "Good night, my Arch."
I wanted to ask why I needed to be chained to the bed, but I did not. At least, the chain was long enough that I could move around as I slept. "Good night, Mistress," I replied as she turned out the light and left the room.
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