Training Days...

I have, in the past and in passing, mentioned my training. I have never exposed the nitty gritty details to Master before and I mentioned one or two of them during a phone conversation last night. Master reminded me that I have never told Him exactly what went on during my training all those years ago. So, I asked if He would mind if I wrote a blog post about it to detail the experience and He said He might read it and He might not.
My training lasted, officially, 2 months. It was intense and it included exploring, developing, and exploiting my kinks and fetishes, as well as developing ways for me to enjoy others living out their fetishes with me, even if it was something I did not particularly enjoy.
The first week was nothing but protocol and positions. To this day I still find myself ready to drop at a moments notice into the different positions my trainer, Sir A, took me through. For hours at a time, he would call out positions and I would be expected to assume them quickly. IF I got one wrong, at the beginning of the week, the punishment was not as harsh as later in the week. After being showed once, if I got a position wrong, for the first day or two, I was pulled by my hair to the proper position. The second day, protocol was introduced. Proper phrasing, proper wording for replies, different ways I was expected to act as a slave. To reinforce the lesson, I was made to sleep chained to the bed in the basement, no blanket, no clothes, just a chain going from the posture collar I was wearing and attaching to the wall beside the bed, which was more a cot pad on the floor then an actual bed.
That second and third day, I got several positions wrong, for which I was chained in the position for an hour.
Saturdays were considered a review day, so I was tested. Sir A brought several others into the training room that first Saturday and put me through the positions and protocols I had been taught over and over again for several hours. He had the others tell him the positions they thought I needed more work on and called the commands for those positions, leaving me tin each for at least an hour each, even with no one else in the room but me, I was not permitted to get up from the positions, and if I did, I was chained into them. That night was my first whipping. Sir A had me stand in the middle of the room and put my wrists into suspension cuffs above my head and he began to punish me for the week's transgressions. He worked me over with a flogger, single tail, and bull whip for what felt like hours but was actually only 30 minutes.
The second week was etiquette and dehumanization. He brought in another submissive to teach me the proper way a submissive should act in public. I was informed that for the rest of my training, I would not refer to myself in the first person, I would be thing and would have to earn the ability to call myself anything else. I would also have to earn the ability to use things like chairs or the bed. Each time I made a mistake or did not act as a submissive should, I was told to present my hands or my feet and was given a thwack across either the hands or the feet with a long wooden paddle and had to name the mistake and ask forgiveness.
That Saturday was again review day. I was taken through the paces of the positions again, as well as everything I learned that week. For each mistake, I was chained into a groveling position with my backside vulnerable. Sir A left me in that position for several hours while asking me what I had done wrong or if I could tell him what the others thought I needed to still work on. For each mistake that was brought to my attention, I had to ask for discipline, then be thankful for the discipline. By the end of the night, I was left with over 100 thwacks across my exposed backside with the long wooden paddle. That Saturday I was to sleep in that position on a pad that was thinner then the one I had been allowed to use up until that point, again with no blanket since I had not earned even that basic covering.
Week three was time to learn more commands and how to take a whipping. By this time, it was well known to Sir A that I enjoyed pain. He exploited that to the fullest this week. The week began with me chained to the doorway, a spreader bar at my ankles and one at my wrists, the bar above my head was attached to the top of the door frame. I was worked over for several hours with a flogger, learning to ask for the whipping, and to beg for it to be harder or faster if that was how I wanted it. Later in the week, I learned it did not matter how hard I wanted it, but rather how hard the Dominant wanted to give it. I was taught to beg for what the Dominant who was administering the whipping wanted. Monday, we moved from the flogger to the paddle. I was chained over a saw horse with my backside in the air. A ring gag was placed in my mouth, forcing my mouth to stay open, but preventing me from making any sounds. The next day found me back in the suspension cuffs in the middle of the room. The weapon of choice this time was a variety of single tails. Again, I was ungagged and was to beg for the whipping. Several times I slipped and did not call myself thing, but I was corrected. Sir A added nipple clamps this time, threading the chain that connected them through the O ring on the posture collar before clamping them onto my nipples so every time I tried to move to shy away from the whip, it tugged on my nipples. Wednesday he chose the belt, this time choosing to train my breasts to take the lashes. Thursday saw me strapped to the St Andrews Cross and a cane being used on my backside and thighs, then a birch switch being used on the front of my thighs and my breasts when I was turned around. Friday was a short slapper whip on more private areas. My female area was whipped, plus my nipples and the sensitive parts of my underarms and knees.
Saturday's review day was intense. He took me through the positions, whipping and tormenting me while in each one.
Rewards were few and far between during training. I had finally earned one and he set me up on the cross with a harness on instead of panties. The harness was fitted with a wand that vibrated right on wherever it was positioned. I was left like that for five hours with permission to orgasm at will.
Week four I was given a little break. Sir A decided to do leash training, orgasm control, and dress and appearance. He had me sit while he provided pictures of submissives asking me what was incorrect with their appearance. He took me through the different ways a submissive can make herself look from shaving to hair to makeup. He had me relate to him how I was supposed to make myself look or how I was supposed to dress for different events or plans. He clipped a leash to the posture collar I wore and led me around on it, stressing that there was to always be slack in the leash, what I was to do when stopped, how I was to act when the leash was released, it was stressed that, as long as the leash was attached, I was not to walk upright, but to crawl on my hands and knees. Every night, I was strapped to the cross with the harness for different lengths of time with the command to not orgasm. Different things were used to try to force me to orgasm against my will, nipple clamps, dildos, floggers, words. For every slip, every orgasm, he added tally marks to the clip board next to the cross.
That Saturday, I was taken through the different positions, I was given an hour to get myself ready as if we were going to different events, I was strapped to the cross with the harness and left there for more then an hour with the command to not orgasm. Then, I was put in an old fashion stockade and for each orgasm during the week when I did not have permission, I was given five lashes with the single tail. Sir A was getting annoyed by this point because, halfway through the training, I had not broken, and he wanted to be serviced. So, after the punishment for my slip ups during the week, he went to town with the cat of nine on my backside, thighs, and back. He told me he was going to remind me that I am not a person, but just a plaything for my Dominant and that I would be treated as such. He told me he thought he was going too easy on me, so he shoved himself into my mouth, telling me that if I was really a good slave, I would have guessed he needed it and would have begged for the ability to service him by now. When he pulled out of my mouth, he decided to continue the lesson by coating my face. After, he took a bamboo cane and began to strike my backside, asking me what I forgot. I mouthed off and told him "I forgot to thank you for being an ass." That was not a smart thing to do, and still to this day I don't know why I did it. So he took the belt and went after my clamped nipples with it. He left me there over night to think about what I did, still with his spunk on my face drying.
Week five began and he was true to his word and stepped up the training. The posture collar was removed and replaced by an iron one with a bar across the back to cuff my hands to. He had me stand in front of him with this collar on, my hands in the cuffs, and nipple clamps attached. He also put a clit clamp on that had a chain to attach it to the chain of the nipple clamps and a longer chain leash attached to all this. For the first hour every day of week five, he had me in this while he drilled me on the proper way to speak to a Dominant. Every so often he would tug on the leash he held and remind me that even though it was not the normal leash position, the rules did not go away. He used the birch switch on my breasts and my female region as he drilled me on how to speak to a Dominant. He went through how to speak to Dominants who are not mine or how to address others my Dominant may wish to lend me to. After lunch each day he would put me on the bondage web, a big metal thing that looked like a spider web, and would come at me with the violet wand. Before the end of each day, he would force me to service him in some way.
That Saturday, as a review, I was taken through the positions and the protocol, then was told I had 30 minutes to get myself ready as if we were going to a bar. I got ready as I thought was the way I was supposed to dress, but was told no, if I was a slave worth anything, I would dress as if I was the bar tramp. So I went back and redressed. When I came back into the room, I was immediately put into the iron collar and shackles and other Dominants were invited in. Sir A tugged me down by the hair and told me to stay while he talked to the others. When they returned, a spider gag was put in my mouth and Sir A told me he was fed up with my blatant disregard for the rules and my disrespect. So much so that he couldn't even be bothered punishing me, so he was going to allow the others to do it instead. I was pulled up by a hand on my throat, my arms freed only to be put back into iron shackles on a spreader bar, which was hoisted above my head to the point that only the tips of my toes were on the floor and a spreader bar was placed between my legs so I was basically dangling there. My shirt was ripped off, leaving only my short skirt and stockings/garter belt. They put the nipple clamps back on me and one of them picked up the flogger and began to work me over with that. Someone took the birch switch and began to work on my breasts while someone was working over my backside, thighs and back with the flogger. Their goal was to try to use the switch to knock the nipple clamps off. After about 20 minutes they flew off. They decided I needed to be punished for that, as well. So the belt was used on my breasts while the person at my back decided to switch to the cane. I took the punishment for close to an hour when Sir A called them off. I was let down from the bars and put back in the iron shackles and collar. When the spider gag was removed, I remembered to thank them for the discipline and to thank Sir A for allowing it.
Week six was a little different. Sir A decided to see what else I could or would take. So, during this week, I was whipped and belted, I was paddled and caned. I was pulled around the room by my hair, and forced to keep a very thin dildo in with no help, a crack across my backside with the cane every time it slipped out. Then he pulled out a vibrator with a ring on the end, which he clipped a leash to once he had it inserted. He led me around the room and through some positions with this inserted, reiterating the leash protocols every step of the way. He walked behind me at times with a riding crop, landing that across my backside whenever there was a misstep or a falter with the leash rules. He chained me to a large pole for a whipping, every so often getting my feet with a birch switch, telling me I would be given 5 lashes for every switch or paddle that was broken during the training so far. I had broken ten up until this point, so I was given 50 lashes with a single tail. He did this every day that sixth week.
He decided to take the sixth Saturday off from review and discipline. Instead, he decided to do a private review session, taking me through my paces using the clip clamp leash to review leash training. He also decided he needed servicing by something other then my mouth, so he chained me into a doggy style position, securing my legs and arms and attaching the nipple clamps with the chain between them going around my back so he could use it as if it was a set of reins. He decided to get himself to the point of orgasm by drilling me fast and hard, pulling on the chain for leverage, then decided to coat my backside. I was left in the doggy position over night but the nipple clamps were removed and a dildo was inserted, as well as a dildo shaped gag.
Week seven was...interesting. The week began with a review of how I was to present implements, toys, or leather goods to a Dominant. I was to crawl to the place they were, pick the requested item up with my mouth if possible, then crawl back or walk back on my knees, then present the item in my open hands for the Dominant to take. If it was a punishment implement, I was to kiss the tip of it when the Dominant picked it up out of my hands. He would also teach me games this week. He had me play fetch, where he would toss a dildo across the room and expect me to go get it and bring it back, but I had to use my mouth only to pick it up and carry it. He played hide the toy by telling me which toy it was he hid and then giving me a time limit to find it, and if I didn't I got 5 lashes with whatever toy it was for every ten seconds over the time limit it took me to find it. It was more challenging because I had to crawl around to find stuff. Every night was ended by a whipping, belting or paddling.
Week seven's review was a group of four Dominants plus Sir A, and they took turns playing hide the toy or fetch the dildo with me. They also asked me to bring them different things. Every impact toy they requested, I got five lashes with when I retrieved it.
Week eight, the final week of my training was intense. Each day was a review of what had been learned. Sunday was a review of week 1. I did fairly well and only messed up twice, so I was chained into those positions for two hours each to remind me of them. Monday I was reminded again that I was lower then a human and I was drilled again on proper etiquette. Tuesday was a full day of whippings, beltings, and impact toy review, complete with proper presentation of the different toys. Wednesday was a review of orgasm control, which saw me back on the cross with the harness again, followed by a review of the leash protocols with the different types of leashes Sir A had used during the weeks. I was also told to dress in different ways for different situations as I had learned during the training. Thursday, he put me back in the iron collar and shackles and did a rapid fire drill asking me the proper ways to address Dominants and the proper ways to show I was grateful for a Dominant's attention. Friday I was given 5 lashes with the single tail for every switch and paddle that had been broken during the entire training. It was up to 19 broken tools. I was also led around on the dildo leash and whipped while chained to the pole again. Saturday, I was put back in the dangling contraption with my wrists on one bar and my feet on another, but this time two more bars were added, one from my right wrist to ankle and one from my left wrist to ankle, which allowed him to hoist me higher. He hoisted me about a foot off the ground and promised to give me the belting and whipping of a lifetime. A graduation present of sorts. He had me dangle like that for over three hours, belting and whipping me. He got the cane and cracked me across the backside and thighs a few times, too. He stuck a dildo gag into my mouth again and amped up the intensity of the whipping. When all was said and done, I had received about 500 lashes from different items.
And that is the tale of my training. I would undergo it again if Master told me to, however He may want me to or however He may decide to retrain me if He so chooses.