Training Question

The question was posed in one of the journal prompt mailing lists about training. The question is "Would you ever undergo training by someone other than your Owner? Why or why not?" 

My initial reply is simply no, but, then I actually sat down to think about it. Like so many things in this lifestyle, the initial answer isn't always the only answer. I wanted to explore my immediate reaction, because it bothered me. It was a knee jerk reaction, one that only took my pride into consideration. 

So, I looked at it in another way. Could I think of any times where being trained by someone other than Master would improve my service to Him? Is there a circumstance where Master would encourage me to seek out training from someone else? 

If Master decided He wanted something in my arsenal, so to speak, that He did not know about, He might tell me to seek out training elsewhere. One thing that came to mind was formal dinner service. I was trained in this discipline many years ago, a very rudimentary training. It isn't something I have ever used, but it is part of my training. If knowing I can perform this duty well and correctly, even if I don't use the skills, gives Master pride, I would gladly find someone who knows this skill and refine my knowledge. 

Leather care is a big one. If I didn't know how or wasn't sure how to care for leather goods or leather garments, I am sure Master would have me seek out training in doing it from someone who knows. 

There are many things I have taught myself with this lifestyle after my initial training. The advances in the Internet and the exchange of information has been a great tool in learning. If I did not use the Internet to learn on my own, perhaps Master would have me seek out training elsewhere. 

Is my self-teaching through online means actually training by others in a way? 

I think the key to others training an owned girl in anything is the girl taking what she learns and applying those policies to her Owner and how He wants to be served. That adaptation is key. 

Just thinking a little....

It seems that I do a lot of thinking this time of year. As Master's and my anniversary approaches, I find myself reflecting on my past and how I came to this role. My mind tends to wander every so often to my training. I have been very candid about my training in the past, even detailing the 8 weeks I spent learning the craft and art of being a slave. There are things in my past, things that happened during the training that I can't unlock, that I can't reach, no matter how hard I try. But, each time I do think about the past and the training, more and more details come to mind, becoming clearer in my memory.

The ways I was trained, the methods used, are used to train many old guard slaves, even if we do not realize we are old guard at the time of the training. Things were done to me that have not been done since. But each and every thing had a reason. At first, I remember questioning why? Why was this being done to me? Why was I being treated this way? I questioned the feelings of the person who put me in that situation. The biggest question going through my mind was why?

During the two hours a night when I was beaten to a literal bloody pulp, I asked why. During the time I was chained, open and exposed, I asked myself why. During the times I was simply thrown in a cage and ignored for entire afternoons, I asked why. When I was being sent into sub space over and over again, I asked why.

I was pushed to the brink of what I could handle daily, I was hit, punched, kicked, shocked, slapped, whipped, and tormented. I was impaled on fucking machines for hours at a time, I was chained to a sybian for a full day while being whipped, I was reduced to a pile of babbling, crying, snot, sweat, and blood covered nothingness.

When I finally figured out the reason for the torment, things went easier for me. I was left without the ability to use the restroom, and when I asked to go, I was taken to a pen outside on a leash, on hands and knees, to go where the pets go, and chained to a fence to be flogged and whipped when I didn't.

I was forced into deep sub space over and over, only to not remember the day after. I was given very little to eat, only enough to keep myself alive, but nothing more, to eat with my fingers, naked and alone, in the dark, chained by the neck to a hitching post if I behaved that day, of chained in a cage, my neck only inches from the ground, if I did not behave. If I had been especially bratty or disrespectful or insipid, I was locked in a stockade, the fucking machine going, while being fed by someone else, food only being put into my mouth when the whip cracked against my ass and my mouth opened to scream.

I had canes broken over my ass daily, and was beaten even ore for breaking the canes, switches were used on my shoulders until they were red and bloody, bull whips kissed my skin over and over, a carpet beater was used on my ass and thighs. And then, there were the nightly beatings that lasted for two hours a night.

I still can't fully access everything that went on during those weeks. I don't know if I ever will.

New Training

While Master was home, He took the chance to continue some training He started me on without me even realizing it!
He walked into the room after i had already cuffed my wrists and fettered my ankles. He dragged me on top of Him, telling me to use my hands, tongue and lips on Him, but no sucking, yet. I was writhing on His leg, if I had been allowed pajamas, or even panties, I would have soaked through them. I was doing everything I could to get closer to His cock, closer to getting it into the back of my throat. I wanted Him, I wanted to pleasure Him, I wanted what every slave girl lives for, to pleasure her Master.
Master asked me if I wanted to cum, I nodded. It was then that it happened, that second when I knew I had been taught something new, a new trigger. Before I knew it, Master snapped His fingers and I was lost in exquisite slave orgasm. I shuddered as I released, as Master placed my mouth on His cock, taking it deep as I felt the bliss of my slave's blood boiling with the orgasm, my lips against the base of His cock. I shuddered with His next words, "Perhaps that will be your new signal. Would you like that, slave?" I nodded with His cock deep within my throat.
I have been working on continuing that training, getting my body used to the idea of cumming when Master snaps His fingers. I need to ask Master for permission to work on the physical part of the training on my own so I am ready for the next time He is home to test my training.