PART FOUR a – Training

  When we finally got upstairs, I had him make us a snack. Then I had him get us cold drinks. I sent him upstairs to get us a bnket and spread it out in the middle of the living room floor. I had him first undress me, then pile my clothes up. Not the upstairs kind of "important" undressing, just take my clothes off slowly and fold them neatly. It was cute that he kept starting to take items off in that fashion, I had to smile and tell him it was fine. He was being sweet and shy. Some combination of his normal eager to please slowness and the usual kiss and touch me slowly until I gave him the vibe to start or told him what to do to begin, was mixed in now with the new gun shy of watching what he did and said, careful to look down and not look me in the eye without me grabbing his chin and bringing it lovingly up to meet my eyes.

  I'm sexually dominant, I always did like it when he took my lead. His natural willingness to kiss and touch until it was time, instead of diving right in for the usual guy quickie any girl has to stop and realign when you want it differently. Then my mild rush of my new power and authority and exercising it. This new wary caution and gun shy. Mm. Delicious. I was sitting with my back to the couch, crossing my ankles out. He was kissing and touching my legs, waiting for my cue. Finally. I had my "ooh" feeling back, anticipating getting licked and fucked coming close. I was savoring it and he was kissing back down my shins to reach my ankles and either come back to almost my knees again, or maybe rest on my ankles, or little kisses without being told. Yum.

  "You're being very good right now. Keep it up."

  He thanked me for my compliment. Yum. Then he went on to expin he was trying to be good, he was trying to please me, he wanted to make me feel good and do whatever I wanted him to. He just wanted to be good and not get in trouble by being tricked, how well he would listen to me. I went from the soft mommy voice to the soft stern mommy voice immediately. I stuck my foot under his chin and lifted his face up to look at me staring at him. First the voice, now what was fast becoming "the look".

  "You. Eyes up here, slut. I don't know what it is with you. Mommy? Has a wet twat from beating your naked little ass so much. I want licked and fucked. Are you trying to keep me from getting serviced like I want? Why do you want punished more, instead of just keeping your mouth shut when you're ahead of the curve, and just lick and fuck. You're a little slut, you're good at licking and fucking mommy. Stick with that. Do I need to make a new rule, that little sluts are to be seen and not heard, until told to speak? Just so I can get licked and fucked, without having to stop and remind you who is in charge here, and what I expect, every five fucking minutes? Don't speak, you'll probably just piss me off more."

  "All right. I'm the mommy. I don't have to expin myself to the little boy. Now, that said. If you don't know what a punishment is even for, there's nothing being accomplished. You get punished, for a reason. Even if that reason, is simply for general purposes. I'll tell you. That what you're about to get? Is not because you misbehaved, but just because I want to keep you on your best behavior. Don't speak. Listen."

  "You may or may not get the point of what I just expined to you, little boy. So. I'll tell you the moral of the story. You think I need to trick you, into getting your ass beat another time right now? I don't. I'll take you right out to the kitchen table, and put my switch across your ass until you have to sleep face down for a week. No trick needed. It just needs a strict mommy, a misbehaving little boy, and we have both. If I tell you its for general purposes? Then that's what I tell you."

  "Now then. I think I understand what's going on here. Its actually a little bit sweet, but I don't want you getting into more punishment accidentally. Your little ass is obviously going to get plenty as it is, you don't need more. We used to py a fun naughty game. But its not a game any more, is it. You used to have a nice mommy. Very permissive with you. You got used to it. Your nice mommy did used to py a fun little game with you. You said swats, you weren't paying attention, I said swat. Then you got your little love pats repeated. That, was the nice mommy game that she pyed with you."

  I pushed my foot somewhat firmly up under his chin, and gave him a sterner version of the new strict mommy voice.

  "You don't have a nice mommy anymore. You have a very strict mommy now. There will be no more fun games. I don't need to trick you, to repeat a punishment all over again. I'll simply tell you. Now? You get another hour of that hard paddling, all over again. Why? So I know we understand each other. No tricks needed. I understand there will be a short period of readjustment. Going from a nice, permissive mommy. To one that demands strict obedience. This will be a very short period of readjustment, or it will be an extremely painful one. Either way, it will be short, and either one works for me."

  I looked at him for a little bit.

  "You've been picked out of tryouts. You're in the tough preseason camp. Returning pyers, reciming their spot? Know what to expect. New pyers, have it rougher. That's you. When in the future, we have a little refresher course on all this, I'm thinking once a year sounds about right… you'll be a returning pyer and you'll do better. I have a limited amount of time, before my preseason camp starts, and I'll be needing my after game care, my dressing and undressing, and most of all my shower and bath day spa pampering. I need this leftover nice permissive mommy shit out of the way, so I can concentrate on what's important. Now then. Repeat after me. There will be no tricks."

  He repeated it. I made him repeat it several times.

  "Now. Thank me, for taking the time, to expin it to you."

  He thanked me like I asked.

  "The phrase you're looking for? Is thank you mommy. Again!"

  I got what I wanted.

  "Now. Mommy loves her new stack of handcuffs. They really are handy and useful, just like I dreamed they would be. Go get the little box with them. Did you notice the hinged ones?"

  I got a nice little yes mommy. Ooh. Tasty.

  "Go get the little box I'm talking about and bring it to me. Shoo."

  He did.

  "Open it."

  He opened it, then handed it to me. I took them out and showed him. In addition to the stack of regur high quality blemished regur cuffs, the pair of hinged ones went with the bulk buy. So did several others. I pulled out a couple of these. They were the long chain version of the regur handcuff stack. Longer chains that were chrome then bck. The machine that made the chain was changing over, and produced blemished chains. The blemished regur handcuffs they were attached to somehow "went" with the switch over. One side pte chrome, the other pte bck. Highest quality, dirt cheap price. Perfect.

  I put a long chain handcuffs on his ankles and had him walk around for me. Get us more drinks, and another snack. He took short steps, and I chuckled.

  "Nice. I'm going to have fun with you in these in the bedroom, I can see that. I have four of these long ones, they'll be very quick and useful."

  I tried them hands in front, and saw he could move around but was unable to reach back and prevent me doing what my heart's desire was at the moment behind him. Smacking his ass, fucking him, anything. I had a sudden image of him washing the kitchen floor, his ankles and hands in these, and I got wet. A shackled sve doing chores, humiliated and hobbled. That was my compulsion striking again, naughty images that fshed fantasy snapshots to my mind's eye. I tried them out behind the back. His hands could not reach around front. I could py with his cock and stop and tease and watch him squirm. Delicious.

  Then my compulsion snapped another picture through my naughty brain. Both at once. Try it. I was pying and giggled. One in front, one in back? His hands were caught at his sides, and couldn't get behind or in front. I could y him on his back, I could flip him over face down, too perfect and handy. I would definitely be having lots of fun with these, for hours in the bedroom before sleepy time came. It was going to be fun to have him sleep in these. Get up and have to beg to be let go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, if any of the girls were home. If we were alone for the night? He could hobble in to pee and hobble back to bed. Get his ass smacked a couple times for waking me up. Fun as hell.

  I put the double set on and left them there, admiring my ingenuity. Then I looked at the long one on his ankles. The compulsion struck again, with another naughty snapshot. Do it, it said. I smiled. I took one ankle out, ran it up and through the set going across the small of his back, and it just made it back to the other ankle again. Drawing both ankles up tight. Completely helpless. Face down. Delicious and tasty to py with. I put my feet together under his face, watching him test and struggle this new helplessness out.

  "Kisses."

  Little kisses and licks. Heaven.

  When I was starting to agree to this strict mommy game, I was ambivalent. Sure, directing the action was fun in bed. Always had been. Finally having a willing victim to tie up and put my riding crop across his ass, was a fun revetion. Not that I never had a naughty compulsion thought of it, trust me on that count. A farm girl pying and working with whips her whole life, that discovered she liked wet towel snapping a naked wet make out butt, in a weekly ritual? Yeah, using whips then practicing with one imitating a show I had seen… I can't lie, and if I tried you wouldn't believe it anyways. Its too obvious.

  But, the new strict mommy game? Was getting to be more fun by the hour. The compulsion fed naughty snapshots, and I had no reason not to indulge my fantasy images as they came. Anything I wanted. Seeing his hands at his hips, held at his sides. The long handcuffs going around both front and behind, holding them firm but loose there. Now the ankle cuffs snaking up and drawing his ankles up? A helpless, willing victim. Captive. Wanting the strict mommy to abuse him before turning him into anything she wanted, to be used for her future pleasure.

  I was enjoying this too much. I was seeing myself putting him on the bed in this exact position and shoving something in his mouth, some music to cover the gag talk, and simply… torturing him for fun for a while before letting him fuck me and we go to bed at the end? Yeah. There it was. It technically wasn't torture, it was pytime. When the torture victim is willing, it's not torture, its your pytime. Just like rape wasn't any longer rape, it was pytime too. Willing rape victims that ask to be forced, aren't rape victims. They're now a py partner.

  I was still looking down at my feet getting my little kisses and little licks while he struggled gently, and was filled with fun ideas. Nice mommy, the old ritual, the old game. Nice mommy became me quicker than I thought. We're alone? Nice mommy was just there, with no bidding her to come up and out. Now, strict mommy? Was fast coming easier and easier each time. I saw it now, when this was all over. I would be me, and nice mommy and strict mommy would be in there with me. We would take turns pying with my boyfriend. We would share him. He liked all of them. He wouldn't have to cheat to have three girlfriends. I wouldn't need three boyfriends depending on which would best satisfy my mood, like some of the other turbo-sluts around campus had.

  "I want my wet twat cleaned and licked. I want fucked. I've been looking forward to it for some time now, and I had to keep having longer and longer talks with you in the basement. Now I'm just about to get… licked and fucked, like I want? Here we are again. Question. Do you really want me to go through the hassle of we both go down to the basement again, to have another little talk? I think you know how that talk will go, and I'm sure you won't enjoy it. It will be the longest talk we've had yet. I will. I'll take it out on your ass, for making me wait so much longer to get licked and fucked like I'm looking forward to. Trust me. Is that what you want? Speak words. You move your head, I'll spend extra time in the basement with you for that. Speak!"

  "No basement. Please."

  "I figured. Just thought I'd check. You seem to like it. I aim to please. I'll give you a choice. Do you want a choice? Strict mommy will rarely let the naughty little boy in on the decision making process. Choosing your own punishment. What a fucking farce. Rare treat, if you want it. Do you want a choice of how I punish you for sassing me with the little trick comment? Speak."

  "Yes. Please."

  "Fine. Option A. Mommy's belt and paddle are right here. I'll just tie something in your mouth, and you'll be helpless over mommy's p, and I'll go to town on your ass. Curious what option B is?"

  "Yes mommy."

  "Well. You can have the unknown. You have mommy's promise, it will not involve smacking you in any way. Choose. Over mommy's knee. Again. Or… what's behind the mystery curtain. Take a minute to decide."

  I kept getting my little kisses. This is heaven. I'm actually here, deciding which way I torture him next. Getting off on it either way. Christ, am I going to hell when I die, or what.

  "Can… I please ask?"

  "You want a hint?"

  "Will it… hurt."

  "It will not involve pain, no. So technically you will not get hurt. Mommy's belt, the paddle. That will hurt. The new one? Will not hurt. There will be tears either way, both are punishment. You'll learn to watch what comes out of your little sass mouth. Every word? Will be polite and respectful. Now choose."

  "B. Please."

  "Fine by me."

  I tied the still moist bandanna tight in his mouth and knotted it behind his head. I grabbed the chain of his ankles drawn up so the ankle chain went over the small of the back chain. I held both ankle cuff chains, nice and tight to the ankle cuffs. Then, I started tickling his feet.

  I had done tickle torture a little before. This was more severe. I got the crying and screaming, and the tears. His struggling was muted by his condition. Just enough struggling, it was fun to watch. Strict mommy was enjoying herself, and I was too now. I paused for the safety breathing breaks. Safety first. Then resumed with no warning, and went at it again.

  I enjoyed myself longer than I thought I would. When I was finally done, it had taken a while. Longer than I had pnned on. Smiling. Getting wet. Enjoying the screams and cries and the struggling of my helpless if willing victim.

  "Now y there like a little slut, and get your shit together. If its not quick enough to please me? I'll do it twice as long. Do not test me. This is way less effort for me, than holding you across my p, and giving you the belt and the paddle forever. You? Can look forward to what you just got, for a lot longer in the future. I'm going to have fun with my helpless little slut, on my bed like this? For hours. Until you learn your pce."

  I waited.

  "I'm waiting. If I have to listen to whining and crying anyways? I might as well do it again. Did you forget, that I want licked and fucked? Let's get a move on. You better watch what comes out of your mouth to me. You might have some misconceptions of what being owned and used means. But, maybe after tomorrow's demonstration, when I fuck you like I mean it? You'll start to get the picture. Don't let me get bored waiting for my fun tonight."

  I waited a while, and when we were down to reasonable sniffles and light sobs coming and going, I untied the bandanna.

  "I'm curious what comes out of your mouth right now. Speak to me."

  "I'm sorry, I didn't--- mm!"

  I shoved the bandanna in, and told him if it came out of his mouth for any reason whatsoever, the punishment would be so severe he wouldn't believe it. I grabbed my chain and held on tight, and tickled him mercilessly for a while. When I paused, I took the bandanna out and spoke.

  "I'm not some whore you followed home from the bar. I, am your mommy. You will address me with polite respect when we're doing this. Don't ever forget it. Now. Allow me to help you remember it."

  I shoved it back in and tickled him for probably twice as long. When I paused again, I once again took the bandanna out.

  "I'm sorry momm--- mm!"

  We went back to it. I stopped and started again several times. I left the bandanna gag in though.

  "Sorry is some magical word, that nice mommies are all permissive and allow misbehaving little boys to say. Strict mommies know better. Sorry? Is some magical word you say when you misbehave, and you think it makes it all better. It doesn't! No more sorry. I told you before. Sorry is what you are after being punished. Not before. We'll do it some more, so you understand the difference."

  I stopped and started the tickling torture a good bit. When I finally took a long break, I shrugged at him.

  "You will now learn how to address me properly. Polite and with respect. My name is mommy. I, am taking the time and effort, to teach you how to please me. When you're done being corrected, or punished? When you regain the power of speech, you will thank me, politely and with great respect, for giving you discipline. Ready? Thank you for correcting me mommy. I appreciate it. Got that? I speak once. Now. I had to repeat my sorry speech just now. Also I need you to remember what I just said, so…"

  I went back to tickling the ever merciless shit out of him. Yanking the chain rough when he moved around.

  "Move around some more!"

  "You wanna make some noise! Let me help you!"

  When I finally quit, I let him calm down to mild sobs and slowing tears.

  "That's good enough to hear words. Now. Let's see what we might have learned just now. Curious to hear this…"

  I pulled the wet bandanna out, and stuck my hand to my ear.

  He sobbed it out.

  "Don't ever forget it. In the future, if you forget to thank me the right way for correction or punishment, as soon as you can speak a little bit? I'll repeat the punishment. If I don't think its sincere, we'll repeat it two or even three times. Or more. Who even knows. You, are going to learn what discipline is, slut. Don't ever forget this, either. Its not just about saying the right magic words, at the right time. It better sound sincere to me."

  I got a nice polite "thank you, for teaching me how to speak to you, mommy."

  "Not bad. Yes mommy. No mommy. Please mommy. Thank you mommy. Now. You demonstrate you understand how to show polite respect to me? I'll think about showing you a little respect, eventually. But this is a one way street, until I'm convinced."

  "Yes mommy."

  "Again, not bad. It'll do for a start. Rome wasn't built in a day. Now, we have something we can build on. Let's see. Would the little slut like to learn how to ask me what I want this time? Or do we need the bandanna back in for an hour straight."

  He begged mommy to show him how to ask for what I wanted, and he begged to please me.

  "There are no magic words. You beg mommy to tell you what she wants. You make sure mommy understands that you'll do absolutely anything. Then you do what you're told. You thank mommy properly after we're done. When your mouth is not prevented from speaking? Polite thank you mommy's, all the time. You'll learn your pce in bed. Its pleasing me, period. When I feel like pleasing you? I will. Now. Let's get started. First of all, I need you to move around…"

  I let his ankles go back down and kept those long ankle cuffs on. I left his front and back long ones on his wrists, to keep his hands at his sides.

  "Kisses. Beg and ask with respect."

  When I told him it was time to kiss and lick slowly up my legs, it was fun. When I got him kneeling and his face in my twat, I told him what to do, and he did it enthusiastically. My twat was wet and tingling for a while tonight, and I wanted this so bad. I wiped my wet slit on his face like a tissue a couple times. When I was done, he thanked me several times for letting him please me. Kneeling in front of me with his slick face. Kissing my thighs and waiting for instructions.

  "Now. You were very good just now. You've pleased me. You learned how to speak with respect to your mommy. You asked me what I wanted, and you promised you would do anything. I tell you, and you do it. That? Is how a little slut pleases mommy. I'm a tiny bit happier with you now. Isn't this better than before? No screaming, no crying. No tears… you treat me with the respect I deserve, and you don't get severe punishment. Isn't that much better?"

  "Yes mommy. I like… pleasing you."

  "Now. That? Is a good little boy. But don't you ever forget who you're talking to. I'm not a whore from the bar. I expect strict obedience, and polite respect. And you never, tell me no. Ever. Now then. Mommy wants a little break, before having you fuck her well. Since you've treated me with some respect, and I'm now in a good mood? I'll treat you with a little respect. Think you can handle that, slut?"

  I got yes mommy, and thank you mommy. Delicious.

  "All right. Do some nice kisses mommy likes, while we get to have a nice talk for once."

  He gave kisses and little licks, and the stream of thank you mommy every so often was like candy to my ears.

  "Now. A little bit of respect back to a slut being nice and doing what they're supposed to be doing. I want to know something, and you're allowed to tell me the truth. There will be no penalty, and there's no right or wrong answer."

  "Anything, mommy."

  "You like my feet, don't you. Tell mommy the truth."

  I got a yes mommy and a little whimper or whine, I couldn't tell which.

  "Aw. What's the matter little boy. For once, you're not in any trouble. Its fine, dear. Expin it to mommy. Mommy wants to understand."

  He went through an expnation I had more or less heard before. He wasn't into feet, he just didn't like ugly feet. Particurly on a girl. And that I had, as I have heard out of his mouth before… cute feet.

  "Dear? Mommy will have a nice talk. No screaming and crying. Would you like to have a nice talk with mommy?"

  He did.

  "You like feet, dear. You like my feet. It makes me more attractive to you, doesn't it. I mean, if I had ugly feet, like some of the girls in the locker rooms do, trust me… I would be slightly less attractive undressed, right?"

  He admitted softly, that was right.

  "Why are you ashamed, dear? You stick your tongue halfway up my ass on a regur basis. There's actually very few pces you don't have your mouth on me. Do you know why we're having this conversation?"

  He didn't.

  "Mommy likes her little kisses. You know that. I'm not into that, but I've been doing things to you. Having you doing them to me. I was going to make you kiss my toes, or maybe the bottom. We both know that I can make you do anything I want. Absolutely anything. I decided to be nice and see if you hated it."

  I asked why he was so embarrassed, and I dragged it out of him he wasn't one of those weirdos.

  "Oh. I know what you mean. You call that a… foot-fag, right? In psychology we call that a foot fetish. You? Do not have a foot fetish. Do you want to know how I know?"

  He did.

  "Hmm. A fetish of any kind, the fetish object has to be present, or the fetishist is not satisfied. Its a range. A strong foot fetish, would be you can't get it up without my feet there. Or, you can't get off without it. We both know that's not the case. You also don't qualify for a lesser case of it. I know. Because you finish real quick when I have shoes on. Now, lets talk about a very, very mild case of it. Which is what I think I'm seeing, okay?"

  Another ashamed little whispered yes mommy. So pitiful, like I was killing him. I can whip his naked ass to tears tied up, and this is worse on him. He was deeply ashamed.

  "About half the male popution, freely reports on surveys, that a girl is slightly or more so attractive, in her socks or bare feet. Its… normal. Stuff less than 50 percent, is considered perfectly normal. I can prove it. Girls fuss over their feet. We do pedicures, we moisturize them. We choose shoes based on how cute we think we look. Some girls can wear open toed shoes and sandals. Some can't. We know this and talk about it with each other. We know we're flirting when we take our shoes off in front of a guy. Its all totally normal. Feel better?"

  He did.

  "All right. So kiss mommy's toes. Go on. I know I don't have ugly feet. Women tease each other about it, I'd have heard about it by now. There. That feels better, doesn't it? Little kisses are fine. I might have some fun with this in the shower, or after a bath. See? When you show mommy the proper respect, and talk to her the right way… and please her… good things can happen."

  I went right back to strict mommy though.