PART FOUR j – Training

  "Do mommy's fingernails. Both hands. Work one through ten, then go over them again and again. Light, gentle pressure. Don't shove, don't rush it. Be extra careful at the corners… if you pinch skin there, you'll hear about it ter."

  "Hmm. Not bad. Do my toes again… just like these…"

  "Hmm. Not bad, for a first timer. Now. Put the waterproof file back where it goes… good."

  I put my feet on his chest, and looked at him. Made him wait to see what I'd say.

  "Kiss my toes, little boy. Each one. Go…"

  I watched him kiss each toe, one by one. Then start over and do it again. At this point, I'm not really into this. But its fun. Of course, I wasn't that into humiliation rituals all that much. But it grew on me. Making someone you have power over do things they might not want to, wasn't something that appealed to me before this started. It wasn't one of the themes to the naughty pictures that fsh into my mind.

  Now, exercising that power I had was growing on me, little bit by little bit. I had gotten the idea for the humiliating little extended butt cleaning ritual, from the one website I was reading. Raping your male slut with a decent size toy was apparently a common thing. A lot of other mommies reported doing it various ways. Hand held vibrator toys was one of the most popur. You started by tying them up or handcuffing them helpless. You took your time having them anticipate what was going to happen to them, what you were going to do with them.

  The hand toy crowd discussed it enough, it had its own section. Having them secure and helpless was obviously the starting point. The first tiny one was used, and they all said you got to enjoy the compining, as they realized what you were doing to them. You were to enjoy this initial compining and many liked hearing the begging and pleading not to do it to them. It was agreed that it was most fun to tease before doing it, giving the impression that if they just begged and pleaded hard enough, and pitifully enough, it might protect their poor little butt virginity. The mommies all said they would promise anything at this stage, if they had virginity back there.

  Of course, it was just extended fun. It always ended with the toy getting used. You were to describe it to them, and eventually ugh and tease them. Surprise them by finally turning the vibrator on and ughing at their sudden movements. The next most fun thing, was making sure they realized they were hard. You told him, look. Proof that you enjoy it. If you didn't like it, why would you be so hard. You showed them it was proof they were a slut, that they enjoyed it.

  You could do this every night, and have a ritual of tying them down for it. The second night, they got it just like the first time, except longer, and with more movement. You told them they were now being fucked. The second time, they got the next one. Slightly thicker, slightly longer. Now you enjoyed more begging and pleading, more promises. More fun. Which ended with that one being used.

  Night after night, they got tied helpless. Legs spread for humiliation, as bigger, thicker, and longer toys got used on them. They got fucked harder and faster. You always had the fun of pointing out how hard it made them, what sluts they obviously were. Most of them agreed, you saved one huge one. After the st night, when they got one after the other slowly, giving you longer fun time, you showed them the giant one that was left.

  You let them ogle it, realize how thick and long it was, how painful and uncomfortable it would be. How much extra humiliation it would entail. They said the real fun was using the tip or the first little bit on them. Letting them feel the initial stretch, taunting them how bad it would be, to stretch their little hole out for this to fit in. A newer, longer and more intense round of begging and pleading and promising.

  Most of them liked to save this huge one for the threat. You teased and threatened them with it. How you could just lube it up and shove it right in, how would that feel.

  I hadn't gone that route. I just got a toy I could wear, which was the other popur camp to this butt raping your new slut ritual. Make sure its at least as big as him, and preferably a little thicker and longer. Mommy's is bigger, little boy. They all agreed that the introductory rape was the most fun in many ways. You could make it take forever, to maximize the fun. They had to be helpless for the initial rape, unless you were able to completely physically control your slut. The few women who could actually rape their man physically, reported it was huge fun. The extended begging, pleading, and crying before it got going. And the final noise and waterworks when eventually it turned into the bang at the end.

  My kitchen table had been the site of my taking his little butt cherry. Some mommies liked the helpless tied ritual for ongoing rape sessions, and others liked to turn it into the way I had. You already showed them it fits. That they can do it. That they enjoyed it, they got hard and finished quickly when you tugged them. Now, you don't need tied. This camp cimed it was even more humiliating of a ritual, because they had to let you. You were exercising more power and more control over them, demonstrating that you could now command them and they would comply with your twisted demands.

  I raped him so many times, I lost count. I hadn't known I would enjoy the one where I got dressed, and unzipped and pulled it out so much. But I did. I was going to remember that one, and have him over the hood of the car for a quick rough ride eventually, that was for certain. I was getting off on all this, and hadn't realized how much I would come to like it, or how quickly.

  "All right. You don't have to. But… you can do more than kiss them. They're clean. We're in the tub after a good shower. I won't make you. But if you do? I'll think about letting you sleep in the bed tonight. Instead of freezing on the floor all night like st night. Naked, chained to the bed like a slut. Do it, and you can sleep in bed with mommy. Feel mommy up against you under the covers, all warm and snuggled."

  Of course he did it.

  "Good boy…"

  I told him he was done, and stood up suddenly when I felt like it. I was getting better at the bored, distracted, whatever the hell I feel like attitude. I leaned my hands back against the sink and snapped my fingers. Dry me off time. He rushed to comply. I walked off to the bedroom when I was done, and he knew to go about gathering up things like towels and washrags for the washer. When he made it into the bedroom, I was standing by the bed with three long chained handcuffs dangling from one hand, the other hand pointing at the bed.

  "Face down. Time for your nightly correction, slut."

  New ritual. Discovered by accident. Long chained cuffs in front and behind. Wrists secured at his hips. Ankles long chain snaked up through the back handcuffs. Helpless. One bandanna tied to the middle of the other. Feed one in, knot the other behind his head. The extra quiet bandanna gag. I grabbed the ankle chain and held him secure and extra helpless for tickle torture. Nightly correction, nightly small torture. Any error, anything less than perfection, anything I thought could use the slightest improvement. Anything I want to add.

  I start with about one minute of tickling, to get it started. Brief pause for safety breathing, while I softly inform him of the first correction. Then he gets tickled longer than the start of it. Then a little pause, and I tell him the second item. Then more tickling. Longer. We go through my entire list, and anything else I can think of. When we're done, he gets a nice long one.

  A new ritual, and I like it. We'll do this every night. Little slip ups in dressing or undressing. Anything that stands out that I feel could be done a little better next time. I added filing my nails in the bath at the end, so that got the longest tickling. I let him compose himself at the end. Then, when the gag comes out, he knows I get thanked for correcting him. He's been told it better sound sincere, too. I got the slow, nervous thank you this time. Feeling around for what I might like best.

  "Not bad. This? Will be done nightly. Good chance to go over things, keep you moving. I expect constant improvement. This should get shorter, not longer. By the time we're getting near done? I expect you just get the short one to start it off… then the long one at the end to finish it. And if the same item keeps popping up on this list? That's not good, at all. That? Shows you have no respect for me. That? Tells me that you must be lying when you thank me for correcting you. I'll have no choice at that point, other than to take you down to the basement. Where we'll have a nice, long discussion about that item that keeps popping up on the list."

  "If you don't appreciate nice, polite correction? You can compare it to the long, severe punishment. I'm not even fucking around with hurting my hand anymore down there. Mommy's belt is going to come off quick. And mommy's belt is going to stay off. For a very long time. You'll get lots more than just the belt, trust me. If you want to get the paddle used on your ass for a couple hours? I'll be happy to do it. When you don't take polite, gentle correction seriously, it shows me you have no respect for me. I won't tolerate that, for one second."

  "Do we understand each other, little boy?"

  "Yes mommy."

  "Well? We better. And don't get any weird ideas, that just because the girls are home, that I'll hesitate to do it. We can just be going out for a nice, long, romantic walk in the cool night air. I demand your strict obedience, and I'll get it. One way or the other. If you test me, you will not be happy with what happens, on these nice, long walks."

  He thanked me and promised me to no end.

  "We'll see. Now. Let's get you out of there…"

  I released him. The new ritual of locking the cuffs, clicking them slowly in tight, each one individually, in order. Then going over them and doing the double lock, in the same order. Ritualistic helplessness. Then undoing the double locks, one at a time, in order. Followed by slowly unlocking each cuff, and slowly releasing a wrist or an ankle. Release ritual. I've already noticed, than when he's naked with me and I py with a cuff, clicking it slowly and wrapping it around and doing it again… just the noise of the cuff clicking slowly, makes him hard. He stares at me doing it, and I smile back.

  He's standing naked in front of me after being released, and I'm thinking. How do I want to py with him before bed. I find myself clicking one of the long chain cuffs like this, pying with it idly. He's staring and his cock is twitching. I'm smiling. My naughty compulsion shoots me a snapshot. We're with people. The girls are having people over for one of their little parties. I'm pying with my new key chain, the little thumb cuffs that organize my little metal key rings. He'll notice me pying with it, and get uncomfortable. Getting turned on by the sound, and I'll smile. I know what its doing to him, and then watch as he gets uncomfortable, trying to hide his growing hardness. Making sure he sits just right. I'll smile and do it more.

  "All right. Go kneel at the foot of the bed. I wanna py with my slut some before bed. There's really no point in training a little slut, if you don't py with it to enjoy it."

  I enjoy sitting at the foot of the bed, to get the ritual groveling. The little kisses and licks I like. He's kissing my toes now, too. Good.

  "All right. Enough. Eyes up here. Mommy likes having her twat licked. Correcting you, makes mommy moist. I want a nice, clean twat. I want this nice and slow. I want to enjoy this. Now get your face up here, and let's get… where's your colr?"

  I got stammering. I pasted a nice sp on his face, and demanded he go get it immediately. He returned with it, and knelt and offered it to me. I muttered under my breath and I put it on, and locked it. Put the key aside.

  "I thought I expined to you, while I was fucking you hard, how much I enjoyed seeing you in this. What do you have to say for yourself?"

  I flicked his "slut" name tag a couple times, while I got the stammering answers.

  "When we're alone? Naked? You'll wear it. I'm not waiting for tomorrow night to correct this little slip up. I'm going to correct you right now. I have a chair right there, at my desk. Go stand by it and wait for me. Go."

  I handcuffed his hands behind his back, then his ankles. Short handcuff chains for both.

  "Don't just stand there. Put yourself over my p. Don't make it any worse than it has to be. Let's go. Now."

  I shoved the bandannas, still moist from his tickling into his mouth and knotted it tight behind his head. Ritual. I rubbed the paddle over his ass and felt the squirming because he knew what was coming. I hissed at him.

  "You'll sit still for this. You're lucky I'm too tired to take you in the basement. Your colr is important. It shows respect. It shows you like being owned by your mommy. When you forget to wear it? It shows you don't respect me. It shows you don't like being owned by mommy. If you don't respect me, and like me, enough to wear your colr like I expined to you downstairs? Then this is what happens…"

  I put the music on nice and loud, and brought my hand up from below the colr and dragged his head down. Locked his legs between mine to hold him securely. Ritual. I gave him a quick, hard, intense paddling. Fast, hard cracks without stopping. I got the tears and the pulling quickly. He got something to cry for, then he got something for moving around, then he got something to scream and pull for. I turned the music down enough he could hear me.

  "That? Was for not wearing the colr like I told you."

  I turned the music back up, and repeated it longer. Then lowered the volume again.

  "That? Was for not having respect for me."

  Then I did it longer, as fast and hard as I could. The results were spectacur. Keeping nicely marked up cheeks guaranteed quick results. I could have gotten great results just from my hand, but wanted to make a better impression.

  "That? Was for not liking me enough to do what you know I like."

  Then I put the music up loud again, and gave him a nice, long session. I had the nice, squirming hot mess of tears and crying over my p I wanted finally. Music down low now.

  "That? Was so you don't forget it. Now knock it off, and be quick about it…"

  I rubbed his ass and tapped it gently with the paddle, while he calmed down. The jumping and fresh bursts of sobs with every touch was fun. I'm positively wicked now, that I enjoy this so much. When he had calmed down just enough I could get intelligible speech out of him, I untied the effective double bandanna gag, and didn't have to wait for what I wanted.

  He thanked me for correcting him properly, and it was sobbed out. I shoved the gag back in and tied it again. I turned the music up loud, and really gave it to him. When I was ready again, when he was ready again. I whispered in his ear.

  "That? Was because it didn't sound sincere enough to me…"

  This time when I untied the bandanna, I got thanked more profusely, scared little sobs every time I rubbed or tapped his ass with the paddle.

  "Hmm… better. Now stand up."

  "Now. We're going back to the bed. Again. I'm getting licked, like I wanted."

  I grabbed him and half dragged, half carried him to the foot of the bed.

  I sat down in front of him, and pointed with the paddle.

  "Kneel. Kisses first. We'll start all over again."

  I enjoyed my groveling, my little licks and kisses. Toes kissed again.

  When I was ready, I dragged him upright onto his knees, and got his face into my moist slit. Every once in a while, I leaned over and gave him several cracks. Told him to do it better. I got a nice, long licking in this fashion. I love when I'm done, how I wipe it on his face.

  He needed no prompting whatsoever, to thank me for letting him lick me. What a rush. So much better than the reports I got from other girls. They don't want to, or they do it for ten seconds to get it over with. Or they use it, to extract whatever else they want extra from the girl. Or its a rare treat the girl has to beg for. Not mine. I intended to get it done regurly, at great length, and enthusiastically. This is about training my slut to please me. Whatever I want. I want this, and I'll get it. Its my fault if I'm not pleased fully. I will be.

  "Not bad at all, slut. We'll work on that. You'll be perfect in no time. Licking mommy, is one of your most important duties, if you want to please me. I will politely suggest that you take this very seriously, and learn to get it right. Now. I want fucked. I'm going to tell you what I want, and you're going to do it."

  I manhandled him up onto the middle of the bed. I saw on his face downstairs earlier, when I was finally able to rape him standing up, crowded helpless into the corner, how much he liked it. What else was the point of having a girlfriend big enough and strong enough to move him around, I guess. I can move a young calf around that weighs as much as him, so I know I can do it. I dragged him bodily up onto the bed, and got him on top of me. Still handcuffed behind his back, helpless. Ankles still cuffed together, helpless. I had him ying on top of me, at my mercy. Paddle in my hand, menacing him with it under his chin.

  "I want it slow. I want it nice. I want it gentle. I want it to take forever. I want light penetration. I want just the tip in, and you make it take a long time, to get those short little strokes long enough to be all the way in. When you finally get in? You move around and make me enjoy it. Nice and gentle, nice and slow. You're not allowed to come, before you're given permission. You're going to learn some dick control, little boy. Practice makes perfect. You even think you're getting ready? You better come out and wait, then start all over again, from the beginning. You come inside me? You're going to really get it. You come before you're allowed? I'll give it to you good. Not gentle, like you got being corrected for not wearing your colr. I have a chair right there, and we'll have a nice long talk about not listening to what I say."

  I gave him a constant stream of instructions, to low music. I swatted his ass with several hard cracks at will. Mainly for not going slow and gentle enough. I got kissed how I wanted, when I wanted. My neck licked and kissed and gently bit, on command. When he finally pulled out and paused, I told him he was a good boy.

  "Now remember, start all over again from the top. You take your time getting it back in. Go even slower, take more time. That's better…"

  Girls report guys are into quick fast humps. Quickies. I like that fine, but only when I want it. Sometimes, I want it long and slow like this. Its impossible to get a guy to understand how much we enjoy it. I'm going to have no trouble at all when this is over, I'm sure of it. The fault is mine now if I don't get every st thing I desire. Going extra slow and gentle like this, done long enough, gives a girl pleasure. The long, slow gentle sliding along the clit eventually makes for a nice little orgasm, and I wanted mine. I just took it, so I got it. After I had mine, I told him to go fast and get finished. I spurred him on, with constant paddle cracks. Faster, faster. You're allowed to come now, get it done. Don't you dare finish inside of me, you pull out and go on my tummy.

  He finished in no time, and obediently cleaned up the mess he made on my tummy. I kissed him like a slut for a while. I could taste my slit on his mouth, I could smell it on his face. I could taste his tummy mess, too. Dirty, slutty, wet kissing. As long as I wanted. I cracked him with the paddle at will all through it. Little tears for this were fun. If the little tears stopped, I made them reappear with cracks. I smiled when I did it. I don't know how long I enjoyed this, but I lost track.

  When I was done, I told him it was over. I got thanked again and again, for teaching him how to fuck, for allowing him to be inside me. He begged me to be allowed to do it more, whenever I wanted.

  "Shush. You're welcome. When I want it slow? I get it slow, just like this. You take your time. When I want a twat concussion? I'll tell you. You're very lucky, you know. I don't make you read my mind, what I want. I'll just tell you, then you can give it to me. This wasn't too shabby. We might be starting to get somewhere."

  I went through the releasing him ritual. I got him up, and was just about to give him some instructions, when my phone went off.

  "Well, well, well. The girls are staying with the boys another couple days. They must be getting something fun. Let's see about the bad kid…"

  I got a text back she was fine, and I asked her if I could have another couple days enjoying birthday fun, that the other two were extending their boy time as well. She must be having fun too, her reply told me.

  "Well. We have the townhouse to ourselves another couple days. More birthday fun. Now…"

  I pointed with the paddle, where we usually put my clothes he took off.

  "I told you, you get more chores until training is over. Here's one of them. You're going to wash all my clothes for me, then fold them neatly. You put my practice clothes in that bag, where you know it goes. Just stuff them in. My regur clothes? Are the ones that get folded neatly. They go in these drawers. Neatly organized. Like you see it now. I see any dirty clothes on the floor, ever? You'll get a lecture for it. As soon as my clothes hit the floor? The instant you have a free second, they go into the washer. The washer gets run? Every night after bath time, with the towels and washrags. I expect it dried and neatly folded, and everything put away where it belongs."

  I pointed the paddle at him now.

  "You want me to start to be the least little bit impressed? Then make this the first time, the only time I had to tell you something. Then just show me you can do it from then on. Now. That reminds me. One more issue we're going over…"

  I locked his wrists behind his back nice and tight, and held him by them, marching him into the bathroom. I pointed at the toilet with the paddle, and hissed at him.

  "Kneel…"

  I lifted the seat, and inspected everything. I grabbed him by the head, and shoved his face into the bowl. I tapped where I indicated with the corner of the paddle for emphasis.

  "See that? Get nice and close, so you see it…"

  I cracked him.

  "Again…"

  We did this for a while, while I enjoyed some tears and a little sobbing.

  "We're alone now. I know its not me doing this. Means its you. I'm the only one who wipes this thing off. Now? You're going to wipe it off. Every night. The sink and this toilet, get wiped off. After bath time, when you're gathering up the wet towels and washrags? Great time to do it. And if I ever see a drop like this again? I better not. You wipe it off, if you do it. Now… let's make sure you hear me…"

  "Lick. You made a mess? You clean it up. You don't like to clean your mess up the nice way? We'll do it this way."

  A nice couple cracks.

  "All of it! Clean it all…"

  "Again!"

  I put the lid down, and tapped it with the paddle.

  "Whole thing. Its just my ass on there since I wiped it down st time. You're little tongue has no problem with my ass, does it? Lick it clean…"

  I swatted him the entire time. When I was done, I pulled up on the handcuffs, and marched him back into the bedroom. I sat down on the chair. I clicked short handcuffs tight on the ankles. I pointed at my p, and tapped it with the paddle.

  "Let's go. I'm gonna make sure you don't forget these polite instructions. Come on…"

  He got the same routine all over again. I lowered the music, pulled out the wet bandannas, and gave him a little lecture at every break. Then went back to giving it to him good.

  "There's no need for this one!"

  "This is just a complete ck of respect for me!"

  "Why would you even think I would put up with this, hmm?"

  "This is me not putting up with it!"

  "We learning something? We understanding each other? I don't think we are yet!"

  "Sit still! You know what that gets you!"

  "Shut it! You want more? I'll give you more!"

  "I'll give you something to move around for!"

  Then the now obligatory epic finish. Ritual.

  I stood him up and had already tossed the wet bandannas on the night stand. I pointed at the floor with the paddle I had just used on him thoroughly. I used my mean mommy voice. It was difficult for him to get down with his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles still cuffed. He wiggled down and got into groveling position as best he could.

  "Beg…"

  "I'm not feeling it. You don't sound like you mean it."

  "You call that begging?"

  I got him up and repeated some more of the epic finish, then we went back to trying it again.

  "I said beg. Like you mean it."

  He went back over again, for not having thanked me for correcting him. Then, we tried again. This time, I got properly thanked the right way, and we went back to begging.

  "You're trying to be forgiven!"

  "Let mommy help you with that…"

  I reached behind me, onto the dresser top. Because we were alone, I could have my things out and handy. I grabbed my coiled up bullwhip. I ran the coils over him, and listened to the begging get better.

  "That's better. That's lots better… keep going."

  "Oh yeah. Begging is getting better."

  "Shush now. Mommy is going to have some fun with you…"