Lesson 1: Control

Basic control is always a good place to start someone’s practical journey to submission, beyond of course a lot of conversation. After all most have been fantasising for years (unless they were introduced to it by someone and found an interest). She was too nervous for skype. Or phone so we started with one of the many good instant messengers out there.

“Are you ‘date ready’?” was my first official message as her trainer once we had gone through primary greetings.

“Yes Sir.” Was her response.

“Describe how.”

“I am wearing a loose t-shirt and running shorts. Hair in a ponys tail.”

I waited a moment. “And?”

“Well, you know.”

“Yes I do know. I told you what to do Eve.”

“Sorry Sir. Black lace panties, no bra.” Then, “I’ve shaven my pussy.”

“Have you don’t a good job?”

“I think so Sir.”

“Good girl.”

“J”

“Why did you shave it?”

“Because you told me to Sir.”

“Yes, but why did I tell you to?”

“Because I normally only trim it Sir. You wanted me to feel your control even before this moment and after it.”

 She had shaved her pussy but normally only kept it trimmed. While I prefer shaved it isn’t as big a deal as it would seem. However, there is something about having a girl completely shave herself for me that I like. It is a very personal level of control. The same reason I choose underwear. While I do like particular visual aesthetics I have found it is great foreplay to have a girl think of me every time she moves and the fabric on her breasts and cunt caresses her sensitive skin.

“Good girl. I like them smart.”

“J”

“Kneel on the floor.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Done Sir.”

“Good you remembered to tell me when done.”

“Of course Sir J I reread all the things you told me you would expect.”

“Very good girl. That deserves a bit of a reward. Start rubbing your cunt through your panties.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Feel good?”

“Yes Sir. I’m so sensitive.”

“Wet?”

“Yes.”

“Stop.”

“Sorry Sir. Stopped.”

“Have you ever played for someone else?”

“No Sir. You know I haven’t.”

“Makes it extra sensitive doesn’t it?”

“Very much so.”

“Strip.”

“Yes Sir.”

A minute later.

“Done Sir.”

“Are you kneeling with your legs open?”

“Yes Sir. My legs must always be open when talking to you. Even if is only a bit in public.”

“Good girl. Now close your eyes and feel the air on your skin. On your nipples. On your wet cunt. Do that for a minute.”

In person I called out “Kate. Kneel in front of me.” My housemate Kate is being trained as a sex slave. More about her in another series… Suffice to say for now they both know about each other.

“That feels so good Sir.” Eve messaged me.

“Mmmmm so does teaching you. I had to start doing something naughty. Want to see?”

“Yes please Sir!”

I send a photo of Kate sucking my cock. Kate moves her head down. She likes photos, as long as her face isn’t clear.

“Wow. I’m jealous Sir. I can’t wait until I learn to do that.”

“Neither can I. For now though, do you want to play with yourself?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Convince me.”

“How Sir? Do you want me to beg?”

“Ah you have been paying attention. Yes I do.”

“Please may I play Sir.”

Silence back from me. She wants humiliation to be part of her training… I won’t let her off that easy.

“Please. I need it Sir.”

“One more go Eve. I’ll order you to play no matter how good a job you do…. But if I don’t like what I hear there will be a punishment before this night is through.”

There was a delay….

“Please Sir. Make me use my body however you want. It is your play thing. Please…. I need it Sir.”

….. Find out how I use her next time…. And if she gets punished.