Of course, I had put on my best and sexiest clothes to make the best possible impression when I arrived.

Petra, it was Petra now. Another thing. I never know when she's Petra and when she's Mistress Petra.

She then told me to take off my clothes again. Slaves are naked or they only wear the clothes they're given.

I then told her that it was all too much and too extreme for me. The only answer I got was...slaves only speak when directly asked or when they have requested and received permission.

But then she put on an understanding face and confirmed to me that the beginning is the hardest part. I have to be positive about it. This is the situation now, my life.

There were five of us; the other three were already there. They were kneeling naked on the floor, legs spread, hands clasped behind their backs. Petra silently pointed to my seat and knelt beside me. In front of us was a heavy armchair, a baroque one. What I've noticed for a while now...nothing about the decor here has any BDSM style, not like I'm used to. 

 

 The other three – two men and a woman. Master Li came in briskly, wearing the traditional skirt you usually only see in kung fu films. Yes, people still wear that occasionally here. It's actually quite elegant, once you get used to it. Fine fabrics, finely embroidered. Actually, if you look closely, we're all walking around in rags compared to back then.

And just as you see in kung fu films, he swept his back skirt aside with a sharp movement before sitting down just as sharply yet elegantly.

Shortly afterward, the first punishment book was brought to him.

I didn't understand anything; they were discussing Vietnamese.

The first person next to me confirmed, bowed deeply, and left. The same thing happened with the other two.

 

Then, after a brief pause, his gaze turned to me. A very determined, piercing look.

But, after a while...he remained silent. I had the impression that he was waiting for something. Only then did it occur to me that Petra was also kneeling naked next to me, in the same way. I looked at her with a blatant, fat grin.

I had hoped she would tell me what to do now?

In a split second, Petra looked at me and slapped me hard.

Okay, I got it - Petra's slaps make you stop grinning. 

 

 We then knelt there obediently until 7 p.m. Behind the chair, above Master Li, was a very artfully crafted clock.

Do you have any idea what cruel torture it is to kneel motionless on the hard floor for three hours?

My whole body already hurt, and I was close to tears.

Just at the moment I was about to give up and collapse, Petra grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear what was expected of me.

List my offenses and ask for punishment?

Yes, of course... I could have figured that out myself!

But there were no offenses; it was a preventative punishment. But after a few minutes, I realized that I had to produce something like that.

So I only very meekly volunteered for preventative punishment.

A deep sigh escaped the Master.

He then explained to me that it was better to do something wrong than to do nothing at all.

Then the punishment was announced: 100 cane strokes on the soles of my feet. We played the classic game; after each stroke, I had to announce my readiness and request the next stroke. My mind blanked after the first stroke, it was so hard. In my mind, I thought my feet were bleeding. It was almost 10 p.m. by the time we were finished, and he rained down the last 20 strokes on my feet in rapid succession without waiting.

It took some time, until 10:30, until I was ready again, completely destroyed.

I was told the punishment for the time I overstayed: For every hour I started, I won't get anything to eat for a day. My mind was completely shocked! This isn't right, I'll starve to death, death by starvation, because of this little thing? Unfortunately, I had unconsciously shouted it out loud.

Master Li had to restrain himself with iron discipline to keep from laughing. For my protests and complaints, I will also be deprived of sleep and kept standing for five nights.

I must also perform my duties every day. Petra will be responsible for my upbringing around the clock during the punishment period - she decides when it's time not to go to sleep. 

 

Yes, that choice of words at the end again – that extremely wicked humor!

Dinner wasn't canceled. We were alone; the family had eaten without him. So we were alone, which was fine with me. At least a very personal conversation was had. But the two of them only talked about me, not with me. It made you feel like a little child. So while the two of them chatted comfortably and casually over dinner, I knelt under the table and sucked his cock. After three hours of kneeling, that was anything but pleasant, especially because he took much more time than usual.

Of course, it wasn't just about me, but also about Petra. That's how I learned a lot about Petra. Petra had only been here for six weeks. Master Li was full of praise for her diligence and discipline. He was a bit reprimanded because she occasionally tended to be cheeky. He was also full of praise for her master, who worked completely differently but praised his own individual genius in front of Petra.

He asked Petra about her initial experience, and Petra told him a little about it. She learned the hard way through trial and error in the first few weeks. Only through reason and intelligence did she progress. If she didn't want to die of thirst, she had to submit. If she didn't want to starve, she had to adapt further. With every success, the Master became friendlier and more chummy. He was actually a great guy, if you behaved yourself. She was enslaved without consent and after just a few weeks, she had to admit that she had gotten the best deal of her life.

Yes, I understood. I'm a spoiled brat born of plenty who doesn't appreciate things. My introduction is easy and friendly, and I only complain.

Then they talked about me. He praised Petra's focused dedication and precise efficiency in getting me where a slave needs to be as quickly as possible. BUT that's not my goal. It's about etiquette and training in it. Her husband is very happy with her; she's a very good wife. But things could be better, which is why she's here in this role now.

Above all, I shouldn't simply be used as a plaything for her personal desires. The first priority should be to teach me the rules of the house, the rules of being a slave, and basic behavior. Civilized, with words, not with extreme pain. This situation only arose because Petra failed in her task. It's not my fault, but hers.

 

 Petra objected, asking if she couldn't have some fun too? She works around the clock all day and doesn't have a minute to herself.

No, she can't! Master Li expressed that he likes Petra very much and has already taken her to his heart in this short time. He fully understands why Master E sent her to him because he couldn't bring himself to give her this final training.

She is being trained here to be an object. The only joy she is allowed to feel is to serve her owner and satisfy him.

She is also in the initial stages of acclimation here, so everything is still proceeding fairly normally, like this conversation we just had at the table. But he lacks the emotional bond he has with Petra over many years; he takes his task very seriously. On the contrary, he has a very personal interest in someone with Petra's characteristics, a very personal interest in training her to be a mere object. The more he likes her, the greater his interest in training her.

I'm not entirely sure what he means by "object." Aren't we women all just objects of desire? Is there anything more advanced than that?