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What The Hell Is Slave Training

I’ve had the imagine of being trained by someone stuck in my head for a while now. As someone who wouldn’t mind (understatement) being owned by a woman someday, you’d think I’d know what that means, but I don’t.

Oh I’ve been asked how I’ve been trained. My only answer is that I haven’t.

I’d imagine it depends on the goals right? The goal would be…….too…serve..the dominant…better?

Obviously it has something do to with something. I know it’s not nothing.

There are websites that deal with slave training, most talk about getting deeper submission out of the submissive and reaching a point of “total slavery”.

Total slavery? I have no idea what that means. Sign me up though!

A simple google search brought up Best Slave Training. I just breezed through it. Part of me didn’t want to read any of it since it might spoil it for a future woman that want’s to train me. It would be like learning how a movie ends before you go and see it.

In my mind’s eye I imagine it’s about just learning all of the small things that make her happy.

I’ll occasionally daydream about it both sexually and non-sexually. Since I can’t focus on one specific person that means that random women on the street will be the subject of my slave training daydreams.

I’ll see a woman on the subway and think:

-How does she like her breakfast?
-What body part turns her on the most when she’s kissed?
-How does she like her coffee?
-Maybe she’d like it if I met her at the door every day to take her coat.
-Does she prefer her clit sucked gently or hard?
-Holy shit what if she’s submissive??? I’m daydreaming for no reason! Oh who am I kidding she probably has a boyfriend. Crap she’s getting off on the next stop!

Ok maybe everything I think of as training, others think of as just learning to be a good boyfriend. Hey, I’m working on a blank slate here.

By the way, I think I may have hit a new low when my service/sexual fantasies revolve around women I have little chance of speaking to much less seeing again. I’ll admit I sometimes hope I’ll see their profiles later on one of the many BDSM dating sites I’m on.

My Cunnilingus Crusade

I have a three day weekend to somehow do it.

First I wanted a hardcore BDSM scene combined with hours of sex.

Realized sex would be much easier to find.

Settling for just going downtown for a few minutes.

Wish me luck!

No Talking

She had sent me several text messages over the course of the day just to torment me:

“Too bad you can’t suck on my clit with a gag in your mouth”

“I adore you….you make me laugh, you make me cum, you please me. Part of me hates you because of it”

“I plan to use your cock until I’m sick of it.”

“After tonight I want to see you again soon. Shall I make an appointment with your cock now or does it need to check it’s schedule?”

“Your tongue is like queludes”

Then she sent her instructions:

“I want all of your toys laid out for me along with a fresh tea and a bottle of water. No talking unless I tell you to. If you make one peep I’m leaving”

As soon as she walked in she had a big smile on her face. A great big…greedy smile.

My mouth watered as my eyes took in her long, perfectly shaped legs.

“You are so fucked” she said to me with a wicked grin as she sat down on my chair and pointed to the floor next to her.

I sat down on the floor and she just sat there smiling, petting my head and occasionally rubbing her foot on my groin.

I was in heaven.