Slave By Mail
by Master Ivan
Part One: The Letters
Ad placed in an underground paper 10/24:
DOM WM age (xx) sks sub F any race for
slave training by mail. Send detailed letter,
written in the nude, to Master Ivan, Box~~~
11/1
Master Ivan:
Please forgive me; I am new to this business, and I'm not sure where to begin.
I am a white female, 28 years old. I am 5'6" tall, weigh 120 pounds, with dark brown hair, dark complexion and brown eyes. My measurements are 38 26 30.
I am single, live alone in a small studio apartment, and work a 9 to 5 shift as a sales clerk in a local department store. I have no family, few close friends, and tend to spend much of my free time alone.
The fantasy of being a slave has always struck a resonant chord within me. I frequently fantasize being tied, whipped, raped, or just being completely controlled. Even the idea of sitting here naked as you commanded while writing this excites me greatly.
My sexual experiences, unfortunately, have done little to help me realize my fantasies. Most guys I've dated have been very conservative in their attitudes; they think I'm a little weird. A few have tried tying my hands during sex, or spanking me, but it was clear they were not into it. I'm not sure how far I can go, but I need much more of this.
I dream of being completely enslaved by a true Master. He would control every aspect of my life, demand service from me constantly, both sexual and otherwise, and punish me severely for the slightest infraction. He would decide what clothes I wore and frequently make me wear things under my clothes to remind me he is in control. At home, I would be his servant, cook, valet, etc., and treat him like a king. He would tie me or chain me somehow, every day, both to punish me and to enjoy my struggling. Sexually, he would make me service him in every way imaginable and be constantly ready to do so on demand. Occasionally, he might even have me service his friends, male and female.
I don't know precisely where all this will lead. What I do know is that I am a very frustrated slave girl inside trying to find a Master.
Please tell me something about yourself and your plans for me. How long have you been into these things? What is your living situation like? Am I what you're looking for?
Please write back soon!
Your naked future slave-girl,
Dora Medina
11/5
Dora-
First, remove all your clothes and kneel on the floor. Do not read further until you have done so.
If you are now kneeling and naked, separate your knees by at least twelve inches.
Whenever you get a letter from me, you will assume this position before reading it. In the future, there will be punishments for failing this. You will remain naked until you finish reading, carry out all instructions within, and do any writing required. There will be many other restrictions to come, on both your dress and performance; this is only the beginning.
Some brief notes about me. I am, as stated in my ad, a white male, age (xx), six feet tall, one hundred fifty pounds, of southern European extraction. I am a business professional with a moderate income, and rent a modest sized house in the southeastern suburbs. I have been active in the B & D scene for a fair number of years and have trained a good number of slave girls in the past.
As a mail slave, you will receive regular letters from me which will require regular responses. There will be a variety of daily training exercises you will be required to perform (Kneeling naked as you read this is a good example), and you will be keeping a diary. Your daily training will be done late in the day, just before bed-time, and you will make your diary entries when finished. There will eventually be a morning program, as well.
There will be some equipment required in your training. A few items I might supply, but the bulk of it you will acquire yourself. Before you open my next letter to you, you will need some soft nylon rope, some spring type wooden clothespins, an alarm clock or an "Oven timer", and some scarves usable as blindfolds or gags. These items may not necessarily be used, but you will have them ready if needed.
As soon as possible, you should get, if you do not have one already, a floor-length mirror, as large as possible. It should be large enough so that you can see your entire body when standing before it.
In your next letter to me, I want you to draw a detailed floor-plan of your studio. I need to know the size and shape of the place, as well as the placement of furniture, appliances, bathroom, carpets, doors, windows, shelves, electric outlets, etc. To train you properly, I must know what is available and where. I may require you to rearrange the room somewhat to accomplish this.
The clothes worn by a free woman are not permitted for a slave girl. You will eventually have to buy or make some clothes, and much of what you have may have to be discarded. One good idea would be to have a foot-locker. Any free-woman's clothes could be kept locked inside so that they would be available if needed, but still kept out of sight.
There will be other things you will need, but these I've mentioned will do for now and keep you occupied for a while.
To begin, there is an exercise you will do each evening. When you have your mirror, you will kneel facing it. Spread your knees wide and cross your wrists behind you as if they were bound. You will remain in this position for half an hour each and every night. After the half-hour is over, you will remain kneeling and naked, and record your reactions in the diary.
Two important notes on the diary: first, whether I order you or not, make your diary entries immediately at the conclusion of every night's training. Second, do not rewrite or copy your notes, and do not cross out or change any entries. I want your immediate, spontaneous reactions to training so I may measure your progress and pace your training properly.
Now, if you wish to train as a slave, begin your exercise.
Master Ivan
11/8
Master Ivan:
What can I say, except, "Wow!" I feel like you've been inside my head for years and you've finally appeared in the real world!
The training equipment you require was all here, except for the clothespins. I'll buy a bag of them tomorrow. I have a fair collection of scarves, various sizes, colors and materials. My mirror is ideal--I've included it in the diagram below:
The kneeling exercise started out innocently enough; I thought I'd breeze through, get a bit bored and/or sore, and not have much reaction. Was I ever wrong!
Just a few minutes into it, I wanted to move around, especially my arms. I felt restless. Then I looked at myself in the mirror: naked, exposed, wide open. It was then that I felt your power over me. I could not move my arms, nor close my legs; you had prohibited me. I could not rise. I felt compelled, I was compelled, to simply watch myself kneeling as a slave.
My thoughts wandered sometimes to mundane things, but each time I saw myself in the mirror, I saw a whole different world. Now, the kneeling, naked slave-girl, available to her Master, was the reality, and the mundane world was the dream. By the end of the half-hour, all the soreneas, the shame, the stiffness, all of it seemed like it came directly from your hand, and it turned me on like anything!
I don't know how I'll feel a week or a month from now, but tonight, I feel like I want more already!
Your slave,
Dora
11/9 Diary
After spending the day at work, it was quite a shift when I came and simply looked in the mirror! Outside, I felt normal. In the studio, I felt like my clothes were not mine, something I had no right to wear. So I removed them.
Training exercises went well, although I was a bit more sore.
11/10 Diary
Much like yesterday, except that out on the street, I was a lot more conscious of my status. I had worn clothing somewhat more revealing today, and I noticed what other, "Free women", had the privilege of wearing. Some of them wore clothes that totally concealed their figures. I was wearing a fairly thin low-cut top, but I had a jacket on over it. Suddenly, I realized I was exceeding my rights as a slave to cover myself that way, so I removed the jacket.
It was a little chilly, but not uncomfortably so. Nevertheless, the idea of forced exposure sent a massive rush through me. My nipples became visibly hard (even through my bra!) and, realizing this, I practically came on the spot!
11/13 Diary
Nothing of significance the past couple of days. I'm simply feeling more like a slave each day. I'm still very conscious of clothes, both mine and other women's. I've been wearing heels more, and getting away from sneakers and the like.
Training session was OK tonight, but about two-thirds of the way through, I had a powerful itch on my nose. I tried to ignore it, but eventually I had to scratch it.
I suspect this may be a punishable offense. Is it?
11/15 To the slut Dora:
I am pleased with your progress--you are moving forward more rapidly than I expected. Therefore, I will be advancing your training ahead of schedule.
Starting tonight, increase your time kneeling at the mirror to forty-five minutes per night. In one week, starting 11/22, increase it again to one full hour.
In answer to your question about breaking position, it is a punishable offense. You will make a sign on a 5" x 7" card, in large, clear letters, which reads, "PUNISHED SLUT". To each of the top two corners, you will attach three or four inches of string. The other ends of each of the strings will be attached to a clothespin.
The next time you break position during training, you will immediately check your clock or timer. Whatever time you have left on the clock will be doubled. During this remaining time, you will wear the sign by clipping the clothespins onto your nipples. Make sure you can read the sign clearly through the mirror.
You will now also start binding your hands behind you during training, as you clearly cannot keep them where they belong yourself. Take a short length of rope and tie it into a circle just big enough to pass your wrists through. Take one hand, move it up between your forearms, around the rope loop, and back to its original position. This should tighten up the rope snugly around your wrists. By adjusting the length of the loop, you should be able to get it tight and firm, but not cut off your circulation.
One more thing: under no circumstances are you to wear the clothespins on your nipples for more than one hour at a stretch. If you break position early enough in a session to require more than one hour of this punishment, stop after one hour, massage your nipples to regain circulation, and wait (In position!) at least fifteen minutes. Then, replace the clothespins, rebind your hands and finish the session.
My next letter to you will begin some restrictions on your use of clothes, both in and out of your home. Also, you will need to acquire some more equipment for your training. You will need a slave collar. Find a lockable dog collar, one at least an inch wide, of black leather, with chrome trim.
Finally, buy yourself a butt-plug.
Master Ivan
P.S. I've made an arrangement with the management of your PO Box service. There is now a special box there which we can both use to exchange mail, without having to mail it through the post office. This will allow us both to check it each day, and make possible one day response times. Check it every day!
11/19
Dearest Master Ivan:
I never thought I'd see the day I'd actually tie myself up! The rope loop took a little figuring out to accomplish--that sort of thing is not easy to describe in a letter--but I finally got it done.
Now at forty-five minutes, the training seems more challenging. Somehow, the rope does make it easier. Instead of letting my "Free" mind tempt me into breaking position, I just struggle against the rope, and remind myself of my enslavement to you.
That word, "Enslavement", feels so natural now. I wouldn't dream of trading it for a dry, stale, "Normal" relationship. The control you already have, the nudity, the humiliation at the mirror, the small discomforts, all of them make me soaking wet!
At work, the other girls play their free-woman games, hiding their bodies, flirting, teasing, doing their little competitive lies about status, money and men, and I have to laugh inside. They, in their supposed freedom, are slaves to their social position. I, a mere slut, am free to enjoy life, because I am no longer allowed to hide from myself. The more you enslave me, the more you free me!
11/20
I found the dog collar today. The lockable ones are not easy to find, but I lucked out. Black leather and chrome, as you commanded. I'm going to the "Combat Zone" tomorrow to find a butt-plug. Somehow, the idea of my ass being penetrated scares me and turns me on at the same time.
11/21
I now have the plug. It is a small one, about three quarters of an inch in diameter and about four inches long. I'm going to wait for your instructions before trying anything with it.
The training started out easily enough; the roped, kneeling slave displayed at her mirror felt confident, until...
With fifteen minutes left, the phone rang! I suddenly was overwhelmed with fear--I knew I'd have to wear the clothespins as punishment for half an hour if I answered it. Ignoring it could be a problem, as well. Finally, at about the seventh ring, I decided it was my fate to be punished. I broke position and answered it.
An interesting point: when I picked up the phone, I kneeled in my slave position rather than grabbing a chair! I didn't even realize it at first. The call didn't take long, and I returned immediately to my mirror.
I picked up the clothespins with the attached sign: "PUNISHED SLUT", and a shudder went through me. I was indeed a slut--this business turned me on so much the juice was already running down my thighs. And I deserved to be punished--I broke position during training. But could I handle the clothespins?
I pinned my left nipple first. The pain was amazing! Not as intense as I feared, but more than enough to make me think twice about breaking position again. Before I intimidated myself, I quickly attached the second clothespin to my right nipple, reset the timer and tied my wrists back.
Holding back a scream, I noted that pulling my wrists back only increased the pressure on my nipples. Then, seeing that sign in the mirror --yes, it was quite accurate. I was a slave-slut under punishment.
That half hour lasted a long, long time.
Tomorrow, I go up to an hour a night.
Your punished slave, Dora
11/22
Slave-
You did well in your punishment. Remember the pain as the price for any disobedience.
From now on, wear your dog collar during training, as well as during any other activity I assign you. It is your slave collar, symbolic of my control over and ownership of you. At your option, you may wear it outside, either visible or hidden under a scarf. In the future, you will acquire a lock for it.
Go to a drug store and buy some K-Y Jelly to lubricate your butt-plug. You will be using it soon. If you do not have the lubricant when required, you will have to make do without it.
I promised you some dress restrictions--they will begin now.
If you have any pantyhose, discard them. (Anything to be discarded can be locked away if you wish, but do not even think of using any prohibited items unless absolutely required by mundane circumstances.) To replace the pantyhose, buy some garter belts and stockings.
Discard any panties you have that are made from heavy material or too opaque, unless they are otherwise very revealing. Acquire some that use a string tie to fasten and can be put on or removed while wearing leg-irons. Some of them should have no more than a string to hide your ass-crack.
As for bras, you should avoid them most of the time. Select clothes that both reveal and support your tits in a provocative fashion. When you do have to wear a bra, choose one made of thin or lacy material. If you cannot see your aureoles through just the bra, it is too opaque.
Pants are prohibited, unless they are tight enough and of an appropriate material to be revealing in the extreme. Hot pants are allowable if they expose your lower ass-cheeks.
Skirts should never be longer than mid-thigh. Longer ones are only acceptable if they are slit high enough to reveal your upper thighs. All skirts must be the wrap-around type, and must be tight around your ass.
Blouses and other tops must be cut to fit your shape well, except for sheath-type items which hug your breasts provocatively. Unless the material is thin enough to reveal your nipples explicitly, the necklines should expose the swell of your breasts and the crease between them. Halter tops are fine, particularly if they expose your breast-meat from the sides. These should be string-tied, and should leave your back naked.
Dresses are desirable, but they must meet the above guidelines for tops and skirts.
Avoid sneakers. Get into sandals, high heels and clogs. Reveal your feet, and get used to higher heels. I want you to be able to walk gracefully in a six inch opera pump as soon as possible.
I don't expect all these changes to happen immediately, but they must be accomplished soon.
Starting tomorrow, two more rules go into effect:
1. When you strip for your training, all clothing must be removed in thirty seconds or less. In a week, twenty seconds. In two weeks and thereafter, fifteen seconds. If you take longer, you are not dressed properly and must be punished for not being available enough for your Master. As punishment, wear the clothespins one minute for every second you run over the time limit. Start this punishment at the conclusion of your regular training.
2. If you have to wear clothes inappropriate for a slut, for any reason, you must pay for the privilege in pain. Five minutes with the clothespins for each and every item.
Master Ivan
11/23
It took close to two hours, but I went through my entire wardrobe. (Yes, I was naked while doing this.) If you were here, you'd be pleased at the results. A number of items I had to try on at the mirror to see if they were within limits. A couple of bras passed after I removed the linings from them. Suffice it to say that two-thirds of my old clothes are now in deep storage, and the people I work with will definitely see the difference!
Yesterday's training was uneventful. Tonight, thinking about revealing my body under your commands, I was turned on in the extreme just watching myself. I felt like my breasts were fighting to find male hands to squeeze them.
Also, I went three seconds overtime tonight getting my clothes off. I felt guilty, and I welcomed even the brief, three-minute punishment.
Slave Dora
11/24
Slut=
Your language can sometimes conceal your body, much like a free woman's clothes. Get used to using the more vulgar terms, like "Tits" and "Cunt". Learn to relate to the many ways men can view your body, from the most sophisticated down to the most crude. As a slave, you must be able to please a Master on any level he wishes.
You did well with your wardrobe. Remember, once you lock away an item of clothing, you are to be punished if you use it again.
Master Ivan
11/28 Master Ivan:
After two more punishments with the clothespins, I've started dressing much more carefully. I've gone bra-less more, and used bras with a front closure more often. I've dumped another couple of blouses, because they took too much time to remove. If my Master wants me, he must have me instantly!
Some of the women at work seem put off by me lately. Considering how much more the men at work have been looking at me, I'd say its jealousy!
11/29
I've been stripping as soon as I walk through my door, lately. I think with the right choice of clothes, I'll have the time down to ten seconds soon.
Today, I came home from work a bit early. Even though I was planning on going out again soon, I stripped anyway, without thinking, as soon as I shut the door, and it took only twelve seconds. Realizing what I did, I remembered what I am and what I'm being trained for. Your slave quickly got a wet pussy!
Slut Dora
12/2
Slut-
Starting now, you are forbidden to wear clothes at home. You are to be naked fifteen seconds after locking your door, and not dress again until leaving. Punishment: five minutes with the clothespins for each item.
The carpeted portion of your studio is your Master's. If you enter it wearing anything without permission, punishment is ten minutes with the clothespins per item.
Tonight, your ass begins training. Before your regular session, get out your butt-plug, the K-Y Jelly and a four foot length of rope. Lubricate the plug and insert it carefully while kneeling at the mirror. Wrap the rope once around your waist, knotting it in front. Pass the rest of the rope to one side of your cunt, up through your ass-crack, over the rope at your back, down through your ass-crack, by the other side of your cunt and knot it again in front. This should hold the plug securely in your ass.
Until further notice, wear it at least for the one-hour training each day. If you acquire punishments, it stays in until the punishments are finished. Removal early is to be punished by wearing it overnight.
Master Ivan
12/3
Kneeling, looking at the butt-plug, I was pretty intimidated. I greased it up with the K-Y and put some more on my ass. I was very hot, but a little scared--I've never had my ass fucked before.
Finally, after stalling several minutes, I started working it in. It hurt a bit at first, but slid in easily after the first inch or so. God, it was like taking a shit, but backwards! Alone, the sensations were stimulating, but watching myself actually doing it in the mirror, combined with the physical sensations, was very intense. I don't think I've ever felt this submissive.
Putting the rope on was a bit troublesome, as the plug kept sliding out, but having to keep pushing it back in gave me some powerful rushes.
Tying it off, I thought about my earlier hesitation and tied it extra tight, almost to punish myself. The visual effect was the most obscene thing I've ever done! The ropes on either side of my cunt (using that word actually seems more appropriate for a slave...) made it protrude and open, even more than usual.
Curious, I rose to my feet and walked a bit, to see what it would feel like. I must say, it felt as obscene as it looked, and felt like I was being gently fucked deep in my ass on every step.
I knelt again, and put in my hour. I felt very degraded, totally controlled and truly enslaved. I spent most of the hour one step away from an orgasm!
Slave Dora
12/4
Slut-
Tonight, a little sport for your exercise.
When you kneel for your session, after you insert your plug, I want you to masturbate to orgasm. Then, take a handkerchief and thoroughly wipe your crotch clean of all your juices. Lick your fingers clean, then gag yourself with the handkerchief, tying it in place with some rope.
At the thirty minute mark, repeat the process. Masturbate, clean your hands by mouth, wipe your crotch again, and re-gag yourself.
From now on, always lick and suck your fingers clean after masturbation.
Master Ivan
12/4
Master:
How much more can I handle? As soon as I set a new record for self=degradation, I find myself masturbating while fully opened and plugged, licking my own juice off my fingers and gagging myself with it! I also set a new record tonight for the most intense orgasms ever!
I've never felt more like a slut, and never loved it more!
12/6
An interesting thing came up tonight which you might want to respond to.
I got home feeling quite thirsty, so as soon as I stripped, I went to the fridge and poured a large cold drink. I was pretty horny, thinking about various aspects of my enslavement, so I got right into it. I put in the plug, tied it in extra-tight, roped my hands and began.
About ten minutes along, it hit me. That drink went right through me, and I just had to piss! Suddenly, the training became torture. Five minutes passed, and I still had to go. But with forty-five minutes left, it would cost me an hour and a half punishment time! I couldn't survive that, so I struggled on. I felt cramps, aches and pains, and with my knees spread wide, it made everything worse.
Finally, with fifteen minutes left to go, I gave in. I broke position, and used the toilet. I returned immediately to the mirror, put on the clothespins, and did my half-hour punishment.
12/7
Slave:
You did well. But pissing during training warrants a more specific punishment.
When you begin your exercises, have available a large glass and a handkerchief.
If you must piss, use the glass. Wipe yourself with the handkerchief; then, dip the handkerchief in the glass and put it into your mouth, tying it in with the rope. Every ten minutes, remove the handkerchief, re-dip it in the glass and replace it in your mouth as before.
At the end of the training period, put on your punishment clothespins. Then, drink the remaining contents of the glass. The clothespins come off when the glass is empty.
Master Ivan
12/9
That last letter was amazing; I'm still shocked! Drinking piss is something truly punishing, ultimately degrading. It hasn't happened yet, although I have the glass and handkerchief ready if it does. Will I follow through? I suppose I have no choice, as a slave. But at times like this, that free-woman part of me rears its ugly head and puts up a fight. I hope I prove worthy. Now, every time I take a piss, I think of how much of me you own.
12/lO
Slave Dora:
Yes, I do own you. You live to serve your Master, to give him pleasure, and to serve anyone to whom he gives you.
The carpeted part of your room is your Master's quarters. Think of yourself using it only with my permission.
Tonight, you are denied that permission. You will not enter that part of the room for any reason, except to make your Master's bed. When you sleep tonight, sleep naked, with no covers or pillow, on the bare floor in front of your mirror.
As soon as you awaken in the morning and see yourself in the mirror, put in the plug, rope your hands behind you and do fifteen minutes worth of standard training.
With regard to your drinking piss, your Master may someday wish to use you as a piss-mouth. Why should he have to interrupt his activities to use the toilet, when he could much more easily have his own toilet-mouth come to him? You will be trained actively in this area eventually, and even come to enjoy it. After all, you are a slave.
Master Ivan
12/11
I followed your instructions and made my bed (your bed?) immediately. As you commanded, I slept on the floor with no blankets or anything. On an impulse, I also wore the butt-plug overnight as well.
In the morning, I saw myself naked and plugged on the bare wood floor.
Again, I felt like I achieved another plateau of enslavement. The floor is a much more appropriate place for a slave-girl, and I'll feel out of place in a bed from now on. The exercise felt totally natural, plug and all. I felt owned, totally. I even felt the plug as being there by your hand, and welcome.
I laid out some very provocative clothes for work. Let's just say I'll have to avoid sudden movements if I intend to keep my tits inside my shirt. And why not? Such clothes are ideal for a slave who must please her Master.
Slave Dora
12/12
Slave:
The scene from two nights ago, sleeping on the floor, as well as the masturbation scene from just over a week ago, are examples of another level of activity we'll be getting into. Let's just call them fantasies. Some of them, like sleeping on the floor, may become regular practice. Others may be a reward for you, or perhaps a punishment. On occasion, they may just be my own whims of the moment. You will do one tonight which fits into that last category.
After your training routine tonight, move your coffee table in front of your mirror, about six feet away, with the long side facing the mirror. Use the bathroom if you must, refresh yourself if you wish. Then, get onto your coffee table.
Consider yourself a slave on display, on exhibition. Imagine the mirror as being a one-way observation window, where prospective buyers may view you. You may sit, lie down, stand, dance, even roll up into a ball. But do not touch the floor again for one hour. You may masturbate if you wish.
If you fail to complete the hour, your punishment will be to repeat the hour tomorrow night with your hands bound behind you and your ass plugged.
Master Ivan
12/12
Master:
I followed your instructions tonight with the coffee table. Again, I underestimated the effect it would have on me. I thought it would be similar to the regular training, with a bit more latitude for movement and comfort. To put it mildly, I was wrong.
To begin with, the idea of being "On display" on a raised platform was quite different. Now, my every movement was (in my fantasy) being watched in detail. Each time my legs moved, I felt eyes watching my pussy. Whatever I revealed exposed more than my body.
The idea of not being allowed to touch the floor for the hour was more confining than a steel cage would have been, because my will was forced to take an active role in the experience. And cooperating in my own display
was more degrading than it would have been with a Master's ropes to force me. I masturbated twice while on the coffee table, and licked myself clean each time.
I am feeling more and more helpless to resist your will.
12/13
Master:
Tonight, it finally happened.
Let me start at the beginning. I dressed this morning in three inch heels, stockings and garter belt, a grey mini-skirt, no panties, a push-up half-bra which raises and separates my tits without covering the nipples, and a pullover shirt which, while opaque, is so thin you can count the stitches on anything worn under it.
I didn't notice until some time after I left the house, that with my nipples thrust out, the shirt tended to rub against them with every move I made. The result was a very horny, distracted slave-girl. If I had worn any panties, they would have been soaked by the end of the day.
On the way home, I had to make a few shopping stops, and I had a couple of cups of coffee en route. The significance of this didn't occur to me at the time, but perhaps you can see it coming.
When I finally got home and stripped, I was horny enough to jump on anything breathing! I briefly considered masturbating immediately, but figured it would enhance my training if I held off until afterwards. So I went to the mirror right away.
Kneeling, plugged, with knees spread and hands bound behind me, it hit me. The coffee! This time, it was two cups worth, and it had been there several hours. It only took a few minutes to realize what I had to do.
I got the glass and pissed into it. (I keep all the required items right there within reach.) The smell was obvious, as well as the fact that since it was in a glass, it was meant for me to drink. I set it down right in front of me, filled almost to the brim.
I wiped myself with the handkerchief. I was sopping wet, and very little of it was the piss. Passing the hankie over my clit, I almost came on the spot. Surprisingly, this ritual was arousing me beyond belief. I briefly ran it under my nose, and the scent of my own juices made me realize how much of a slut I really am.
If I didn't get my hands bound again soon, I was going to break all the rules and masturbate like a maniac! I quickly dunked the hankie in the glass and shoved it in my mouth.
The taste hit me like a brick wall. I don't know why, but having that piss-soaked rag in my mouth was not only the most degrading thing I've ever done, but the most arousing! To kneel there and watch myself, as well as tasting and smelling myself, and to do it all "Voluntarily", well, if there is a limit to how far this can go, I felt like I hit it.
Ten minutes went by. I freed my hands, pulled out the rag, wiped my cunt again, dipped it again in the glass, re-gagged myself and re-bound my hands. I couldn't believe I was doing this!
Needless to say, that hour passed very slowly. I felt like I would do anything for anybody at that point. I felt like I should be kneeling in the bathroom, not here at the mirror.
The hour ended, and I found myself looking at the nearly-full glass of piss. Now, things would go from bad to worse.
I put on my tit-clamps with the sign. I needed the discipline as well if I was to follow through with the rest of my penalty.
For a minute or two, I just knelt there, looking at myself and the glass. Very soon though, the pain in my tits started building, and I realized I'd have to obey soon to avoid more suffering. I picked up the glass and stared at it for awhile. I saw myself again in the mirror, holding it, and a shudder went through me. I realized also how horny I was and how degraded I had become under your training.
I quickly drank about a third of the glass. Still warm, the taste was unbelievable. And watching myself in the mirror while doing it, naked, spread open and wearing that sign from my tits, it was really overwhelming.
I hesitated, not feeling capable of finishing the glass. I put it down and roped my hands behind me. Soon, the pain again encouraged me to return to the glass. Another third of the glass went down. I remembered your words, "Toilet Mouth", and agreed. That's just what I was, and I was proving it now.
It was a punishment drink. But my tits were being punished as well, and the pain was getting worse than the humiliation. The taste was horrible, but I finished the drink.
What surprised me more than anything was that I was still turned on, in spite of the shame and the pain. When I finished the drink, I did not quickly remove the clothespins and rinse out my mouth. I stayed, pain and all, and masturbated to a quick, intense and long-awaited orgasm. When I finally did remove the tit-clamps, the intense pain of their removal gave me a rush that started in my nipples and ended in my cunt.
I did not rinse my mouth until the following morning.
Your piss-mouth,
Dora
12/15
Slave:
You did well with your toilet-mouth training. I am pleased with your responses. Someday I may command you to drink piss as part of your regular training.
It is now time for you to buy a larger butt-plug. Make it at least an inch in diameter. Larger if you wish, but you must use it when I command you to do so.
Also, buy a lock for your collar. Have you been wearing the collar outside?
Master Ivan
12/15
Yes, I have worn the collar outside occasionally, maybe once or twice a week. I do not wear it openly, but cover it with a scarf. I may someday wear it openly if you so command.
I will get the new butt-plug tomorrow.
12/16
I have the new plug. It is the same length, but about an inch and a quarter in diameter at its largest point. I will wait for your command before using it.
I also have the lock for my collar.
Slave Dora
12/17
Slave:
A variation for your exercise tonight (only tonight).
First, put clothespins on your nipples, without the sign. Then, grease up your new butt-plug and insert it in your ass. The clothespins come off when the plug is in. You should not need the rope to hold it in.
Make a new rope loop for your wrists, one with a bit more slack than the one you've been using.
Get two wine glasses and fill them with water. Take them to your mirror.
Place the glasses three feet apart on the floor. You will now sit directly on the floor, with your weight on the plug in your ass. Keeping your legs straight, separate your feet so they are outside the glasses on the floor.
Take your collar and rotate it so that the leash-loop is at the rear. Pass your new wrist rope through the collar loop, then rope your hands with it behind your neck so they are attached to your collar.
Now, do your hour.
If you fail this exercise, you will be punished tomorrow night.
Master Ivan
12/17
That exercise was something else! The plug was tight going in--I certainly never forgot it was there...
The position made it even more intense, driving the plug deep into my ass. While I was putting my legs in position, I found myself bracing with one hand behind me, keeping the weight off my ass. But tying my hands up behind my neck eliminated that possibility.
I must say, you thought out this one carefully! I could not shift my weight to ease my poor asshole, and my pussy was even wider open than with the standard training position. With my arms bound up behind my neck, my tits were displayed even more brazenly than usual. A very effective position for a slut like me, and one which kept my attention riveted on being fucked in the ass for the entire hour.
12/18
Back to the standard position again tonight. Compared to last night, it was a breeze. Still, that new plug will be tight for a while. I tried walking with the new plug in, and it sure is intense!
I forgot to note some other thoughts from last night. A lot of fantasies occurred to me: a colonial America scene, being punished in leg stocks, for instance. Another had the two glasses filled with piss, and I'd have to lick the floor clean if I spilled one. Another involved showing my tits to complete strangers under the command of a Master.
This scene is getting hotter all the time!
Your horny slut,
Dora
12/20
Find a place on a wall near your mirror where you can put a small hook and hang the key to your collar on it.
From now on, always lock the collar on when you wear it. The key stays on the hook. If you wear the collar outside, either exposed or concealed, leave the key at home.
Tomorrow, you will wear your butt-plug and collar to work.
Master Ivan
12/20
I have the hook for the key. My collar is locked on, and will not be unlocked until I finish tomorrow night's training.
Thinking about having to wear the plug all day outside is exciting me a great deal. I feel very owned.
12/21
I don't believe how I felt today!
Kneeling at the mirror, I put the plug in. Watching myself in the mirror, I saw the lock on my slave-collar, and saw the key on the wall. Looking at it, I almost felt afraid to touch it.
With the plug inserted, I remained in position, hands unroped but behind me, and saw a true slave in the mirror looking back. I already knew the day would test my submission.
I dressed in a low-cut blouse, short skirt, stockings and garter belt, and my high heels. (Did I mention I now have a set of four-inch spikes with ankle straps?) Reconsidering, I wore a G-string panty just to make sure the plug stayed put. I covered my collar with a red scarf and left the house.
The walk was quite stimulating--every step caused the plug to move around inside me. I have the option of either walking or taking a short subway ride for part of the trip; I chose the subway. Finding a seat, I soon found that the vibration of the train made that damned plug feel like a vibrator on high! I had everything I could do to avoid an orgasm right there in public!
Working in the store was similar. I knew, between the plug and the heels, that I was walking differently. I was very self-conscious, and very hot. And when the men looked at me, I could almost swear they knew about the plug. And that made me even hotter!
Somehow, I got through work without coming in my panties, or jumping my male co-workers, or having my pussy-juice stain my stockings. Leaving work, the plug felt somewhat drier, but I think my juices got all the way
back to it and lubricated it again. I decided to walk home. As I walked, the plug continued to move in and out of my ass, teasing the shit out of me. About two blocks from home, I actually had an orgasm! I managed to
contain most of my outward reactions, but my stocking-tops were definitely wet when I stripped at home!
I'm leaving the plug in until after training.
Slave Dora
12/22
New Rule: The collar stays on permanently. If you remove it for any reason, at any time, pay the price with fifteen minutes with the clothespins, standard position, before removing it, or thirty minutes after removal. If you fail to wear it out of the house, do a full hour, before and/or after the trip, and split the time up as you like. As an alternative, for leaving the house uncollared, wear the plug and the collar for the following two consecutive days.
You must also learn more about the use of clothes. From now on, anytime you wear panties of any kind, for any reason, when you remove them, place them in your mouth. Leave them there for fifteen minutes.
One more rule, on masturbation: If you have an orgasm at any time while not wearing the collar, you will wear your crotch-rope (Remember that day?) as punishment for the next twenty-four hours.
Master Ivan
12/24
Dearest Master,
I'm feeling more owned by you every day!
Now, every time I feel your collar around my neck, I know I am no longer free to remove it. When I see the key on the wall next to the mirror during training, I know I'll be punished if I touch it.
Now, when I consider putting on a pair of panties, I no longer think of covering my cunt--I think of the extra degradation I must pay as penalty for not being available enough for you.
I haven't sat on a kitchen chair now for nearly a week--I eat while kneeling, next to the table, with my plate on the floor. It feels much more natural that way.
Last night, I slept on the carpeted floor next to your bed. I think of it that way, now. In fact, my back feels better. And so do my feelings.
Slave Dora
12/25
Slave
A present for you, for the holiday.
In the box accompanying this, you will find an extremely realistic artificial cock. Tonight, after training, you will try it out on your ass first, for fifteen minutes. Next, start practicing your oral techniques on it, and keep it in your mouth for fifteen continuous minutes.
Finally, use it in your slave-cunt. For as long as you like.
Master Ivan
12/26
Master:
Thank you! I have never had a present which brought me more (pardon the expression) holiday joy!
Its just incredible. You can actually see the veins, the pores, even the attached balls almost feel like they've got a bit of hair on them! It must have been molded from the real thing.
After following your instructions, I think I spent an hour playing with it, in all my holes. I just love the feeling of having it in my mouth--I just sit and dream its really you I'm sucking on, wishing I could swallow your come.
I have no doubt you'll be using this toy in my training. I can't wait to see how!
Your slave,
Dora
12/28
Slave:
I'm glad you enjoyed your present. Yes, it will be used in your training, starting tomorrow morning.
Your most important function, should you serve a real Master in the flesh, is satisfying him sexually. You must learn to satisfy him with all your holes, cunt, ass and mouth, with great skill. The most important of these is your mouth.
To be a good cocksucker, you must practice. You will practice each day in the following manner:
Using rope, ribbon, or even a belt, attach your cock to a bedpost, about three feet from the floor. Each morning, you will suck this cock, kneeling and with your hands bound behind you, for a full fifteen minutes. Use all the techniques you would use on a real flesh and blood cock. Keep it in your mouth for the entire fifteen minutes.
Punishment for failure to complete this exercise each morning will be to repeat it for thirty minutes that night, with your butt-plug and punishment clothespins.
Another assignment for you: find a small composition book at a local stationary store, one with permanently attached pages. On the cover, label the book "Slave Book". On a second line, "Of The Slave Dora". On a third line, "Owned by Master Ivan".
Go through all my letters to you. Each time you come to a rule, you will inscribe it into the book in ink. Write in the first person, including all applicable punishments, i.e., "I will strip naked upon arrival home. I will have all my clothes off within fifteen seconds. I will wear the punishment clothespins on my nipples for five minutes for each second I go over the limit." As the rules grow and change, you may need notes to remember everything. Oh, did I say "Five minutes" for each second you run overtime when stripping? Yes, I did.
You are making significant progress and are much more aware of your duties. Other penalties will be added or increased as time goes on.
Master Ivan
12/29
Dearest Master
I'm not sure when, but I've reached a new plateau. For a while, each challenge from you was something which, although desired and welcomed, was nevertheless ominous. I was never sure I would come out the other side still intact.
Somewhere along the line, this has changed. Each new command, restriction, punishment or training exercise makes me feel more committed than ever to my own enslavement. Its like I'm coasting downhill now, and each letter from you makes me pick up speed!
Now, I need your firm hand more than ever. Not just to push me, but to guide my direction, and maybe even to stop me from going too fast!
This morning, I started practicing my cocksucking techniques. I managed to keep it up for a full thirty minutes. As instructed, my hands were bound and the cock remained in my mouth for the entire time.
Interestingly, I could see myself in my dresser mirror out of the corner of my eye during the exercise. I must say, it was a degrading sight, but it got me very aroused. The hardest part of this is to have my hands bound behind me, and not be able to masturbate! Well, this is a training exercise, and Master's pleasure comes first.
Evening exercises went smoothly tonight, except--I got a phone call with about ten minutes to go. I had a quick thought that if the phone call lasted a while, it would interrupt my training and break my mood. So I slipped on the clothespins before I answered it and remained on my knees throughout.
The call lasted ten minutes. I did my penalty time of twenty minutes immediately.
Am I moving too fast?
Your cocksucker,
Dora
12/30
Cocksucker:
No, you are not moving too fast, unless your training or your physical or emotional health suffers. You don't seem to be suffering any ill effects at all; on the contrary, your training is progressing very well.
Your discipline, however, is falling short. When I train you, I want your progress to be consistent and solid. When you jump ahead and add things on your own, or increase things without my direct command, you might jeopardize your progress. Your program of training must remain strictly under my control.
In the future, when you add or increase activities, be warned that I may make such increases permanent, and/or punish you in other ways.
From now on, your morning cocksucking practice will remain at thirty minutes; failure to complete the practice will be punished with a full hour, as described earlier, that night.
If your training is interrupted by the phone, you will put on the clothespins before answering it.
Finally, buy a large sized butt-plug, one which has a maximum diameter of two inches.
You are approaching your graduation as a fully-trained mail slave. Soon, you may wish to go beyond this to your real goals.
Master Ivan
12/31
Dearest Master
You're right, of course. I should not exceed your guidelines for training. I shall remember that each morning, as I suck your artificial cock, and each evening, as I worry about the phone ringing.
With the day off today, I went out and bought the large butt-plug. God, will it actually fit?!
Happy New Year!
Your slave, Dora
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