One of my subs is a 19 year old college boy. It's very pretty, but inexperienced, undisciplined, and in desperate need of training.
I know its class schedule and always summon it for a session the evening before a big exam. It has one tomorrow at 8am. I love to put my subs under pressure.
I don't want it to fail. I honestly don't care either way.
I'm teaching it how to prioritize. I come before everything, and it should plan accordingly.
It's 9pm and I send it a text:
"Come over now. Bring me dinner. Steak. Medium rare. Baked potato and salad."
"Yes, Sir."
Around 10pm it arrives.
"Damn, that took you long enough, boy."
"Sorry sir, the restaurant was packed. It took a while to get your food."
"Take it to the dining room and get it ready for me. Then strip down to your underwear and sit under the dinner table."
"Yes, Sir."
I sit at the dinner table with a feast before me. It even remembered to pick up a bottle of the wine I like.
I placed my feet on its lap and it massages them without me having to say anything.
I'm enjoying my meal when I hear an odd sound.
"Is that your stomach rumbling?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Have you not had dinner?"
"No, Sir. I haven't eaten all day."
"Why not?"
"I knew you'd call me today. You always do that before I have an exam. And I assumed you'd throatfuck me as usual. I hate vomitting when you throat fuck me, so I haven't eaten anything."
"Well, that was stupid of you. You should have eaten something. We're not throatfucking today."
"I wish you'd said something earlier. I'm starving."
"Are you back-talking me, boy?
"No, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"I'll overlook your insolence this time, but talk to me that way again and you'll regret it."
"Yes, Sir."
"I've told you that pain is the best teacher. Let this pain of hunger be a lesson to you. You fucked up when you thought for yourself and made your own decisions. I decide everything. I'll tell you when to eat and when not to eat. Do not eat for the next 24 hours, and everytime you feel hunger pains remember the lesson you've learned here."
"Yes, Sir."
"But, I will allow you to lick my feet as I finish my meal. I haven't showered since yesterday so there's probably some sock lint between my toes. If you find some, eat it. That'll be your dinner."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Oh, you're in luck. I need to piss. This can be the wine to finish your meal with."
I pull out my penis, grab it by the hair, pull it in close, and piss down its throat.
"There you go boy. See how generous I am. Drink up every drop."
"Thank you, Sir."
I eat about three quarters of the meal and I'm stuffed.
"Well, I can't finish it. Just throw the rest out. Then clean up this mess. Wash all the dishes, and join me in the living room when you're done."
"Yes, Sir."
While waiting for it in the living room, I watched some porn. I have hundreds of hours of videos of me using and abusing subs. I never watch videos of the one I'm with. It makes them jealous and I think that's funny.
After it returns from cleaning, I instruct it to take off its underwear and to sit on the footstool that's flush against the center of the couch.
"I'm going to teach you how to do a hand job the way I like it. Lay your head on the couch and keep your feet flat on the floor. Take in a deep breath and hold it, then stick your tongue out as far as you can."
It does as it's told. And then I sit full weight on its face, lean back and relax.
"Stick your tongue in deeper boy. DEEPER! Make out with my asshole. Pretend you're kissing your boyfriend."
That's right. This one has a boyfriend. Isn't that sweet. But his pathetic boyfriend is way too vanilla for my boy. I don't give a shit that it has a boyfriend. As long as it obeys me, I'll keep its secrets. Another element of controlling subs is knowing everything about their life. Fear of exposing our situation to its boyfriend helps keep it in line.
He reaches up and starts trying to jack me off. I slap his hand away.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. I'll tell you what to do and when to do it. Now, put your left hand on my left leg. This will be how you communicate to me. I realize that you'll want to breathe sometimes. When you want a breath tap me gently 3 times on the left leg. If you tap me more or less times, or if you tap me frantically or aggressively, I will ignore it. I will get increasingly annoyed if you demand to breathe too many times."
I squirt some lotion in its right hand.
"Ok, now you can start stroking my cock. But do it slowly at first. I'll tell you when to speed up."
He starts stroking. His arm is thin. His little wrist is smaller than the girth of my massive penis. Watching his pale hand and slim fingers struggling to manage my cock is so hot. He could easily use both hands on it. But I don't wanna make it too easy for him. Pleasing me should be a chore.
I feel three little taps on my left leg. I stand up and let it breathe.
"Oh no, boy. Demanding a breath already? We've barely started. This is going to be a long night for you I'm afraid. Because I'm lenient, I'll let this one go. But too many of these and I'm going to lose my temper."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
I sit back on its face and relax.
"You may start again."
This time I rub my hands up and down its slim, smooth torso, as it services me. It really is a pretty little thing. Such a nice addition to my collection. It's little cock is rock hard and oozing pre-cum. I haven't made him lock it yet. All in due time.
I feel 3 little taps. I stand up again. It tries to continue jacking me.
"What the fuck are you doing? Get your hand off my cock! You're trying to hurry this. You WON'T cheat me of my pleasure. Your hand is only allowed on my cock if your tongue is in my asshole. Every time you demand a breath we start over."
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
I sit back down. Its beautiful little face is buried deep in my large, muscular, sweaty, hairy ass. This is what it was made for.
After a while I'm enjoying myself so much that I almost forget it is here. This is the way it should be. It should be like furniture. I don't have to think about my couch's needs. My couch doesn't demand to breathe. Why should it get more privileges than my couch?
Then I feel those 3 little annoying taps. I slap it hard on the balls. Its pain filled scream rushes into my asshole and feels so good. I wait a bit, make it wonder if I'm going to let it breathe. Then I stand up.
"No more free breaths. From this point on the price of breathing is pain. Make your requests sparingly."
I quickly sit back down.
This starts a cycle that lasts for quite a while. Sometimes a hard slap on the face. Sometimes a slap on the balls. Sometimes a titty twist. Over and over. I lose count of all the times I inflict these various punishments. I've slapped his face so many times that both cheeks are bright red and hot to the touch. With each demand of breath I'm getting angrier and angrier. I decided to increase the pain.
It demands another breath. This time I stand up, and I stomp hard on its balls. It screams and cries.
I sit back down.
It's going quite a bit longer this time. Perhaps he's learning his lesson. Now I'm really starting to enjoy myself. I feel like I'm about to cum. Then those three fucking taps again.
I stand up.
"You want to breath again you fucking faggot? I'll help you breathe."
I punch it hard in the solar plexus. It's completely winded and emits a crazy sound as its body sucks in air. It's not only hurt, but in a state of shock from the experience. After about a minute it starts breathing normally again.
"Think about that before you demand another breath."
I sit back down.
It's been a long time now. He's way too scared to demand a breath. After a while I feel there's less power in his strokes and his tonguing. Eventually it stops completely and his hand falls to the side.
I've seen this before. It passed out from lack of oxygen. This happens sometimes. But not to worry, I'm prepared for such situations.
I stand up and go get the smelling salts. I put them under its nose and it quickly wakes up.
"I'm proud of you, boy. This sort of devotion to my pleasure is the expectation, and you've finally met it. But don't think fainting will help you escape from your duty. This isn't over until I cum."
I sit back down.
Although I have to use the smelling salts a couple of more times, it never demands another breath. It's finally understanding how to be a useful boy. Eventually I cum bucket loads all over its chest.
"It's not over until every drop is out, boy."
Once I'm completely empty, I stand up.
"Now you can breathe boy. You've earned that privilege."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Get all of this cum off your chest and eat it up. Some drops landed on the floor. Lick every bit of it up."
"Yes, Sir."
As I watch it lick up the cum, I can see it is a bit shaken from this experience. It's time to turn on the "caring Daddy" side of my persona.
"Once you're done, come on over here baby. I wanna talk to you."
I'm seated on the couch and it kneels on the floor in front of me with its head on my leg. I stroke its hair and gently caress its cheek.
"What's wrong baby girl?"
"Nothing, Sir. I'm fine."
"You know I can always tell when my princess is upset. You can tell Daddy anything. Daddy cares about his little girl."
Tears stream down its face. I catch some of them with my finger.
"Awe, let it out baby girl. It's ok."
"Sir, I'm just not sure I'm cut out for this. Tonight was rough for me. I love pleasing you and nothing tastes better to me than your cum. But I'm afraid I can't be a good sub for you. I have such conflicted feelings about all this"
"You were perfect tonight, baby. You did everything I asked, and you made Daddy very happy. The conflict you're feeling is because you thought you were meant to be an independent person in control of your own life. But in reality you're meant to be controlled by a powerful man. Once you fully accept this truth, the conflict you feel now will be gone and you will be truly content."
"I want so much to be content, Sir."
"I have a gift for you."
I open the end table drawer and pull out a pink collar, and I put it around its neck.
"This is a very special gift that I only give to my most special girls."
It's eyes light up.
"Oh wow, Sir. It's beautiful."
"I want you to wear it everyday. You can take it off when you shower or swim, but you should wear it the rest of the time."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir."
I'm a big believer in aftercare. Because aftercare is another mechanism of control. As a Dom, you can't only be a monster. You push them as far as you can, but then you have to bring them back. Otherwise, they might get too scared and you'll lose them. There needs to be an illusion of safety for them early on.
At this point I need this boy to think it has options and free will. Because if it were to know the whole truth now, it might be too frightened. In a few years, he'll be just another one of the beauties living in a cage in my basement. But he doesn't need to know that now. I'm a patient man, and soon enough there will come a time when it is begging me to let it live in a cage in my basement.
"Oh look, the sun is starting to rise. You better get going so you don't miss that test."
It gets dressed and I walk him to the door.
"Good luck on that test, and don't forget you still aren't allowed to eat any meals for the next 48 hours. Because you still have an important lesson about who is in control of your life."
"I thought it was 24 hours, Sir."
"I don't understand. Are you saying I'm wrong or that I'm lying?"
"No, Sir. I'm not saying either of those things."
"Ok. So, how many hours is it?"
"48, Sir."
"That's a good boy."
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