Learning to take it by Bamaboi2serve@charter.net
I remember the point in my training where i started feeling empty unless i was wearing a butt plug. Really! i had been cleaning His house all day on my knees, naked, of course, wearing only my collar and the 24/7 chastity cage that blocked me from having erections. When i finished, i reported to Him and, as usual, He inspected my work and me too. He pulled the plug out roughly, and i expected Him to replace it with His cock, so i mentally prepared for the invasion of that much larger beast. But nothing happened!
He dismissed me abruptly to go to the basement shower and get cleaned up. i remember glancing at Him out of the very corner of my eyes, knowing better than to look Him in The face, Something in His face told me He knew exactly what i was feeling...empty. But He said nothing and i went to the basement, my legs feeling wrong, my walking even a bit awkward.
Empty! In the shower i soaped up under the cold water and when my fingers reached my ass i automatically felt for what was missing. i glanced over toward the door and saw the red light on the monitoring web camera was lit. That didn't mean He was watching, just that He could be. i knew it would be wrong! i KNEW His rules forbade me from using my ass for anything other than crapping. Yet i moved my left over and quickly inserted three fingers, using my other hand to make a show of washing my chest...just in case He was watching. it felt wonderful! i was filled, at least for a moment, and i plunged the fingers in as deep as possible, feeling my cock straining behind the chastity basket.
i had to end it quickly, knowing that if i spent too much time in that position, He would know something was up, After i rinsed off, i dried myself and went back upstairs to report.
The fact that i was even feeling "empty" was odd because when i first came to serve Him, His plug training had been one of the most difficult things for me to endure. He had started with tiny pink things, not much bigger than a finger, but since i had never been even fucked, it felt like a fist at first. He would have me wear them for longer and longer periods until i reached the point where i could wear it for a full day. Then He would increase the size and start all over.
The weeks seemed endless as larger and larger plugs kept my ass feeling filled. He eventually stopped at a five inch long, three inch around anal plug that filled me and stretched me too. it became my regular daily wear, taken out only when i had permission to empty my bowels.
i had been wearing it every day for about a month when the day arrived that i was sent to the shower feeling empty.
Afterward, when i reached His room for inspection, i knelt at the door and knocked, assuming the submissive position as i waited for permission to enter. He was slower than usual in responding, but eventually He opened the door. Instead of ordering me in for inspection, He reached down in front of me and laid a small video player in front of my face. He pressed play, got up and slammed the door without saying a word.
It was video of my ass, of course, my fingers plunging in and out in the shower, shot in HD-- so you could count the bubbles in the soap i was using as lube. In the background of the audio, i heard myself moan, another betrayal of my Master! The video had been shot from above inside the shower...a camera i hadn't even known existed.! i blushed as the video played in a loop...the same fifteen seconds replaying, showing my fingers violating His hole, ignoring and violating His rules. The audio even picked up the sound of the fingers sliding in and out, over an over.
i was there at His door for two hours, until the batteries mercifully died on the player and it shut itself off.
Another hour passed before He opened the door, picked up the player and ordered me to my cage for the night. Needless to say i slept not at all. i was miserable! Not only was i empty, but i had been caught in an act of disobedience against the Master who had taught me the prime rule: always obey Him. No exceptions. After a while, even no "safe words" during training. There was a tiny crack high in the basement foundation wall, and through it i could see if it was light outside. All night i watched it, fearing when morning came, He would banish me, or sell me to some miserable Master who would brand me and rent me out.
But when the sun rose, and He came to the cage to let me out, He said only this: "You know what you deserve for what you did. But your only punishment is this. Look at me!" He ordered. Shakily i raised my eyes to look Him in the face, something i had not done in over a year! His strong features, His brilliant gray eyes trapped me like a laser beam, He said simply: "i am very disappointed in you."
i can't tell you what a knife-like wound those words cut in me. i had learned to obey, been trained to obey, had come to make obedience my daily existence. And yet i had stupidly disobeyed because my worthless ass felt empty.
For The next two weeks i was as attentive to Him as possible, i did twice as good a job when i could, responded within a second to every command, made sure there was not even a slight detail left undone. He ignored me, except when He needed to order me to do something. Finally when the two weeks were up, He commanded me into submit position. As my ass stuck up in The air, i felt Him touch my hole and insert something...something small! It was the same training plug i had first worn, feeling miserably tiny and insignificant now. i got the message.
I had failed to learn my plug lessons...that He and only He had entry to that hole. That He would put in it whatever He wanted...or not put in whatever He did NOT want in. i would have to begin again for a month or more, working my way back up to the big plug i had grown accustomed to. He had not paddled me or touched me as punishment, but i learned my lesson completely. Now i wear His plug with pride. And do NOT wear it with equal pride as well. Whatever He decides.
Comments?
Masters...do You make your bois read stories like this as part of Your training Sir?
Bois...do you learn from them? Bamaboi2serve@charter.net