Slave training of new pets I assist men with sometimes. Master appears to be the only one in his friend circle with a constant slave. I don’t think all Master’s friends combined have owned a slave as long as master has owned me. But I believe that’s because master seems practical. Yes, I am younger than him. But he met me in a different time before modern technology really took off. Cell phones existed, the Internet existed, but when we met nobody owned a smart phone and a few people owned computers.
Master’s friends always try to go for the new shiny young girl. Perhaps it makes them feel young again. But master never traded me in for a younger model. We aged together. But Master’s friends go after coeds who just pretend to be submissive to get their bills paid. So those types of slaves never last long because they’re not lifestyle submissives.
I help train these girls. But a submissive whore is born, not made. Sure, you can mold her into a better slave, but if it’s not her lifestyle or mentality, she will never commit to her master like I do. Although I always want to help master when he makes a request, I do believe trying to train women who are not truly submissive is silly. But I do as I’m told.
Old School Slaves Like Me Seem More Rare By the Day
So, over the weekend I met master and his friend and the young coed slave at the BDSM club to begin some training. When left alone with this girl, I asked her about her motives. She got rude with me and very disrespectful. She’s clearly out for a paycheck not service to a superior dominant man. So, I knew in that brief exchange with her I would enjoy breaking her in for her new master. Sometimes, I become annoyed at these younger girls who never seem fully committed to a man they agreed to service.
As a slave, you must commit your mind, body, and soul to your master. And you do what you’re told because you serve as the slave. You don’t hedge your bets, milk somebody’s wallet and pretend. You truly offer up your entire body and mind to this man for his pleasure. So, to give her a taste for what she might experience with her new master, I paddled the shit out of her ass. I did not intend to break the bitch. But to make her realize what the life of a submissive slut really entails.
Some Women Just Pose as Subs to Get You to Pay Their Bills
I flogged her and I pegged her. Plus, I used nipple clamps and weights on her clit and her tits. And I gave her a lot of spankings and slaps. Even pulled her hair too. This bitch needed a wakeup call. And I told her that what I did was a sliver of what to expect as a full-time slave to master John. Within an hour of me spanking and flogging her and using BDSM equipment on her tiny body she fled the building crying, saying she’s not really a slave. I knew it.
And although I thought I did master and his friend a solid by weeding out the week, neither of them seemed happy that I scared her away. So, they turned their focus on me. And now I can’t sit straight. One ass cheek feels so battered it hurts to touch it. They choked me and slapped me and fucked me hard in the ass. Spit on me, choked me some more and degraded me. I guess that’s what I get for trying to help. I just wanted that bitch to understand what she signed up for. But instead, I got punished. Perhaps, the next time I’m asked to help I’m just going to do what I’m told.
