Training Begins

Cheri called me after about 10 days of being absent.

I am happy that she returned to seeing me again. I think we both knew that we have affection for each other, but we also both knew going into this relationship that our differences were worlds apart.

Cheri is a very attractive and intelligent woman. She has told me that her previous relationship involved a man who she still loves. She had to part ways from him for her reasons, and it was the right thing for her to do in my opinion. The reasons she left are up to her to share with everyone, but she knows in our relationship that the same reasons will never become an issue between us.

Before posting this, I contacted Cheri to ask her permission if I could post intimate details of what has happened between us. Since she returned to seeing me again, I've discussed a few things with her.

I am still willing to work with Cheri by introducing her to the world of BDSM, and I have reason to believe that she will enjoy it.

Last Sunday, she walked in the door and said, “Let’s go for a ride up in the mountains.” It was a spur of the moment thing that we both have the ability to do sometimes, and it makes it really nice in a relationship to be spontaneous and just pick something and do it together. We really loved that trip. It was a nice ride up into the mountains on the highway. The river water was high and brown in color due to the recent rainfall and subsequent runoff of soil mixed in with it. Snow was still on the ground around the Douglas Fir trees and the highway was a little wet from the rain in the last 24 hours. The temperature was in the 50’s. It was a gorgeous trip up there, and I had narrated a lot of interesting history about the area during the drive as we listened to music. She had never been up in our mountains and was really into it like me. I took her to a popular mountain resort off the highway where we enjoyed some drinks and conversation in the lounge that also had a fireplace with a crackling fire burning. It was very romantic. Cheri had picked out an appetizer called, “Butternut Stuffed Ravioli.” It had a cream sauce with sage flavoring and was delicious. It was just enough to take the hunger edge off and it went really well with this wine she picked out called, “Coastal Vines – Cabernet Sauvignon from California.” The bottle was about $15, but it was a really good red wine and we’re going to look for more in the store.

We stayed up there for a couple of hours and I introduced her to the owner. He sat with us at our table and we shared some stories and some laughs. I could tell he really liked Cheri, so after he left, I suggested she think about working there. That in turn sparked another interest with her, and so she talked to our waitress about it. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, she asked her for an application and began to fill it out in the lounge. The rest she would have to fill out later. She was enthusiastic about it, but since a couple days have passed, she has had some reservations about the idea because of the commute distance and time involved both ways from where she lives. Even though the waitress said it was good money and worth the drive, no numbers were ever provided to either of us so that she could make up her own mind. What the waitress did say was that there were no openings right now. But because I believe the owner sat with us, laughed and enjoyed our company, I think Cheri has a really good chance of getting hired up there to work in the lounge.

On the way up there, we had passed another little resort, and Cheri wanted to stop in there for a night cap on the way back down from the mountains. We did, and ordered a couple of White Russians. I also ordered a hamburger and fries, and we shared some of it. It was too much for either of us to finish, but very delicious. The bartender talked to us about upcoming entertainment events including a crab feed and one of them looked interesting to the two of us. I marked it down in my cell phone calendar to remind me later.

We returned to my place after such a beautiful day. It was so romantic. Earlier in the day, we had spent about 3 hours at a local sports bar watching a football game and we ate breakfast and enjoyed some drinks there. The whole day just turned out perfect…..but the best part was what happened back at my place that night.

Cheri and I felt something special had just occurred between us that day, and we were both in the mood to experiment in a very intimate way. I pampered her that night, combed her hair, and treasured every moment of giving her my attention and affection. I cooked her some scrambled eggs just the way she liked them. I got her some cold packs for a migraine headache; massaged her neck and temples; got her to take some Ibuprofen, and had her drink a little coffee to get some caffeine in her system.

She was very submissive with me and let me take care of her. She did everything I asked her to do. She was very cooperative and worked with me to make it a special night, and believe me….it turned out to be very special for both of us!

For her it was training, learning to trust me and accept me. She learned to let herself go that night and follow my lead. I called it, “Session One.”  It would be the first time she would experience a Tease and Denial session for over an hour! The creativity of the whole event included a more in depth experience into the introduction of BDSM.

I began the event in the living room during the time I had been pampering her with affection and taking care of her. When the moment was right, I asked her not to speak. I went into what I call my “bondage room” and retrieved the strong black leather restraints with stainless steel D-rings. I came back out and she let me secure them around her wrists and ankles. She helped me make adjustments. She was very cooperative and didn’t speak without permission, which I gave her a few times. I let her enjoy her wine and made sure she was comfortable and ready for what would come. She was dressed in pajamas. After a few minutes of being pampered some more, including combing out the knots in her long hair while she was wearing those restraints, I told her it was time and sent her to the bathroom first. When she came out, I directed her into the bondage room which was already lit with candles.

The first thing she saw was the string hanging down from the ceiling hook that was attached to a large Hitachi Wand vibrator dangling above the bed in just the right spot. Then she saw the ropes secured to each of the four corner metal posts of the bed frame, each having the quick release snaps attached to the ends.

I asked her to remove her clothes and sit down on the bed. I wanted her to see everything before I secured a really good black leather blindfold around her head and neck and secured that with the Velcro strap. I asked her to open her mouth and inserted a standard red-rubber ball gag and secured that around her neck so she couldn’t protest.

I had her lay down on the bed and asked her to scoot down so I could secure both of her ankle straps to each corner. Her legs were spread open very wide. I then asked her to scoot back up as far as she could, and then I secured each wrist to the two snaps linked to the rope on the headboard posts. Her arms and wrists were now spread out tight and wide as far as they could go. She tested the straps and strained against them as she whimpered out a sigh.

I lowered the vibrator dangling from the ceiling/string, and it was about two inches away from her clit. I explained this to her and got out another rope so I could wrap one end around the shaft of the vibrator and pull it closer to her clit so it would rest right on it loosely. I told her this is what I wanted it to do so it would be more of a tease to her. I secured that rope above her head to the metal headboard, made adjustments, and then turned it on. I told her to move her hips around and try to get as much of it as she could, but she knew it was only going to be enough to tease her.

I laid down with her on the bed as she squirmed sometimes and would try to get more stimulation from the head of the vibrator. I petted her hair, whispered and blew in her ear, talked dirty to her, kissed her neck and lips, sucked her nipples, pinched them once in a while, and occasionally I would hold the head of the vibrator and press it into her clit firmly noticing that her moans and sighs increased. Whenever I let it go, she would strain against her bonds with a different kind of moan and sigh. She quivered and tried everything she could do to get more stimulation, but learned I was in total control. This was an important thing for her to experience. She learned to trust me and had no control anymore. She wasn’t going to escape my relentless torture and she was learning to cherish and enjoy it. I told her that she would have to endure the whole session before I would let her climax. She knew that I was going to keep her in this state of frustration for at least an hour. To her, it may have seemed like foreplay, but it was really training.

After a few minutes of this, I explained to her as I pulled up two additional straps that were already mounted to both sides of the bed frame and were secured to “O-rings.” I got up onto the bed and wrapped them above each knee, and made final adjustments to hold her knees open and securely tied down. This completely exposed her to me, and it also prevented her from moving her body and pelvis around too much. All she could do now was move her clit up or down against the vibrator.

The vibrator has two speeds and I would change it from low to high, alternating by holding it firmly against her clit for a few seconds and then letting it dangle loosely around her clit. The rope I had attached around the vibrator shaft only kept it barely touching against the outer part of the hood of her clit, but it didn’t keep it pressed against it very firmly. She could feel the constant tingling of its buzz, but it wasn’t enough. Each time she would move around, it would move around while it dangled there in a very frustrating position for her.

Sometimes I would hold it firmly against her clit, bring her closer to the brink of orgasm, and then distract her from too much pleasure by pinching her nipples. My index and middle finger made several assaults inside her vagina using a lube, and I attacked her g-spot simultaneously while I pressed the vibrator against her clit. Using this repeated cycle of stimulation, I was able to bring her near the brink of orgasm several times, and then slowed down or just stopped. In the BDSM world, this is called, “Edging.”

She was being tortured like never before and she had no control. She couldn’t see me and she couldn’t protest. She would pull and strain against those bonds and it was useless to try. She did try to unsnap the quick release hardware, but I told her that wouldn’t work. When I told her to try to escape, she did manage to pull really hard, and it broke the weld holding one of the D-rings on the leather strap. I had to reconnect her to the other ring until I could fix it later by checking all of them and welding each one with more solder. There wasn’t anything she could do about her situation, and she would just have to deal with whatever happened.

At one point, I told her not to panic and said I was going to drip hot wax on her breasts. I explained that it would feel hot at first, but would subside fairly quickly. I lighted the candle and laid beside her as I seductively explained how it was starting to melt and told her to be ready….it’s going to be a little hot,…here it comes…..and I dripped some on her. She felt it right away and strained and moaned with a little discomfort. This was also good training for her. She was learning how to accept a lower level of pain that only lasted a few seconds with no residual effects like a hard spanking or whipping, or using painful nipple clamps on her. As the hot wax was dripped all around her nipples and breasts, the vibrator was buzzing. This is important training when introducing someone to the world of BDSM. They need to feel pleasure mixed with light pain that can be varied to higher levels in both categories and mixed up together in different variations and intensities. The scenario must last long enough to make an impression on her mind that will be embedded there for the rest of her life. It’s more about mind play, and less about sex in a BDSM relationship, but it does have a tendency to increase the intensity of an orgasm if she is allowed to have one, and that is exactly what I wanted to achieve doing to her. She has not experienced anything like this before, but she was learning to get into it and enjoy it, which is exactly what I want her to do.

She wasn’t expecting me to say it, but I told her to beg me to let her cum. She did beg, and I kept taking her to the edge and back down over and over again. She became even more frustrated and strained against her bonds. I told her she couldn’t cum yet. She was learning that her begging didn’t make a difference and that I was still in control. I kept telling her she had to ask me for permission to cum. She tried that too, but to no avail. It was very frustrating for her in a delicious way.

I got her so hot, and then I told her I was going to fuck her and there wasn’t anything she could do about that either. I always use condoms and practice safe sex, so neither of us has to worry about that. This made her hot as I moved over her and into position. My arms working her breasts and torso, and arching her back up as much as she could, I inserted my cock, held my arms under her and around her shoulders, and stroked her a few times but stopped.

I have the erectile dysfunction problem, and it is very frustrating for me and for her. The position of being tied down flat on the bed leaves no room for angles or technique, but it can be done if I was hard enough to maintain that erection. I just didn’t have my prescription filled or available that night.

I got off her pissed, but I continued to torture her my way. She suffered through it until I told her she could cum. I brought her right up to the edge, and then stopped. She wasn’t expecting that either. I told her what was going to happen next. I was not going to stop this time, but she better not come. I completely reversed the scenario on her. She couldn’t stop me from increasing the stimulation, and she had to rely upon her own mind to distract herself, but it wasn’t working very well. She couldn’t help it after being teased for so long. So, I brought her back up again as she fought not to cum, got her really close, then stopped again. She was so frustrated and confused with me. Finally, on the last one, I said OK, you can come now. I brought her all the way up again, starting slowly, working the pace up faster, and just as she got really close, I said if you come, you’re going to get 30 hard spankings in the next session. She couldn’t stop me, and she came violently with multiple orgasms in rolling waves. It was very intense for her as I held that vibrator firmly against her clit and pumped my fingers against her g-spot with precision speed and friction.  It must have lasted at least 3 minutes, and she strained against those bonds the whole time. I let her relax a couple of minutes and then released her immediately. She needed a break and was thirsty after drinking all the wine.

This was the perfect training session for her. She needed it. Now she knows what I can and will do to her in some sense of the BDSM world. Had she not needed a break, I could have kept her there and started in on her again for another hour or so. I suppose that will have to be another session planned for the future, and I think I will call it an “Extended Session.”

Her next session will be a completely different tying technique and she will have to undergo her spanking for coming. This confused her, because she is so used to being disciplined in a domestic relationship for actually doing something wrong. She needed this experience to learn and understand the mind play part of BDSM. I had total control of her mind and body during that session, and it should have been an overwhelming experience to her, which I think it was. She is still a bit confused about why I would do this to her, but she is learning and being cooperative with me by trying to adjust to it, which is a good thing. Had it not been for her willingness to submit to me and let me take the lead, we wouldn’t have got this far.

The mind play is very important. I have taught her what it’s like to not be in control and totally dependent upon me for everything. It becomes very addicting over time, and I’ve warned her about this. After a few months of this training, she will probably never go back to a vanilla sex relationship again. It’s almost impossible to do. No matter who it is, there most likely won’t be the same levels of intensity in both the mental and physical aspects of a true BDSM relationship with an experienced Dom.

She still tries to do things on purpose just to get me mad at her so that she gets disciplined her way. And while I enjoy that role, it’s not what a true submissive will do. She needs to learn this with me and adjust. It is going to be next to impossible for us to maintain two different lifestyles at the same time. What I can do is remember her insolent behavior, and occasionally spank her ass burning red when she gets out of hand. But I won’t forget it when she submits to me again in another session either. She must learn that there will be no escaping what I am going to do to her for discipline, and it’s going to be much different during a session with me than it ever has been in her life.

I have ordered more tools for my arsenal. These devices are all intended to produce different levels of pain, and are very precise. The training is going to be carefully introduced to her, and she must undergo all of it when the time is right. I am not going to force her into it quickly or harshly, but she must learn to take it slowly and gradually. The idea is to teach her about the different kinds of things I can and will do to her. Eventually, she will learn to modify her behavior and not be insulting or rude; she will learn to obey me; she will remember who the master is in a much different way than she has been accustomed to in the past.

It’s called training, and at the same time, we are experiencing a special bond between us that will grow. The more she submits to me, the more I will grow affectionately to her mind, body, and soul. It’s called love, and she won’t get there any sooner without doing as I ask. I am asking today because she is still a bit unsure about everything as she gets training from me. In the future, I won’t be asking anymore, I will be telling her and she must learn to do it without hesitation or argument. She will learn that if I detect any of that at all, she will suffer the consequences. At the same time, my requests or directives will always be reasonable.

Something like the porn web cam modeling is not within the realm of being forced to do. That was just another business idea of mine.

During medieval times, the master told the slave what to do and she jumped to do it in order to survive. Today’s world is a little different because we have other considerations. Back then, you either complied or you suffered and everyone knew it. Today, it has to be done with some discretion, but should have the same concept and effect.

We will continue to see each other as long as we are both enjoying what we do. The minute one of us isn’t enjoying it anymore, it may end too soon. I say that only because I don’t want it to end…I want the opportunity to train her to be totally submissive to me and respond to me the way I want her to do it. If she can do that, there is a chance we can build this relationship together and make it work into a commitment between just the two of us.