Submissive Training byHandsOnMaster©

This idea sprang from a reader who is a natural submissive, but has made a series of poor choices. I considered how her nature could be used to re-train her, modify how her nature and cravings interact. She will be molded to be more responsive, more obedient, and ultimately more fulfilled submissive woman.

This doesn't leap immediately into bondage and impact, and it reflects my perspective that a skilled Dominant requires his submissives to exercise self-control as part of their obedience.

That said, the submissive requested that I share this in the hope it help others.

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Evening Dear, I'm pleased that you have undertaken this assignment; it will bring calm, clarity, and with repetition, healing.

First, you should understand the purpose. As we discussed earlier, your nature is stunningly strong, and it itself, appealing. You were made to serve someone worthy. That is not a judgment of me, rather a judgment of your nature, and how it will function best. A worthy man will take great care to wield that power and service with discretion, wisdom, firmness, and insight. You know this.

Your rational mind knows full well what is healthy and what is toxic. You have a strong will that allows you to make rational choices and abide by them.

Your physical cravings, sometimes expressed in slutty behavior, are irrational now that they have been awakened. They can't be reasoned with, and they result in agitation because they want what they want, and refuse to accept your mind's choices. However, they can be wonderfully re-trained.

This will require some visualization, but you will find the story captivates you and carries you along.

You will start by making yourself comfortable and available by disrobing in a feminine fashion. You will accept and embrace the feminine, just as you accept and embrace the exposure and the vulnerability. You are safe, but there is absolute certainty you will serve me as I please.

Lay down before me on your bed, I will take a seat nearby, and direct you. You shiver with anticipation; the sexual energy is electric, but my voice calms you, focuses you.

"We will begin with a simple exercise in obedience. This is contrast fun, soft slow caresses followed by firmer, more demanding touches." Your body tingles at my words.

"With each soft caress, dwell on how being feminine draws a Dom, with each firm touch dwell on the primal response it draws from the nature of the Dom. One brings the other, and cycle repeats with more energy. Sink down into that as your arousal builds."

"Start with a stroke on your breasts, and then twist the nipple as the primal responds. Repeat three times. Begin"

You answer carefully, "Yes Sir". The first time through you are careful, almost tentative. "I am here. Relax and obey Dear." The second time you listen to your breath and you close your eyes. By the end of the third, you are already aroused, so you are slightly startled when you hear me praise you. "Good Girl. Now Five times. Begin"

As you are awash in the energy and arousal, the feminine drawing the out the primal seems as natural and obvious as the tic-toc of a classic walk clock. The tide goes out as you caress, and the energy rushes in with slowly increasingly demanding touches. Your mind is at peace, but your body is on fire.

"Good Girl You have obeyed. Now add a long slow stroke of your pussy with each contrast." You start almost immediately, then halt when you realize you have forgotten to respond properly. "Yes Sir."

"I'm glad you caught yourself, continue Dear." You begin to twist your nipples as part of the primal, and the first stroke of your pussy brings a long, slow moan. The other four cycles fly by in a haze of passion.

You hear me sniff the air, and laugh quietly. "You are horny enough that it appears you are ready for your discipline." You try to stifle the small gasp, but you know that I know you, and that discipline takes you to a whole other level. "Yes Sir, please discipline me." You try to remain calm.

"Why do you deserve my attention in discipline?" You swallow, because you knew this was coming, but the thought that I might leave you here, unfinished, is upsetting. "I have been slutty and not obeyed you Sir."

"This is correct, but how did you disobey? I have not ordered you to abstain from sexual activity." This is the hard part; it is hard to say even though you know the answer. "I have not cared for myself well, and allowed others to misuse me." You shiver because you begin to understand what you really want is possible, it is at hand.

"Good Girl. Now you will continue with the contrast, but now the caresses are loving, valued care, and the primal will border on pain, as it is discipline of someone who cares enough to see you healed. Now 7 cycles. You do not have permission to cum. Begin"

Your pussy is electrified when I tell you don't have permission; I control your orgasm, I control you. You are light-headed with the transfer of power; you feel your mind emptying, I am your world, my words are your lifeline.

By the end of 7 you are struggling. I make you breathe and come back from the edge, regain control. "Let it carry you close to the edge Dear, abandon yourself to my will." Each time that thought courses through you, the current pulls you deeper, and the lust bears you up.

You make it through a cycle of 9, but your breathing is ragged, and you are having difficulty keeping count. The pain and pleasure blend together like ocean wave action, rocking you and swaying you as they wash over you. "You are close Dear, close to pleasing me and attaining your release. Can you go on ... or should we stop?"

Your eyes shoot open in disbelief as you cry out, your mind frozen in fear. Your vision swims from the arousal, but I am close, just above your face. You see the small smirk, and you resist the urge to lash out; Your body is alive with energy, and I have drawn you to the very edge of your control. "Sir, I am so, soooo close, please allow me to cum for you!" You want it to be a coo, but it comes out in an almost desperate plea.

Something flashes through my eyes, then the smirk fades into a small smile. "try very hard now to keep going, I won't let you fail me." I see the relief in your face, so I add, "The relief is not just that you will cum for me, it is that you want to please me and I will ensure that you succeed. You are freed to concentrate on obedience. Begin"

The flash of fear and loss has you spiked your attention, and now you are struggling to hold back the orgasm that is welling up from deep within. Your "Yes Sir" is shaky as you breathing shallow and your body is covered in a sheen of sweat from your exertions.

Your soft touches are hurried, and the fierce twisting of your nipples brings cries of passion as you arch your back each time. You are lost inside the mounting pleasure, it won't be long now. There is a part of you that wants to pull back, gain control, but the stronger part of you wants the surrender, the completion. It is time for the final lesson of the assignment.

I see that you are close to loosing control, so I interrupt your fevered efforts. "You are close, it is time to complete your discipline. Are you ready to obey me?"

"Yes Sir!, Oh God, I'm so close - I can't stop it Sir, I'm going to cum. PLEASE let me cum ..."

"Ssssh. Stop talking and listen to my voice!" You slow slightly, and I can see you are trying, so I continue, "Why are you being disciplined?"

Your hands don't stop, but they lessen in intensity as your brow wrinkles with thought. "Harder. Twist those nipples to remind yourself why you need discipline!" You twist immediately, and your body arches off the bed in response like it was shocked. "Aaaaah! I, I ... I didn't care for myself Sir!"

"Start rubbing that clit Dear, it is time." Your hands shoots down to start rubbing that hard nub, and you are panting and gasping, intent on obeying by holding that orgasm at bay just a bit longer ...

"You have done well, Cum for ME! Give me ALL of you now, pour out that need and lust, hold nothing back!"

As you feel the orgasms crash over you, I am at the corner of your jaw, whispering, "Such a Good Girl! You have pleased me. Hold onto that tonight Dear, and be proud of your progress. I will allow you to serve me again soon."

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The Cinema Visit

Lucy pressed her hands together between her legs wanting to pee very badly, the fact that she was on the verge of coming was exciting and made her legs tremble, there she was, in the cinema watching a horror film, with her sister Jen, she the film so frightened her, that though was dying to pee, she was afraid to go on to the toilet in the dark on her own, and Jen was engrossed in the film and refused to accompany her. Now peeing her self would not have worried her, but there was a problem, she had done it in this very cinema, a number of times, often brought on by being masturbated by Ian her boy friend. Frigging her when she was dying to pee, and no longer able to resist coming, she therefore enjoyed a delightful combination that could only have one outcome she had come, and was unable to resist but letting go and pissing her panties and soaking the seat. But Brenda the attendant had got fed up with people complaining about wet smelly seats. So a trap had been set, she had narrowed the number of suspects down by observation, and was left with a few suspects, of whom Lucy was one. Then noting the seats the regulars used, she had them wired in such a way that should they suddenly become wet, then a red light would flash in the projection box, over the seat number. So that one night when Lucy was sitting in the cinema (this time on her own) siting in her favourite place. Watching a hard sex film. As usual she needed to pee, yet not wanting to miss anything, she held her self between her legs, as she watched couples on the screen fucking and so on it was natural for her to frig her self unobtrusively, of course when she came she could not avoid having a delicious pee through her pants and on to the seat. Unaware that the wired seat caused an illuminated number to light in the projection room alerting the waiting attendant.
Lucy suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see the attendant Brenda, who said please come with me I have some one who wants to see you. Lucy wondering what could have happened, followed Brenda to the manager’s office and was introduced to Wendy the cinema manager, a good-looking woman but quite big and buxom, who said" I am sorry to have to say this, but I have reason to believe that you have been responsible on a number of occasions for urine sodden seats, in fact I am certain you have done so less than ten minuets ago !"Lucy gasped and started to object, but Wendy ignored her, and seized her wrists and pulled her so that she was positioned over the desk, saying to Brenda "lift her skirt lets have a look she won‘t have had time to take them off before you got to her;" There you are" said Brenda" I knew all along, she is absolutely soaked with piss, her pant legs stockings the lot, and so is the seat she has been siting in",Lucy was horrified, Wendy started" do you know it is an offence to abuse public seating and by rights I should report you to the police. However you can choose, you either accept my punishment or I ring the police" Lucy was terrified and Mumbled that she was sorry and she agreed to be punished by Wendy."Good" approved Wendy" but first what causes you to pee your self while you are here."Lucy muttered with a brick red face that she was afraid she got excited, “you bet she gets excited" observed Brenda who still had Lucy’s Skirt held up and had been examining her panties," she has been wanking, the crotch of her panties are caked with come"Lucy’s secret was out she said in a small voice I can‘t help it I can‘t resist peeing when I come"Looking at her with an interested stare Brenda asked" you don‘t want to wee now do you? "Now as a matter of fact Lucy did, the fear and embarrassment and the threatened punishment was making her want to wee very badly, and she was having to cross her legs. Brenda noting this said" I think she is on the edge of doing it now"At this Lucy gave up all pretence and placing her hand beneath her skirt to hold back the threatened pee.

"Wendy suddenly banged the desk and said I know how to punish her and at the same time cure her of the peeing on seats, make her sit on that heavy plastic chair and fasten her wrists and her arms to the arms of the chair " then searching through her desk she produced a roll of thick Sellotape and a long slim vibrator " a good now fold back her skirt and secure her legs apart so she cannot move.

Now I am going to tape this vibrator to your inner thigh just close enough to touch those wet nickers but not allow you sufficient pressure to make you come. The fact that you are almost wetting your self,right now will help teach you a lesson,now when I switch this on it will make you want to come!,And as you have said when you come you pee, but as the position of the vibrator will not allow you to come, so you will have to control yourself for as long as I say.
Should you pee before we release you I will have to think about the police again" and reaching between Lucy’s thighs she switched on the vibrator, At first the presence of the two women watching her repressed the desired effect, but after ten minuets Lucy’s thighs were trembling.
After twenty she was struggling to make contact with the black plastic tormentor, and although she had managed to refrain from letting her bladder go fully, she was trickling wee in to the gusset of her panties.another five minuets passed by and Lucy was pleading with her tormentors, “please let me come, let me wee, I can‘t hold on, please just a little bit harder, I promise not to wet your seats again, oh! Please let me come!!!!". Her mind was so inflamed with the need for release, she had not noticed that Wendy had become excited, until the manager said to Brenda" you can go now I will finish her off.
"As soon as the door closed behind Brenda. Wendy said you have done quite well I am going to release you, but first I would like to see something " and so saying she pushed a large tray beneath Luc’ys Chair and unstrapping the instrument of Lucys torment, thrust the throbbing plastic right in to Lucys cunt, the reaction was spontaneous Lucy felt like a million volts had passed through her whole nervous system her vagina muscles griped the plastic head as in her ecstasy she peed like never before, then through the mist off oblivion she heard Wendy saying" now I calculate that you have peed over seats on eighteen occasions, so that‘s your first lesson in control, I will require you to attend this office for seventeen more acts of self control, do you understand me "Lucy still wriggling said" yes I‘d love to and I will but when "Wendy thought and commanded at least four times per week, now go in to my private bathroom and clean up" Lucy complied taking the tray full of her piss and poured it down the loo, and proceeded to remove her panties and wash her legs, When she had finished she was just about to open the door, when she heard a noise, and quietly opened the door just a crack. There sprawled in her big chair was Wendy dress round her middle, thighs spread apart the vibrator, on full speed thrust up the side of her panties, and lodged into her cunt, she watched for a moment till with a loud cry, and her bum rubbing on the seat Wendy started to climax, bucking to and fro, Lucy could not see all that clearly but she was sure she saw something ruining off the chair and forming a pool on the carpet. She gave Wendy time to recover herself and made her exit. Now two weeks later siting writhing on the very edge of peeing in her pants she again felt a hand on her shoulder as Brenda whispered "I think you are ready for another lesson, come with me" Lucy rose and followed Brenda to the manager’s office for her twenty third visits, yes twenty third visit, you see every time she did not last the full time another one was added. Only it was not always Lucy tied to the chair. But that as they say is another story.