Your Master Requires Your Presence · Part 4 (4/6)
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ntion, follow the rules, learn the lessons, and surely her master would soon take her back home. She looked forward to talking with her new friend Paula about her lesson today.
Life Goes On The classes continued, and Cathy learned more of the submissive lifestyle. She quickly fell into the routine, up in the morning, classes, exercises, some free time to relax. Like the others she lost track of the days. She had no idea of the time of day, the date, or even the month. She thought it had been less than two weeks, but she wasn't really sure, and of course it was forbidden to discuss it.
Interspersed with the lessons were exercise periods and what were called “self-discipline periods”. The exercises weren’t difficult. There were the typical aerobics and some more traditional exercises, usually in a room equipped with sunlamps in the ceiling lights. Cathy looked forward to the exercise periods because they invariably got some free rest time afterwards. Since they were never allowed outside the exercises helped to keep muscle tone and the lights helped to maintain vitamin levels from the skin.
What were euphemistically called disciplinary periods Cathy did not enjoy at all and dreaded each one. They were placed in a long narrow room in a line, kneeling on a cushion facing mirrors. For however long the session lasted they must remain immobile, in a submissive posture, staring at their reflection in the mirror. Behind them Wardens would walk back and forth, scrutinizing them closely for any mistakes. The pacing behind her made Cathy very nervous and difficult for her to concentrate. After the first session, she had asked Paula why they were forced to practice their posture in such an odd way.
“That’s not what it’s about,” Paula had told her. “They deliberately make it unpleasant. You aren’t supposed to be enjoying your stay here, remember? Aside from that, there is another purpose. It’s a type of training exercise, no, not on how well you present yourself, but on how well you handle orders you don’t like. It’s easy to submit when you are told to do what you want to do anyway. When it really counts is how well you obey when it isn’t fun, like when you are required to kneel in front of a mirror with some stranger staring at you, something you would never do normally. That image you see in the mirror? You are being forced to confront your own nature, the core of who you are.
No pretense, nothing concealed. You begin to realize just how truly dependent you are on your master. Give it some time, Cathy. After a while you start to see a change. Who knows, you may even start to enjoy it,” Paula laughed. Cathy thought about it. Paula was right in one respect; the disciplinary periods were not pleasant interludes.
One particular lesson had fascinated Cathy. Like many others it started with a teacher entering the classroom, in this case Sarah again, but for this one lesson Sarah’s master also attended. At the start, he sat down at the front of the class. When everyone was ready, he nodded to Sarah for her to begin.
“I’m sure you have all read the countless books and essays on what it means to be submissive, how we should behave, what makes us the way we are. But did you ever wonder what it is that goes on inside your master’s head? What is it that drives him to dominate you? In this lesson we will look at those questions and more. Now this may surprise many of you, but I am not the most qualified to talk about this subject.” Everyone laughed at Sarah’s joke. “So I will join you for a while and we shall all listen to my Master describe the innermost dark secrets of that most feared and loved, by us at least, species of man, our masters the dominant males. Afterwards we will discuss how we can use that knowledge to better serve.” Sarah went to a cushion to one side of the rest of the class and knelt facing her master.
Once she was settled he stood and began. “Why am I dominant? Why do I want to own someone like Sarah? What is it that makes me want to control her entire life, dictating rules, overseeing and approving her every action? Well, here’s the secret: men want to dominate, to master, because they are insecure. They want to control their environment. They want to control anything and everything that affects their lives. They want to be sure that what they have today they will also have tomorrow.
“Wait a minute you say, isn’t it about sex? Don’t men want to have a willing woman available any time, day or night? Sure, any man who denies it is lying, but there’s more to it. Yes he does want to find you there whenever he rolls over in bed in the middle of the night, but he also wants to know you will be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. He wants you to be his best friend, who’s always there, the one he can share his secrets with, the one he can trust. Yes, trust, surprised? You hear so much about how a good submissive builds trust in her master, but you don’t think about the rest of it. He has to trust you as well, trust that you will keep his secrets, trust that you will be there for him, trust that you won’t walk out or turn on him.”
“It goes back to that basic insecurity. He wants a woman he can spend a lifetime with, but he has that craving for control, to make sure everything is done his way. Who can best answer that need? Someone who loves him, is devoted to him, wants to serve him, take care of him, but also someone who will obey him, defer to his judgment, be it right or wrong, someone who can allow herself to become dependent on him. What type of woman would best be suited to a role like that?”
He stopped and looked around at the class. Cathy had never thought in those terms before. She couldn’t picture her master as being insecure.
“The answer is obvious to all of you here: a deeply submissive woman,” he continued. “Each one of you has chosen to submit to your master. Why you choose to do so is another topic, but you submit knowing that it means you accept his unrestricted authority over your lives. Is it what he really wants? Yes, and don’t ever doubt it. Your submission is like a powerful narcotic drug to him. The more he gets from you, the more he wants. It draws him to you, an attraction more powerful than you can imagine.
“As a submissive it must seem that you take all the risks. You give him everything, yet he could abandon you on a whim. Reality is far different. The more you draw him in, the more power you give to him through your submission, the more he will need you. Can you walk away from him on a whim? No? Well, he can’t either. You are fulfilling dreams he’s had since childhood. He will no more abandon you than he would cut off his arm. Remember this: just as his dominance binds you to him, so your submission holds him to you.
“To me, domination is not about what I actually do, but the potentials, what I could do if I wished. If I were so inclined I could order Sarah to crawl around on the floor barking like a dog. Am I going to do that? No, it would be silly. But I know I have the ability to make her do that if I wanted it. See the distinction? That’s why your master isn’t some kind of abusive monster. He doesn’t need to prove he’s in charge by issuing a constant stream of orders and rules, to put you through some degrading or humiliating scene. Rather he sees, from how you obey him, how his power over you is there whenever he wants to use it.”
“We’ll take a short break now. Afterwards Sarah will continue the lesson. Sarah? Come to the front.” He concluded his lecture and left by the teacher’s entrance. Sarah stood after he had left the room and took her place at the front of the class.
“As my Master said, there will be a break, you can stand and talk quietly. Afterward I’ll speak of my own experience and how it fits with what you’ve just heard.” She gestured for everyone to stand.
After the break Sarah called the class to order again. “You have heard from my Master about what motivates a dominant male to seek our submission, to be our masters. Now, how do we use that information to better serve them?
“Remember what he said about insecurity, and that drive to control to overcome it? We attract a master in part by offering our submission, but it doesn’t stop there. We have an obligation to demonstrate his control over us in tangible ways. Let’s take an example to illustrate the point.
“I’m sure every one of you has certain rules imposed on you by your master. Some may be practical, some for your own good, but there are always a few he dictates just for his own personal enjoyment. For instance, my Master insists that I always put on my left shoe first and take off my right shoe first. Sounds sort of ridiculous, doesn’t it? How could it matter to anyone which shoe you put on first? It’s a rule, so of course you follow it, but more than likely you will think it a waste of time. It isn’t. There is an excellent reason for rules like that, if you know how to look at it.”
Cathy thought about some of her own rules. One oddity was that her master insisted that she always wear a skirt and blouse when they ate lunch together. She hadn’t thought much about it, perhaps he liked to look at her legs, but she never understood why it had to be a skirt and not a dress. A few times she had forgotten, so he had told her to go change before they sat down at the table. After that she had gotten into the habit of simply wearing a skirt during the day. She listened as Sarah continued.
“Does my Master care which shoe I put on first? Not really. Does he care if I follow the rule or not? Absolutely, if I forget even once he’s on me immediately about it. After a few, umm, let’s say painful reminders, I don’t ever put on the right shoe first.” There were several laughs at Sarah’s comment; everyone there knew what she meant by a reminder. She continued with her example.
“Why does he care? Because it’s a way to control me, to see that I obey him. It’s a reassurance that he’s in charge and our roles are not subject to change. He can see his dominance over me on a daily basis. It’s important to me as well, because I know I’m doing something special for him.
“That’s the key point to this lesson. Why are all of you here? In some way or another you disobeyed your master, broke one of his rules or challenged him in some way. Do you see what happens when you do that? You strike at the core of his insecurity. For those of you who believe being sent here is unfair and an overreaction to what you did, think about it a moment. It wasn’t what you did, but what it represented which brought you here. Remember my master’s comment about potential? When you defied your master, you took away that same potential from him. He no longer had the certainty that you would be there for him. He doesn’t want to lose what he has, so here you all are.”
That ended the lesson for the day. Cathy thought about it as they were taken out of the classroom and back to their cells. In retrospect she could see what she had done. It wasn’t so much that she had walked out, but that she had deliberately disobeyed his direct order. She had intended to get his attention, but not to push their relationship to the brink. She had not understood the impact of what she had done to him. If she could turn back the clock now she would never have left that afternoon.
Time Drags On In their short time together Cathy and Paula had become close friends. She looked forward to the long talks during their free time when she and Paula were assigned the same dormitory cell at night. She appreciated how Paula would listen to her, and sometimes offer helpful advice. Several times Paula had helped her understand the point behind the lessons. For one problem in particular, Cathy needed Paula's insight and experience.
Cathy had not felt her Master's touch in some time. It was becoming more difficult to sleep at night. Her thoughts were filled with memories of her Master, the times she had been with him. More than once her hand had strayed to the metal strip between her legs. She had jerked it away as soon as she felt the shield, warmed by contact with her body. Her desire was becoming unbearable, satisfying that desire impossible with the belt on.
Once, late at night, unable to sleep, she had dared to leave her hand between her legs, knowing she risked punishment if a Warden saw her, but driven to recklessness by her need. She had tried pressing against the steel, then rubbing it, finally even trying to slip a finger underneath it. All her clandestine efforts were to no avail, the fit was too close and the metal unyielding. She could not seek release from her desire while the belt was fastened on her. In frustration and desperation she had tried to force the waistband over her hips, but the loop around her waist was too narrow to slip.
She asked Paula what to do. Paula shrugged, "Cathy, there is no answer; all you can do is wait and hope your Master comes to visit. This device from hell," Paula grimaced, tapping the shield between her own legs with one finger, "is to make sure you don't get used to the routine here. It isn't enough to just get by, you have to work at your lessons, earn a good report from the Wardens for your Master, so that he will come to see you. That's the only way to solve your problem."
Paula's words had not helped much, but Cathy did put more effort into her lessons. And then one day her routine began to change. She had not seen Paula for several days, but that was not unusual as the Wardens constantly moved them around. Every day there was a changing mix of students and teachers in the classes. Each night had been with a different group too. Cathy had been asking Paula about visits by their masters, but Paula had been evasive, not going into detail. Cathy had hoped to find out more about it, but she hadn't had the opportunity yet. But she was sure she would see Paula in a few more days. Cathy really hadn't made any friends with the other women, other than casual conversation, and didn’t feel comfortable talking to them about intimate subjects.
The day had not seemed out of the ordinary. Cathy had gone through the usual routine and she had been placed in a cell for the night with three women she only knew slightly. She had settled in for the night, but as usual was finding it difficult to sleep. She heard the steps of a patrolling Warden, slowly walking down the hallway, pausing at each cell door. The footsteps came near her cell, before they suddenly stopped. She could see him standing at the door, looking in at them through the bars. She expected the Warden to walk on, but he just stood there, staring right at her. She became uneasy, had she done something wrong? Did they know of her attempt to get around the belt? Probably, they seemed to know everything.
"Cathy, stand up, approach the door," he ordered. Immediately she pushed back her thin blanket, rose, and went to the door. She stood in front of him, close to the bars, back straight, head down, arms at her side, waiting for his orders. "Turn around, hands behind your back, feet slightly apart.” Expecting just such orders, she turned, placed her hands behind her back, palms facing out, the backs of her wrists a few inches apart. She could see the other women watching her from their sleeping pads. She heard the familiar click as the Warden closed the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Her back to him, she heard the key in the lock, the opening door, and then his hand was around her upper arm, pulling her into the corridor. He locked the door behind her.
While she stood in the hallway a shiver went through her. How would she be punished? The Warden led her down the hallway, past several cells. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she went by, but of course no one said a word. She had to concentrate on walking, her guard set a fast pace making it difficult for her to keep up given the short chain hobbling her ankles. They went past the end of the sleeping cells, through the cell block exit, and past other rooms with closed, solid doors.
The Warden stopped in front of one unmarked door, opened it with a key, and brought her inside. It was a small room, carpeted, a table and one chair in a corner, a low bed fitted with wide leather straps placed against the wall. Her guard placed her next to the bed, and began removing her handcuffs. "Get on the bed, on your back. Place your hands and feet next to the straps."
Seeing the smaller wrist straps at the head of the bed she laid down, her hands toward the wrist restraints, and her legs as wide as possible drawing the leg chain linking her ankles taut. She looked up at him as he strapped down her wrists above her head, spread widely apart. Satisfied her hands were secured, he moved to the foot of the bed, unlocked the cuffs on her ankles, and placed them in straps too, her legs now held wide apart. Finished, he looked down at her for a moment from the foot of the bed, then without a word he turned around and walked out the door, leaving her alone. The door closed and a moment later the lights went out.
Cathy lay spread out on the bed in the dark, tied down and helpless, unable to move, wearing nothing but that accursed belt and her master's collar. Wild thoughts raced through her mind. Would she be beaten? How long would they leave her here? What if no one remembered her? She pulled on her bonds, testing them, but it was immediately obvious she had no hope of freeing herself. She relaxed, waiting patiently in the knowledge someone else would decide when she would be freed of her restraints. She remembered her lessons on trust: never panic, her master would not let her come to harm. She closed her eyes and awaited her fate, whatever it might be.
Time passed, and she drifted into a light sleep. She was only half awake when she noticed the lights were on. Opening her eyes fully, she realized someone was standing at the foot of the bed. Looking up, she saw her master towering over her, looking straight into her eyes. Shock and joy rushed through her, and an involuntary "Master…” escaped her lips before she remembered she had not been given permission to speak.
She looked up at him, tears of joy filling her eyes. Without thinking she tried to rise up, go to him, but the bed restraints held her down. He just stood there, his eyes moving up and down her body, not saying a word. Desperate to please him in any way she could, Cathy tried to pull her legs further apart, to arch her back to better display her breasts. Her eyes pleaded with him, to allow her to speak, to let her beg for his touch.
He stood there a moment longer, enjoying her wordless pleading, before he walked around to her side. He knelt down next to her, and placed one hand on her knee. His touch felt like fire to her, she gasped for air as a shiver ran through her aroused body. Still he would not allow her to speak. He lifted up his other hand, a small key dangling from a golden chain necklace he held in a fist. She recognized the key, and a wide smile appeared on her face as she nodded in eager agreement.
Cathy's master chuckled at her eagerness. He inserted the key into the lock securing the belt around her waist. Cathy was very still, hoping her master would open it, but knowing the decision was not hers to make. She watched him, trying to look at him and the key at the same time, hoping to see him open it. He paused, a low laugh as he saw her anxiety that he would not unlock her. He turned the key and released the belt that had held her prisoner for so long. He pulled out the top of the shield from the lock and away from her body, setting it down between her widely spread legs. For the first time since she had come here she was uncovered, fully open to her beloved master.
He reached down, touching her intimately, feeling her wetness. Cathy gasped and moaned, her eyes closed as the sensation washed over her. She tried to push against his hand, but he didn't allow it. Instead his hand began to roam over her, touching, stroking, exciting her. Cathy kept her eyes closed, drinking in the feel of her master's touch once again, feeling herself lose control. Distantly she felt her aroused body respond, breathing faster, nipples hard, skin hot and flushed. She heard low moaning sounds, knew she was making them, but unable to stop it. Then she sensed the presence of her master over her, around her, entering her. She pulled at the straps on her wrists and ankles, wanting to put her arms around him and pull him further into her.
She could not reach him, her master had chosen not to allow it, but she could push against him, trying to move in rhythm with him. And then the thinking stopped, she reached the point of release. Her love for her master, his love for her, her complete surrender to him, his power and dominance, all combined in an endless moment when she and her master merged, becoming as one, the parts completing the whole.
Slowly Cathy returned to her exhausted body. Feeling her master stroking her cheek, she opened her eyes, looking at him. "Quiet, no words," he told her in a low but commanding voice. She tried to reach out to him, but she was still held down. Noticing her struggle with the straps, her master leaned over and kissed her, then said "No, I'm not going to untie you. You are doing very well here, so I decided you deserved a visit as a reward. I am quite pleased with your progress so far. I will not be taking you home today, but if you continue to work hard, learn your lessons, you won't have to stay here much longer."
With those words, he reached down and pulled the shield up over her, inserting the top back into the lock plate of the belt. He turned the key, and she was once again imprisoned by the cool metal strip between her legs. Cathy's eyes went wide as he closed and locked the belt around her, but she knew any protest would be futile. The choice belonged to him; she had given it to him willingly.
He stood up and once again looked down at Cathy. He hung her belt key around his neck. "It's safe here, I'm sure I won't lose it this way," he told her, smiling as he patted the key. "I know this is hard for you, Cathy. This is not a pleasant place, and the methods can be harsh at times, but I want you to complete the program here.
"I know you didn’t agree to being sent here, to be imprisoned like this. I doubt you ever imagined anything like this would happen. But I think we have progressed beyond the issue of consent. We’ve been together long enough for you to learn I will never harm yo
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