Proper Training

Chapter One-4

“How do we know it’s a girl?” Bobby asked.

“Why would a guy do this to me?”

“Maybe you stole his girlfriend and wants revenge? Or, maybe he’s jealous.”

“Yea, I steal other guy’s girlfriends. I have enough trouble getting one of my own. But you’ll never guess what happened this morning?”

“Obviously not, or you wouldn’t have to tell us.”

“You got to keep it a secret, okay?”

They both agreed.

“Jill invited me over to her house after school. She said her mother wouldn’t be home, and she would give me another hickey somewhere else.”

“Are you going?”

“I’m grounded, remember?”

“If I had a proposition like that, I’d go anyway and pay the consequences later. I’d tell my mother that I forgot.”

“Yea, that would go over like a pregnant pole vaulter. If I did that, I’d lose my phone until my grounding ends. That’s all the social life I have now.”

“But can you imagine where she might put that hickey? What else would she do while she’s down there?”

“Oh I have a good imagination, but what would she say when she discovers my cage? It would be all over but the shouting. I’m taking a rain check.”

“Maybe she’s the one who has the key. After all, you two were going at it hot and heavy at the party Friday night. Think about it. You might want to reconsider.”

“I’ll guess I’ll just have to take that chance.”

The bell rang, and we all hustled off to our next class.

Over the weekend the guys were allowed to come over for a while. We compiled the master list. Several girls were crossed off because they were there with their boyfriends, but fourteen or fifteen names remained. Carefully we analyzed each one, but no one stood out as my keyholder. We decided we’d just have to wait it out and see what her next move would be.

Two weeks passed without any contact. I was beside myself. I was so f*****g horny I couldn’t stand it. How’s a guy supposed to go to school every day and be surrounded with gorgeous girls who do everything possible to flaunt their stuff. Short skirts, tight ass-clinging jeans, blouses open and bras and thongs sticking out all over the place. I go home, and I’m so goddamn excited it’s impossible to think of anything. I’ve found that the only way to deal with it is to take a cold shower as soon as I get home, and that only calms he down for a little while. I have a constant case of blue balls and can’t get any relief.

That Friday, however, I found a note slid into the little air slots near the top of my locker before heading to lunch. Immediately I opened it.

“How’s it feel to have your life controlled by someone? You’ve got to be so hot and horny by now with no possible way to get any relief. I’ve watched you. I know what you’re thinking. It almost makes me feel like I own you. Actually I do. I have the key. Talk soon.”

I passed it to Alex when we sat down.

“Here read this.”

“Holy s**t,” he said after reading the note. “This is real Femdom stuff. She’s made you her slave, just like in those stories you like so much.”

“Obviously, you’ve been reading them too.”

“Yea, I had to check them out to see what you find so interesting. So what’s your next move?”

“I have no idea. She could continue this for as long as she wants. She’s right. She controls me. She owns my c**k, so she owns me.”

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. After all, what could top what already happened today. When I got home, I undressed and went straight to my shower. It became my usual routine.

As I stepped out, my towel wasn’t on the hook where I usually hang it. When I looked up, Mindy sat on my toilet with her phone in her hand taking pictures.

“Oh f**k! Get out! What in hell are you doing in here?” I yelled while covering my caged c**k with both hands. “Get out of here!”

“Hey, I’m just checking up on you? I know all about your little problem, because I own you.” She threw me my towel. “Here, dry yourself off, and we’ll have that little talk I promised you in the note today.”

“You’re the one who did this to me?”

“Yea. It was for your own good. You were doing things that you shouldn’t. You may have been hiding them from Mom, but I see and hear everything, slave boy.

“I’m sure you are really pissed at me right now, but I’ve been reading all the sites you think you have hidden on your computer. You’re into some pretty kinky stuff. How’s it feel to be dominated by a woman? It’s what you want, isn’t it? You dream of being owned and used for a woman’s pleasure. You want to be chained down and whipped. You want to be someone’s chastity slave. You fantasize about all those things happening to you, don’t you?”

I just looked down at the tiles on the floor and didn’t answer.

“Well, don’t you?”

Reluctantly I answered her with a whisper. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” she demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s right. I have the key. Face it, slave. I own you, and you have no right to be mad at me. I was just giving you a small sample of what you think you want.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“That’s better. Now dry yourself off and pose for a better picture. Never know… I might need to blackmail you again someday.”

She took several of me wearing the cage.

“So now what?” I asked.

“What do you want?”

“Right now I’d like to be released from this fiendish cage and have you leave me alone for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes? It won’t take that long. Then what?” she asked.

“Lock me back up?”

“Are you telling me or asking me?”

“I’m asking you, Mistress. I like being controlled. I’m willing to do this, but I need some relief every once in a while.”

“So how often do you want to be released?”

“It’s not my choice. I don’t care. I’m your slave. You’re my key holder. You own me. It’s entirely up to you?”

“That’s fair, but let me warn you – you will never ask me to release you. Not ever. Understand? If you do, I’ll leave you locked up for another month and maybe more. Deal?”

“Yes, Mistress. It’s definitely a deal.”

She reached into her pocket, pulled out the coveted key and handed it to me. I’ll be out in your bedroom reading some of your favorite stories and thinking up other things I can do to you. You do what you have to, but. clean the cage and yourself when you’re done. You might want to rub some lotion on your little tallywacker before putting it back in the cage. When you come out, you’ll give me back the key.”

“And if I don’t?”

“These pictures will be all over the internet.”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“Do you dare take that chance?”

“No, Mistress.”

She was right. It didn’t take very long. With just a few strokes of my hand up and down my hard c**k, I shot my c*m all over the inside of the shower. It was nearly a month’s build up, driven by her control and my fascination with porn. I nearly screamed with pleasure. It was wonderful, but the urge was gone. I really didn’t want to put the cage back on, but I realized I had no choice. Down deep inside, it was really what I wanted. Before I lost my courage, I snapped the large ring around my c**k and balls. Finally I pushed my soft pecker into the curved, prison-like sleeve and locked it up tight. I was ready for another day.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, as I handed her the key.

“I guess I own myself a slave,” she said with a smile and nodding her head.

“So Mindy, I mean Mistress… where’d you get this thing?”

“Mom bought it when she discovered our dad was having his third affair. She gave him a choice – be locked up or get out. He took the latter. A month or two after he left, she threw it away, so I grabbed it and saved it, never knowing if I’d ever need it. Then low and behold, my little brother decides he wanted to wear one and be controlled by a dominating woman. When he was drunk one night I locked him up, giving him what he secretly wanted. So there you have it in a nut shell.

“Whether you believe it or not, I’ve been controlling your life for several years. You will learn that women are the superior s*x and you guys are here to serve us. We always get what we want. So from now on, I’m your Mistress and you’re my slave. But don’t get all excited. There won’t be any s*x between us like in those stories you read. After all we don’t live in one of those small towns in the back hills of Kentucky where they marry their sisters. Besides that there won’t be any s*x for you for a very long time.”

As she started to leave, I asked her one more thing. “As far as Bobby and Alex are concerned, we’re still looking for my keyholder. Leave me some notes and things every once in a while, just to keep the whole charade going. I don’t want them to ever know it was you.”

“I can do that, but trust me, this is no charade. This is real. As far as I’m concerned, from now on you’re my slave. It may sound like fun, but you know what you’re giving up, don’t you.”

“Yea, I do, but it’s not as much as I’m gaining.”

“We’ll see, slave boy.”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks what?”

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m glad you’re my key holder. I love you.”

“Love you too, slave.”