Training

Coming to the end and not much wack off material. Sorry, that wasn’t my intention. If that’s what you were here for, sorry. I hope the pictures helped.

The real reason I wrote the series of articles was to prove a point. That even as owned property, there is no real reason to bury it all just because you are int he company of vanilla’s.

Yes, she is my slave and I am her Owner. She has pledged her heart, body and soul to me and me alone. Her trust is in me to not do her severe harm. I also do not throw my Ownership or her submission into the face of others,

being surrounded by vanilla’s she was able to maintain her focus on serving the needs of the Owner without much work by modifying how it is viewed by others. A modern woman with a flair for the traditions of yesteryear. The 50′s household. She also did not try to defend her role or her actions. what others thought was not of her concern. Her concern was if her actions were reflecting poorly on me. if they were, it needed to be changed.

Yes, there were times her obedience and submission was put on display. She was used sexually at my direction. But they were at my choosing and at my direction with people I knew would not abuse the honor of seeing her at her most vulnerable. She again served me by behaving properly and doing as she was told. Like she was trained to do.

To Serve is to Serve

it drives me nuts when i see subs and slaves who preach the fact that they are there to serve their master, than question certain times when they are told to serve. You serve, let the Master worry about the fall out. You supposedly trust him enough to serve him, so why question his command to serve? or why is he even commanding you to serve? There are times when it should be natural.

My slave served me in this manner by serving others. She played house keeper, hostess and happy homemaker to others. why? because it made her Owner look good, fulfilled her need to serve and provided her with a vanilla setting to be of service.

Maybe I am answering my won question. Why do others have problems maintaining their Master/slave roles when around vanillas? Its because they lack communications and training. they think their roles are set and there si no room for on going discussions and training… Maybe thats the problem??

(Photo: The Training of O)

There were sooo many different titles running through my mind when I decided to write this: Surviving the Holidays with a slave and a vanilla family. Kinky Slave meet vanilla Family. Being the Master while playing vanilla… etc… You get the point.

This is the time of year when I get a lot of questions about successfully(or not) traveling to meet the family and enjoy the holiday festivities while not forgetting your slave is still your slave and not wanting her to give aunt Martha a heart attack!

Hope my story helps answer the question.

Slave, Meet My Vanilla Family

This happened several years ago when I decided to head back to the Midwest to visit the family, enjoy the old traditions of the holiday’s and let my first slave see where I came from.

I worked a full day and quickly headed home. My slave had the week off, so she was able to get herself ready before I got home. Quickly greeted her at the door and stripped from my work clothes and headed for the shower. While I showered, she laid out the clothes I was to wear on the plane. She remained naked.

As I finished dressing, she leaned herself against the wall with her hands on the wall, her feet spread and head lowered. She was waiting for my inspection of her. She was smooth in all the right areas. I gave her my approval and sent her on her way.

All the while she was informing me of what our schedule was and what she has packed. The details of the rest of the day. She served me a quick snack and waited at my feet while I ate.

My buddy took off work early to take us to the airport. He was knocking at the door. My slave answered and let him in to me. He is a close friend, so her nudity and her kneeling wasn’t anything new for him. We grabbed the bags while my slave was given permission to dress. Low heels, long skirt, no panties, light colored blouse, no bra (she was small breasted).

At the airport, we got a cart and headed for check-in. She gave my friend a kiss goodbye and promised a favor on return. Security was a long wait, but a smooth process. We talked about what was the plan so far for when we are back home. Nothing too risque!

We got past security and had time to kill for a meal. At the restaurant I gave her the small choker chain collar she normally wears out and I asked what looked good on the menu. That was code word for “what are you wanting to eat?” She told me what looked good. I agreed except for the soda needed to be replaced with tea. Code words for “You may have that, except for the soda”.

On the flight, once in the air, I got the in-flight movie while she took a nap on my shoulder listening to music I programmed on her iPod. The long fabric of the skirt helped hide my hand when I decided to play with her shaved pussy. The usual protocol for permission to stand and stretch as well as use the bathroom. Nobody noticed, except for maybe the “Sir” part.

Before landing, I handed her a jeweled butt plug I put into my carry on. The fun has now begun! As she gets excited about landing and getting on with the vacation, she also now has to worry about losing the plug. Once she gets to the planes bathroom and gets it in without her usual noise!

Watching her sit with this plug in her is always a joy. Her smiles and her wetness gives her away…

The baggage claim was a snap as was the rental car. The rental agent was standing right behind her when she raised her dress in order to sit naked on the seat. She always makes it into a production number. He just smiled as he looked over at me to make sure I had everything I needed. Yes I did. She was topless before we left the parking garage.

Check in to the hotel was easy. She left the top buttons open just in case he wanted to look or she wanted to flash. Once in the room, she unpacked and put away the clothes without being told. Even if there for one night, that is how it works. And once her chores were done, she knelt by the bedside, waiting for my instructions.

She successfully packed the bags with everything I wanted without me saying what I wanted. She locked down the house and kept all the paperwork in order, making the trip run smooth. She was wonderful in making it a success so far. Now I have her naked and kneeling at my bedside with a beautiful plug in her ass, waiting for me to do with her as i please. What should I do next??

Get her on the bed, fuck her till she screams and call it a night. I give her permission to sleep with her Master. Not that I would say no to a request like that tonight… Tomorrow will be a challenging day.

More on this tomorrow

Photo: The Upper Floor