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 The Slave girl school, part 1 of 15

   Synopsis: Tina (20 y o) is blindly in Love with Micke, and he want to
break up with her.  In dastardliness he wants it to be her fault.  To gain
time he makes her believe that a friend of him has a training-school for
slave girls.  He's intend is a try to scare her away, but she "voluntarily"
agrees to register (check-in) as a trainee (student) at the "school" to be
a perfect slave for her Master Micke.  This evil plot is just a way for
Micke to break up with her, promising her that he would take her back again
after her exam.  But will he?  He had met another girl, Ulrika.  Will Tina
ever pass?  Her alleged trainer is an oversexed 52 y o man.


Codes: M/f, cons, slave, training, mc, oral, fuck, slow, exhib, a s o
BTW: In Nordic countries as Sweden the legal age is 15.
I admit that I have added some small parts to her story, with Tina's

approval afterwards.

   //

   Tina had later told her story in front of the SUB-GANG (a group for
submissive girls) and it had been recorded by me, as I'm secretary of the
group.  I have put in a great effort to deepening her story and to make it
trustworthy, by detailed and thorough interviews with Tina, Micke and
Peter. I have tried to get all their versions of experience and so much in
their own words as possible.  After that I had chosen and weaved (woven) in
their versions in chronological order to get a full story.

   Afterwards Tina told me that she didn't felt deceived and nor has she
felt hate to point at Peter, perhaps on the contrary....

   (My comment is that if she agreed to be deceived then she also admits to
her naivety and gullibility.  Her expected hate against Peter took an
unexpected turn.  Could it be the Stockholm syndrome?  /C)

   //

   P.  S!

   I REQUEST URGENTLY that this story are to be read only by adults (18 +).
I would be absolutely disconsolate if I heard that anyone had copied this
bad and evil way of handling Love and stunning infatuation, knowing that
there are many heartbroken youths (kids) out there and many, many Wolfs. 
This peril had restricted me from letting this story go public earlier
though Tina had requested so.  She doesn't write English.

   So please, please don't be a copy-cat.  T.  S /Cecilita



   Tina, girl, 20 y o

   Micke, man, 33 y o (short for Mikael)

   Peter, man, 52 y o

   Sonja, girl, 16 y o

   Ulrika, girl, 19 y o



   The Slave girl school, part 1 of 10

   I start with Peter's version:

   PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
I've been divorced since 4 years now and live alone in my own house.  My
story is nothing that I'm proud of to have carried out, but I couldn't stop

it.  One thing followed by another.

   I'm grateful if you please try to see it from my point of view.

   My Fortune opened the possibility for me, a 52 y o man, to almost
uninhibited play with a young, naked and undestroyed girl and I felt that I
must be on that train, when it left the station.  I have missed trains
before for the reason that I had not reacted in time and I have regretfully
learned my lesson.

   In my mind there was an unequal struggle between, at one side my
conscience and what I've learned to be right and wrong and utilization of a
weaker part, and at the other side my manly hormones that in my planning
let my thoughts play with a 32 years younger, slender, soft and beautiful
girl and the possibility to give body to my deep longing after unlimited
power over a obedient female.  I had learned it as "a voluntarily obedient
female".

   Guess which side that won?

   First a little view of my background to my justification.

   I was 20 y o when I had an immature and clumsy BDSM-play-relation with a
young girl (Sonja 16 y o).

   She was more plain than beautiful, but she offered me pleasure and
obedience that I didn't know existed.

   It was she who opened up a window to and taught me about the strange
World of BDSM.  She had learned it from older boy, but after that she had
been settled in the feeling of submission he broke up with her, finding a
new and undestroyed mind and flesh to conquer and train.

   I found her sad and forlorn on a park bench outside his house, where he
inside had a new ongoing party.  There was an empty place beside her and
she unburdened her heart to me, a stranger, probably because I was just an
anonym stranger.  She told me that she couldn't live without him and that
he was so firm and comfortable for her.

   In her disconsolation and missing of him she freely told me about their
life together and how wonderful it had been when he decided everything for
her.  She proudly told me that she was his slave girl and that she had no
worries in her life.  She had only to do as she was told and she felt a
peculiar and submissive nerve vibrate in her private parts and wanted more
and more of that feeling.

   As a late teenager I had no idea of anything else than the missionary
position, but I was thrilled and bewitched by the feelings following the
thoughts of the complete power over a female, that she voluntarily gave
him. As his slave girl she did absolutely anything that he told her to. 
Between her lines I could, as a stranger to her, feel that she likes to
talk about her total submission.  I saw her quick glance at my crutch and
knew that I, as a man, couldn't hide my sexual arousal.

   Everything of this was new and unknown to me and it spoke directly to my
dick, (cock) which began to see its chances and a way to be spoiled over
all senses.

   We began a relation in the meaning that she moved into my home and I got
the impression that she only had me on trial.  Though she teased me with
her stories, the first three days we were only friends.  Then she opened up
the window for me to see and enjoy this other World.

   Sonja taught me to be a Master and she gave me delights that I didn't
knew existed.  She was the most pleasant and female being that I ever have
met.  And she gave the words SEX and DELIGHTS a new meaning.  I was struck
dumb with her eagerness to serve me in any time of the day and with her
eagerness to give me even more.

   When ever I found out a new game or a new way for me to enjoy her I just
told she and she made it be my reality.  My enjoyment was the most
important thing for her.  She said: "A slave girl lives only to make it
pleasant in every way for her Master!", "Just tell me what to do!" and "A
slave girl must not take any initiative of her own!"

   I thought that I experience everything with her, but later my
inventiveness improved and my former fantasies showed to be just the top of
an iceberg, when she wasn't there anymore.

   She repeatedly told me that she had absolutely no limits and that I had
to set them and that I also had to test her on that point.  "I execute
anything that you order me to!", "Your will is my law!", "I love it when
you test me and take out all of my abilities", "Don't you worry about me,
just think about your self" and "I'm your eagerly and willingly tool to do
with what ever you wish".

   She wide opened a dominating world for me where she claimed that my will
was the only one that existed in my home.  She made my every boyish most
madly sex dreams come true until I didn't know what was up or down.  I
tried to find new orders for her to fulfill and she just performed what
ever I could come up with.  She was only 16.

   She had very small breasts but I didn't care because she had everything
else that was supposed to be found on a woman's body.  And she was an
expert in the art of giving pleasure to a man, thrilled up many levels by
her total obedience and exciting eagerness.  When I had learned to let my
manly selfishness completely free I could detect an approving smile on her
lips.  She made no secret of that she loved to please me with her body and
that she enjoyed to spoil me.  In the same moment she had performed a
mission for my sexual delight her eyes urged me for another task, but only
her eyes.  "A slave girl may take no initiative, she must only obey!" Well,
sometime I found out that she steered me for my pleasures.  Her eagerness
to obey anything I invented was stunning.

   I hadn't before, even heard about, that a girl could take a dick (cock)
down into her throat and keep it there and massage it for the man's
pleasure.  It surprised me to see my whole dick (18 cm = 7 in) disappears
into her mouth and that she had her lips in my pubic hair.  She swallowed
my sperm as it was much longed-for nectar.  And she always licked her lips
as she wanted more and licked my dick to make it clean or to entice it to
give her more.  I didn't figure out what the real reason was.

   Later I found another alternative, in her submissiveness she showed
"that it was a slave girl's duty to do so".

   Very often she spontaneously open up her mouth and gave me with that a
sign that she wanted me to ORDER her to suck (blow) me.

   She sucked me, licked my testicles, crutch and hairy behind as often as
I wanted her to do it and many times a day she begged of me, with her
silent and open mouth, to order her to let it work in some way for my
pleasure.  She loved to lick and suck at my toes (even if that wasn't my
cup of tea) and to wash my whole body from my feet to my neck with her
tongue in a very slow and thorough an-hour-and-a-half-process.  She called
it "my body-wash".  Her licking tongue visit in soft tickles every nook of
my body.

   In the beginning I was terrible ticklish in my crotch and she had the
look of a naughty girl that trigged for a punishment when she tickle me
with lips and tongue.  I soon got more used to her sharpen and soft tongue
and kissing lips, but the odd sensation of tickling was still there and I
had to fight it in a delightful way.  It only rose my delight.

   She loved to wake me up in the morning with my dick in her mouth or her
tickling tongue deep in my crotch.  Some time, when I was sleeping on my
stomach she found the out-way in my behind with her tickling and licking
tongue.  Another time I woke up by her warm breath against my sensitive
parts just before I drowsy with sleep perceive what was going to happen. 
It was a sensation that one could die for.

   She told me that when I gave tasks for her tongue, lips, oral cavity and
throat she sunk into her own giving and timeless world and could keep going
for ever.

   Punishment was not a big thing to us, (Read: To me) but sometime she
provoked me to put her over my knees, more as a gesture or a play.  Or
rather she placed herself over my knees and presented her naked and
wriggling bottom to my attention.  4-5 times she wanted me to spank her in
a teaseling way with a birch-rod, that she produced and she wriggled more
and more for each hit and asked for more with: "Please, Sir, don't stop",
"I will be a good and obedient girl, Master!" and "I will do what ever you
say, Master!" A funny promises because she always did.

   She reacted also by excitement when my hand hit her bare bottom and she
told me that it trigged her to be much more obedient.  To stress her point
of view in the matter she said: "When ever you want me to be more obedient,
just spank me, Master!"

   She also stressed that her bottom was always there for my hand or the
birch twigs.  Well, I was the one who held back on that.

   I remember one time when she had made me felt strongly for the feeling
of having her wriggling and naked bottom before me and I was thrilled by
the powerful thought that I alone decided where the birch-twigs should hit
and when her punishment was over.  Before it happened I could hear her
teasing voice: "I'll be a good slave girl for you, Master!" and "Please
Master let me prove to you how obedient I could be!"

   I fell onto HER teasing-trap and ordered her to get me another
birch-rod. She run out to a birch grove 500 meters from my house, cut the
twigs and run back to me.  Panting, almost out of air, she obediently
presented the birch from her kneeling position before me.

   The feeling of the ultimate power was overwhelming and I become, for the
moment, a "birching man".  Her whole bottom was pinkish and full of ten
thousand small blisters where the tops of the birch had hit her.  She
didn't lie, she strive to be more obedient than ever, if that was possible.
If you understand me, she was so obedient that I got tears in my eyes.

   //

   When she was free to speak her mind, she begged me to order her to show
my friends her respect, when they arrived and when they left, by kneeling
and soundly kissing outside their jeans and over their private parts.  "I
can't do it without of an order but I love to do it as a routine every time
they are here."

   It was a way for her to show them their superiority over females but
first of all to get them to envy and admire me, who had her full attention
24 hours a day.  Falling into my Master-role when I had guests I did to
loudly and in a very demanding voice order her; "Show my friends your
respect!" and I knew that she loved these degrading actions in front of my
friends.

   She run up to each of them, fell to her knees, put her face up against
their crutch and started to soundly kiss the textile fabric at their pants.
The fysical reaction were for all to see, when she rose and move to the
next boy.

   One time I forgot it when two of my friends were going to leave and she
gave me an evil eye of blame, but submissively nothing more.  That remind
me and she got her order and winked at me before she threw herself to her
knees in front of Matti and Gunnar and performed her self-created
humiliating mission.

   I had an increasingly numbers of manly friends those days.  Wonder why!
*Smile*

   She was always fully dressed and she often overact her serving role and
openly told my guests that she was my slave girl to do with as I pleased
and that her only mission in life was to release my dick in any way I
wished for and that I could do anything to her that pleased me.  She often
stressed that "My Masters wish is my command" and jokily "He only has to
open his mouth and then I do the same, but for another reason!" - she
teased them.

   Gunnar said in open enviousness that he very much liked to try that
mouth.  She didn't give him a female answer: "NO way pal!" but instead she
answered instantly: "I'm his slave-girl so if Peter orders me to do it I
will not refuse and I will give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. 
But he is my Master and decides for me what to do!" She added: "I have
never disobeyed him and it will ever happen, whatever he is demanding!"

   I was probably the only one in the room that knew that she didn't
exaggerated about the pleasure she was capable to give.

   I knew that she loved to give me the absolute power over her in front of
the boys.  All to point out that my will was the only thing that restrains
anything to happen in the room.

   Still I could see her cheeks turn red when she told three of my manly
friends that I often trained her in obedience, like a dog and that she
naked followed all my commands.  She loved the envy she raised and after
they were gone and we were alone she was especially willingly and wet for
me, if that was possible.

   Smilingly she noted that so many boys wanted to be my friends.

   Sonja was the gift from God to Man.

   When we had guests she stood up ready to serve me or sat at my feet, as
if she was ready to give me oral service at any sign for it.  I knew she
would have done it openly and in a great show without hesitation if I had
ordered her.  But I thought that her fully clothes and verbally and
obedient exhibitions were enough.

   I must say that even I liked the eyes of jealousy from my friends,
knowing that any of them would have swap for my Master-role in a second. 
One of them Anders asked if he could sit in a nook to observe when I
trained my naked slave girl, but I said NO.

   Quickly I found that I was the one who must take responsibility for her
actions, not she.  She stressed verbally on front of my friends that she
was there only for me and that I could be released in any way I liked, how
often I wished and for how long as I wanted.  It was only for me to command
her.

   I saw many pants bulged when she raised and feed their fantasy images up
to the sky.

   //

   She loved her long-time missions and so did I.  Though it in the
beginning took me a while to stop thinking of my female sexual partner, as
I was used to and instead relax in my own egoistic pleasure as she allowed
and encourage me to do.

   I learned to love to relaxed be on my back and let her do all the acting
for my pleasure and I quickly found out that if I didn't tell her to stop
she would continued for ever.  I tested that some times to see if she had
any time limits, but found none.  At one occasion she had used her tongue
for so long time that she slur her words as a drunken person after that I
had finally stopped her.

   Knowing that she had absolutely no limits I demonstrated my
responsibility when I (we) had guests at home.  Though, it was a thrilling
and exciting feeling to know that only my restrictions prevent her from a
naked and total submissive show by her own in front of my friends.  Knowing
that she had done absolutely anything to make them envy her Master.  That
was also the reason to let her be fully dressed when I had visitors.  She
had begged me to have her showing more skin when we had guests but I denied
her that.  Before any guest arrived I choose from her clothes, which she
had put on the bed, what she should wear and afterwards she put away all
the other.

   In a very nice and pleasant way I learned that a Master has full
responsibility for his slave girl's every action and that she only had to
answer to him.  I could see the point of her total relaxation and luck of
responsibility in just obeying.

   I told a friend of mine that it was possible for a man to get fed up by
waking up every morning with his cock in a girl's mouth.  He refused to
believe me, even when I stressed, "every morning in every week and every
month".  I had my own limit at 6 weeks.

   During two, minutes-intensive, months I experienced the heaven with her,
then I was forced to temporary move from the town, when my mother died. 
The temporary was transformed to perpetual and I didn't move back.

   I have never regretted anything more in my life.  I also blame myself
for not taking her with me.  She was free to go and I could always get her
a job in a shop or as a cleaner.  But the fact was that I was not ready for
commitment - then!

   In my hair-raising missing of her I understood that I had been gawky in
my attempt to be a demanding Master for her.  She had very much more to
give.

   This I had to painfully regret during the coming years as I was married,
divorced, remarried and divorced again.

   My wife no 1 offer me only lame trying to play in my newfound game so it
was my fantasy that saved me, but it also overthrow my both marriages. 
Most of it was my own fault - all of it to be truthful.  It is
understandable that a woman can't be married to a man who had BDSM-sex in
his head 24 hrs a day, unless she like it herself.

   My 2nd wife found my fantasy notes from my time with Sonja and that was
too much for her.  She was so angry and upset that I thought for a minute
that she was in for a heart attack.

   The more Sonja disappeared into my history the more I regretted all the
things I could have enjoyed her more, in a time when she gave me completely
free hands with her.

   I heard and read about other men's domination fantasies and was only
reminded of that I had it all that and more and voluntarily lost it ...

   I couldn't let go of all the trigging experiences of power and in my
imagination I refreshed them.

   I contacted Sonja two times, only to find that she had changed and was
now more mature.  She had two children and they were her life now.  She
told me that there was no longer any room for "that childish nonsense", as
she called our games.  I felt tears of disappointment rolling down my
cheeks though I'm not a crying man.

   I regretted again all the things that I hadn't done with her, when she
had another point of view.

   (I sadly and philosophically found out that "Past times never returns
and can't be copied as the parameters always have been changed!" /C)

   In my longing for power I tried to influence a female co-worker into the
BDSM-world.  When I had got her interested for a try she was on her way
back to her husband, after a short visit in freedom.  I often wonder if
that mind thrilling spark was a lease of new life for them.

   In my first marriage I succeed to persuade my wife and negotiate about
having her be my slave girl in my game.  But she just played her role "to
be nice to me" and she hadn't the prime mover that I had seen in Sonja and
that I thought was necessary.  The voluntarily drive.

   That was the way Sonja had taught me, that the woman herself wanted to
be a slave girl.  This story will show a bit of a compromise in the
signification of the word "voluntarily".

   Those negotiate cost me a lot and my first wife carried through her part
of the game mechanically and without her soul.  If you understand my
meaning I could as well had had "The inflatable Barbara" (The plastic
Doll).

   No, the trigging experience of power was on ice and I could only get it
to live in my fantasy.  My God, I regretted the entire thing I didn't do
with Sonja, when she gave me the complete control over herself.  She urged
me to use more of my imagination and stimulated me to do more with her, but
the blockhead, I ......

   My fantasy played with the thoughts of training her in obedience in the
presence of Per, one of my closest friends from childhood-time.  He would
have been trustworthy enough to not tell and I knew from later that he had
really enjoyed the thought of her dog-like training.  Every position I
could showed her body in and any order she had obediently acted out,
knowing he was watching.  I knew she would like it and so would he and I.

   In discussions with my friends and co-workers my solid opinion has
always been that everyone decides for themselves as long as it is
voluntarily.  All kinds of blackmailing I had, like everyone else,
rejected. "Free will" is words of honor.

   //

   Now closer in time:

   I had had Micke as my best friend in many years now.  It differs 19
years between us.  I'm 52 y o and he is 33.

   We have worked together and delivered TV sets and stereo equipments to
the firm's customer in many years.  You carry in many different positions,
lifting, dragging and slanting 52 inches TV-sets from the truck and to 5th
floor when the elevator is out of order.  In those situations it is
essential to trust each other.

   Micke has many times said that he didn't experience any difference in
age between us, more than that I have studied longer and lived longer and
by that have more experience.  I see in him a very good friend and mate. 
Actually he is one of my best friends.  I have only a few now days,
comparing with my days with Sonja, when I had more friends than most men.
The only thing that really differs is our taste in music, his I don't
understand at all and mine is more melodious and is rejected by him.

   We have talked very much in the truck during these five years, both
about our problems and our deepest thoughts.

   Micke and I get on well and share the same opinions and are
complementing each other well.  It is inevitable that one have an effect on
each other in different directions.

   Deep discussions are one of our favorites.  We often met after work and
have a beer, or more together.  Our fantasies move in the same area.  But I
think I have infected him with the domination worm.

   Very early I told him dreamingly about Sonja and I also gave him advice
in how to handle a slave girl.  It was partly new advices and ideas for him
and some even for me as well.  I had no slave girl to practice them on so I
had to set with verbally living partly his life.

   He started to joke about: "You know as you have a slave-girl-school at
home!"

   I told him freely and honestly about my life and he gave me the
possibility to follow his in sharp verbally details.  Very often in the
truck he told me about his new conquests and how they fell out.  He never
held back on details and we had pleasure of it, both him and I.

   The concept "Slave-girl-school" become a joke between us.  We both knew
that I didn't have it, but we fool around and pretended both that I had. 
Well I told him that I had plans for it but we both knew that it would stay
at the planning level for ever.

   I stimulated my own fantasies by "preparing" for a slave-girl-school in
my home, searching Internet for projects and suggestions.

   When he met a girl that he could play this special game with, I came up
with suggestions and he answer: "You are the expert, you have your
slave-girls-school at home:" Then we both laugh loudly.  It was a nice
laugh though.

   The last 2-3 years he steadily discussed a matter with me before he took
a drastic decision in his love life, as a second opinion.  He told me that
it at many times had stopped him from just dash away and act.

   Micke is a typical emotionalist and I am more calculating and logical.
Sometimes I'm ashamed over my cold calculating mind and would rather become
an emotionalist as he.  I'm convinced that being a emotionalist had made me
a much better Master for Sonja and also that I had taken her away with me
and still have had her.  My God!!!!

   //

   It was Friday evening and I watch TV in my loneliness when the phone
rang.  It had done that earlier and then it was X-wife no 2 who had gabbled
in half an hour about negligible things that I can't remember.  Intertwined
in her drivels she said something about her wish to return to me.  She had
had some glass of wine so I didn't even comment on that.

   Honestly I didn't know my true answer.  She had found my fantasy notes
about BDSM and left me for that found and she was much too prudish to play
in my kind of game.  She was raised to be a "good girl" in a religious
home. Perhaps the wine had open up a door in her mind, I don't know.  Well,
Sonja had also been a "good girl" in my eyes.

   This call comes from Micke, who wanted to come over to me.  He had a BIG
problem.

   - Yes certainly!  You are always welcome.

   One hour later he sat in my guest chair and told me about his problem,
that later come to change my life to Eden or better.  I didn't know it
then.

   He had been living with Tina (20 y o) 4-5 months now, even if she had
her own flat as well.  She was still madly in love with him, with a stress
at madly and was in her manifestation also totally without of limits, as
Sonja - I thought.

   Micke was a good-looking man and he had boyish image with a natural
attractiveness and had always a humorous glint in his eyes.  Therefore it
was no surprise that the girls were attracted to him.

   He on the other side had started to get tired of Tina after just a
month. She was as glue and he felt it like he couldn't breathe.

   He had told me that they very often and more played
Master-slave-girl-roles and Tina was a girl that took her role-play
gravely. As I understood it she had found a path to his excitement in the
slave-girl-role and used it to keep him, but got caught herself in the
process.

   He had told me about their games and I had suggested variations and
developments.

   I, myself had only met her twice and both times in Micke's home.  She
unknowing, I knew all about her submissiveness and I was disappointed to
notice that she hadn't paid me the same "respect" as Sonja had done with my
friends.  Well Sonja was unusual in her showing off to create envious.

   One thing I found trigging and intriguing was that I could give Micke
advices knowing that she was going to act them out later in the evening. 
It gave my reposing feeling of power an extra kick.

   When he told me about Tina I automatically thought of Sonja.  It was
appeared that Tina also had that driving force, that she wanted to be a
slave girl and in a funny way enjoyed it herself.  She had told Micke that
for her it was "the giving" and the feeling of self-devotion that incite
her and lead her up to an orgasm.

   Tina was a girl just turned 20 and rather Nordic-like with a long and
light hair.  She was slender and hardly smart in her head.  This is not
patronizing, as we are different as creatures.  But she fitted into the
template: "Foolish Blonde" or "Bimbo".
She was nice to look at with her long and slender legs and a visible

butt muscles in her jeans.  She had full breasts, in my opinion.  Micke had
told me the she bleached her light-brown hair and with that the epithet:
"Foolish Blonde" disappeared.

   I knew that Micke had met another girl, which he thought fitted him much
better than Tina and that was the reason that he wanted to break up with
Tina.  Now he feared for seeing her cry her eyes out and didn't want to
disappoint her.  He was an emotional chicken.
Simply: He wanted to break up with her, but hadn't the nerves to do it.
He meant egoistically that for him it had been easier if she broke up

with him, but she refuse the thought of it.

   Yes, he had tried to make her leave him by raising his demand on her,
but with no success.

   This was the "big" problem for him.

   //

   Now we had reached the end of part one and also a turning point.  There
is a LOT of work to translate a story.  If there are explicit interests out
there for the rest of the story I will continue otherwise I rest my case
(fingers, eyes and mind).  As women I'm driven by encouragement.

   / Cecilita