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   It was a beautiful day and I decided to go out to the golf course.  I
guess my mind wasn't really into golf.  I was preoccupied with some bizarre
fantasy about meeting a strong man who would whisk me away and make me
their slave.  Anyway my game wasn't going very well.  It was a quiet day. I
was playing solo and saw only 2 other golfers.  Monday in late autumn.  It
was good to be alive.  The 12th hole played across a creek and was very
protected.  You couldn't see the green until you were actually next to it.
Woods flanked the hole on 3 sides.  Since there wasn't a soul around, I
decided to go into the woods a little ways and take my mind off of the
golf. I went about 30 feet into the woods and found a little clearing.  I
took off my clothes down to the leotard I was wearing.  I liked the leotard
because it hugged me tight.  It was pulled into the crack of my ass.  My
balls were exposed, but my little cock was tied down with a shoe lace.  I
picked up a nice slender switch from the forest floor.  I pinched my
nipples to make them stand out a little and then got working on my exposed
balls with the switch.  I lay down on my back and brought my knees up to my
chest.  Now my balls were exposed sitting right on top of my ass cheeks.  I
struck them again and again, holding my ankles with my left hand and
whipping with my right.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. I
knew I was alone, but you never know if a golfer with a cart would come
roaring around trying to get in a late round.  I couldn't really make
myself cry.  That would require someone else to "assist" me.  I felt the
tip of my small penis wetting underneath its tight lace.  I rubbed the tip
with my finger, and realized I had to pee.  I got on all fours and
squatted. It took a minute before I could relax and then the pee oozed out
of my leotard and feel in a stream onto the leaves and dirt.  I decided I
better get dressed and start back before it got dark.  I put on my pants,
shirt and shoes and walked out of the woods and on to the next tee.  Might
as well play in toward the clubhouse.

   I had taken my camera along with me to the course.  There was a family
of purple green finches that I wanted to get some photos of.  I left my
cart near the 11th green and walked along the creek until I could cross
into the woods.  I found a good waiting spot amid some large boulders and
got my camera ready.  This was the place I had seen the birds before.  They
are quite beautiful and I hoped to capture them on film.  I had been there
about 5 minutes when I heard the sound of someone a ways into the woods.  I
looked through my telephoto lens and was surprised to see a man disrobing.
Thinking this could be interesting I started taking shots.  He stripped
down to a white leotard.  I noticed it was riding up in his cheeks.  He had
a nice ass.  When he turned toward me I froze, but I was quiet and a bit
away form him so he didn't see me.  Now I could see the front of him.  He
was well proportioned and I noticed his balls were exposed but his penis
appeared to be tied down between his legs with a boot lace or twine.  I
kept snapping and couldn't believe it when he picked up a branch from the
ground and lying down on his back proceeded to spank his exposed testicles.
I was getting some great footage.  It made me start thinking how long it
had been since I had someone to spank.  I could use a bitch like this I
said to myself.  Soon the man got on all fours and started pissing just
like a bitch would.  When he was done the man started dressing and I
quietly headed for my golf cart.  I wanted to meet this cunt.  I drove
quickly to the 14th tee box.  I sat there drinking a beer and waiting for
the man to play 13 and walk over to where I was.  The 14th tee was very
secluded on a little rise and you cannot be seen unless you are at the
edge. The bitch cam up to the tee and said hi.  "Hello how are you?" I said

   "I'm ok I guess" he replied.  "But my game could be better."

   He appeared to be in his 50's.  Not quite as old as me but a little
older than most bitches I've trained.

   "Maybe I could help," I replied.  "I have had success with many
athletes. I'm what you might call a psycho physical trainer."

   "Wow that would be great if you could help." "My name is Chris" he said.

   "OK Chrissie.  You may call me MR Green or Sir." "Is that ok?"

   "Yes Sir." I blushed a little when he called me Chrissie.  I secretly
had been wanting someone to call me that.

   "Take your 5 iron Chrissie and hit some balls toward the green."

   "Yes Sir" I took out some balls and made a few practice swings.  Then I
setup and hit the 1st ball.  It sliced well off to the right.  My next one
went left, and I sculled the 3rd.  I cursed under my breath.

   "OK that's enough Chrissie.  You need some body adjustments." "Now
sometimes my methods may not seem to make sense, but believe me I have
great results with others I have worked with.  You want to be the best you
can be, don't you Chrissie?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "All right.  I need you to trust me.  Can you do that?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "Good." "Now Chrissie I want you to put your clubs away for today."

   I did as Mr.  Green asked.

   "Now Chrissie, I need you to really relax and not ask any questions." I
took 2 golf balls from my used ball pocket.  They were scuffed and kind of
dirty.  "Chrissie please put this golf ball in your mouth." He took the
ball and put it into his mouth.  "Now push that ball to one side and let's
see if you can fit another ball in there." He opened his mouth and stuffed
the other ball in.  His cheeks were swelling out.  "Try not to scratch the
balls with your teeth Chrissie.  Just relax and let them be there in your
mouth." "Shut your eyes and just feel at peace." "I am going to lead you
through some guided imagery, so use your imagination and let your body
deeply relax."

   "Now Chrissie, stand straight but not rigid.  Clasp your hands in front
of you and bow your head slightly so you would be looking at the floor. 
Breathe and relax.  Imagine that you have just served dinner and are
waiting patiently off to the side.  Feel how natural it is to just breathe
and relax." "Very good Chrissie."

   The balls in my mouth kept me quiet and hearing the soothing voice of
Mr. Green, my body did relax.  I felt relaxed and yet tingly at the same
time.  It was almost as if Mr.  Green could read my inner thoughts.  He
told me I was doing good and patted my head.

   "Now Chrissie, I want you to get on your knees.  Keep your back
straight, feet behind you, ankles and knees touching.  Your hands are still
clasped in front of you and your head is still bowed.  Breathe and relax.
You feel very good in this position.  This might be your position when
waiting to receive orders or instructions." "You feel relaxed and alert."
"I like to document my work with photos.  Photos are a great tool to learn
from.  So I am going to take some pictures, if that is ok with you."

   I nodded.

   "Chrissie you told me that you trusted me.  The greatest benefit derives
from the subject having as little on as possible.  Will you please remove
your shoes, pants and shirt?  There is no one that can see and believe me I
have seen it all."

   I felt so relaxed that I simply sat back, took off my shoes and socks,
slid off my pants and shirt, and got back on my knees.  I felt strange in
my leotard and tied penis but I trusted Mr.  Green, and I wanted to learn
as much as I could.  I knew people could have major breakthroughs using odd
techniques.

   "Very Good Chrissie" "You take care of yourself." This was going better
than hoped for.  I had a bitch with a tied up penis, piss soaked leotard
and my 2 dirty balls in its mouth.

   "Now get down on all fours Chrissie." "Spread your knees and arms so
that you have good support.  Your head is upright and looking straight
ahead." "I am going to touch you and make little adjustments."

   He knelt beside me and cupping my balls, he lifted me slightly and
positioned me as he wanted.

   "There, that's better.  Remember this feeling.  You might be in this
position when you enter or leave a room after receiving your orders. 
Imagine you are a dog, but you are proud.  You are a proud dog wanting to
please your master."

   I could feel my little penis leaking and was glad I was on all fours so
that Mr.  Green wouldn't notice.  I felt him put a piece of cord around my
neck.  He stood next to my left side.

   "Let's walk now Chrissie."

   He tugged on the cord and started to walk around the tee box.  I crawled
at his heel with the best posture I could muster, keeping my head up, proud
to be performing well.  He kept walking around, changing directions,
stopping.  Then he took off the cord.

   "Stay Chrissie."

   I kept still.  Mr.  Green walked around me taking pictures, and telling
me how good I was.

   Chrissie was doing fine.  I wanted to push just a little further.  "Now
Chrissie put your head on the ground on your hands.  Keep your ass up and
spread your legs a little further apart." "Good" "You would probably adapt
this posture if you were greeting your owner by kissing his feet.  Or if
you had just brought your owner a cane and were awaiting punishment.  Or if
you were about to be mounted for sex."

   I felt another drop form in my crotch and was wondering if Mr.  Green
had seen it.

   "Good Dog" "Now Chrissie, do you know how a dog shows submission to
another?"

   I rolled onto my back and kept my hands at my sides and let my legs
spread open.  I knew he saw my wetness now but he made no comment.

   "Yes you do know.  Good job Chrissie.  We have made a lot of progress
today."

   He stood between my legs and looked down at me while he spoke.

   "I would like to continue working together.  If that is what you want as
well, then put on your shoes, put your shirt and pants in your golf bag,
and follow me."

   I quickly stuffed my shirt and pants into my golf bag, put on my shoes
and crawled over to his cart.

   "I have a house nearby.  You will have to jog behind me."

   He started the cart and I had to run with my golf bag to keep up.  He
turned onto a gravel path behind the 15th green and wound through a small
wooded area to a hedge with a gate.  He handed me the key and after I
opened the gate he drove through.  I shut the gate and hurried behind him
up to his garage.  Saliva was drooling down my mouth, as I still had the 2
golf balls in my mouth.

   I had Chrissie open the door for my golf cart and drove it inside.  I
sat on the seat and turned to Chrissie.  "Chrissie, for us to work together
as I have said, it is important that you trust me.  You have shown me trust
today and I feel we can really make a lot of progress.  By the way, you
should be back on your knees now." "Good Chrissie."

   "Chrissie, please remove my golf shoes."

   I knelt in front of him and removed his shoes.  He then led me to a
bench where there was a shoe shining kit.

   "I like my shoes to be kept clean." He said.  This is where the cleaning
supplies are for anything that needs cleaning.  You will also notice the
vacuum sitting there, with bucket and scrub brush.  It should only take
about 5 minutes to clean up these shoes.  I will be right back."

   I cleaned his shoes and put away the kit.  The shoes had a nice shine to
them.  He soon came back in.  I was waiting on hands and knees.  He
inspected my work.

   "Good Chrissie" he said.  "Now let's get those balls out of your mouth."


   I slowly pushed the balls out of my mouth glad for the relief.  My jaws
ached.

   "Let's go into the house," said Mr.  Green.

   I crawled into his house behind him.  He went to a table in the kitchen
and pulled out a chair.  He sat down in front of me.

   "How are you feeling about our work today, Chrissie?  He asked.

   "Well Sir", "I feel excited.  Like something new and wonderful is about
to happen, but I'm not sure what."

   "Good Chrissie," "The work I do is very transformative.  People often
get results that are different from what they had intended but they tend to
have a life changing effect.  I've never had a dissatisfied client." "I
also sense wonderful things ahead for you."

   To myself I just pictured him eating from a dog bowl and being my total
bitch.

   "So, we are agreed.  You will become my client."

   "Yes Sir,"

   "OK.  First of all, do you have the time to devout to this?  I generally
work days on end, and we can't have outside influences interrupting this
transformative work.

   "Yes Sir, I don't work.  I have a steady modest income that enables me
to do what I want with my time."

   "Good." "Now I require a retainer of $5000 for a month's work." This is
non- refundable, meaning if you decide the work is too hard after a week, I
retain the $5000.  "Is this acceptable?"

   "Yes Sir."

   "Good, Then you may go home now.  Return tomorrow at noon with a money
order." "Dress as you are now wearing a leotard and your genitals tied up."
"OK"

   "Yes Sir"

   "Good, this is exciting."

   I felt excited also.  I didn't know how this would help my golf game but
I knew something good would come from it.  I went home and put my house in
order.  The next morning I went to the bank for a money order.  I put on a
clean leotard and tied up my genitals.  Then I took a bus close to Mr. 
Green's house.  I walked the reaming ½ mile or so and arrived at his house
close to noon.  I was unsure whether to go the front door or not when I saw
Mr.  Green at the side of the house.  He called out to me.

   "Chrissie!  Over here." I went over to where he was standing. 
"Chrissie, I want you to enter around back through the garage."

   "Yes Sir" I replied.  I followed him to the back of the house and into
the garage.

   "Strip down to your leotard Chrissie.  And get down on all fours."

   "Yes Sir" I replied.  I quickly got out of my pants and shoes and shirt
and got on all fours.  I tried to remember the correct position.

   "Very Good Chrissie." "Now remember I said that the training could be
rigorous.  Also the training can bring up buried feelings and might have
different results than anyone expected.  Are you sure you are ready for
this?"

   "Oh Yes Sir." "I am ready to be trained by you." "Thank you for taking
your time to train me Sir."

   "Well said Chrissie." "Now I want to just go back over some postures
that I think will benefit you." "First of all, put these golf balls in your
mouth again." I did as he asked.  "I think this gives you greater
concentration." "Now get in your good posture.  I want to make one little
adjustment." I knelt down and tugged its leotard up into the crack of its
ass.  This made its little balls pop out on either side.  "That's much
better.  Your balls wanted to be out on display like that." "Feels better,
right?" It nodded.  "When I am in front of you or you come to me, what
position should you assume?" He stood in front of me and I put my head down
on the floor near his feet.

   "Good Girl Chrissie." "Now assume your submissive posture."

   I rolled onto my back with my legs spread open.  I could feel my penis
leaking precum.

   "Good Chrissie" he said.  "Let's take a tour." I led my new bitch
through the house.  It followed at heel and kept a good posture.  I showed
it where the cleaning supplies were kept and told it how I wanted the house
kept.  "This is all part of your training." I took it into the yard and
showed it where to pee.  "You may pee right through your leotard." I
explained that the first part of its training would be taking care of my
house and cooking, refining its postures.  "Do you remember what posture to
assume after serving my dinner?" It nodded its head.  "Good Girl" "Now
let's test your stamina." "Put your head down and get ready for a caning."
I was going to test this bitch but good.  I started out with light stinging
whip strokes just to redden its ass.  "Just breathe Chrissie.  Relax into
the strokes." I started putting a little more zing into the strokes.  Red
welts started to appear.  "Your ass is looking very pretty now Chrissie." I
bent down to stroke its head and tell it how good it was doing.  "Some nice
welts are starting to appear.  Are you ready for some more?" It nodded and
this time I began in earnest.  I bore down and made the cane cut deep into
its flesh.  It moaned but couldn't scream out because of the golf balls in
its mouth.  I kept going until blood started running down its thighs.  I
bent down and told it how good it was.  It put its head on my shoes and was
crying.  I stroked it and calmed it down.  "That was excellent Chrissie."
"Did you enjoy it?" it nodded its head and looked up at me expectantly. 
"You may take the balls out of your mouth" I said.  It took out the balls
covered in slobber.  "Do you have anything you want to say?

   "Thank you for caning me Sir.  It felt really good."

   "Good" "Now I need you to clean the house." "You may start by changing
my bed linens and starting a load of laundry."

   "Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir." I went to his bedroom and stripped off the
sheets and remade it with fresh linen.  I carried the dirty sheets to the
laundry room and sorted the laundry, then started a load.  Once that was
going I went and got the vacuum.  My ass was really smarting.  I didn't
know how this was going to help my golf game, but I was loving everything
so far.

   So far, so good.  I sat on the deck to read and have a beer while my new
little bitch cleaned the house.  I would have it begging me beatings.  It's
going to feel great fucking that welted ass later.  I put my book down and
took a little nap.  When I awoke I went to check on Chrissie.  I found it
on hands and knees cleaning my toilet.  "How are you doing Chrissie?"

   "Very well thank you Sir."

   "I am glad to see you know how to scrub a toilet."

   "Yes Sir.  Thank you for the privilege of cleaning it."

   "When you are done here, you may start preparing dinner." "There is a
chicken breast with rice and broccoli in the fridge.  I will have that."

   "Yes Sir.  I am almost done here."

   The bitch could cook and that was a relief.  She also kneeled down with
bowed head while I ate.  It's nice to have a good dog that listens to
orders.  When I was done with my meal, I told Chrissie he could put my
scraps in the dog bowl that I had put on the kitchen floor.  "You can add 1
scoop of kibble from the bag under the sink." I watched as he put his own
dinner together.  I was getting a big boner watching him eat off the floor.
Not because he was eating, but because he was doing everything I told it to
do.  My ass was welted and I was hungry.  I was grateful when Mr.  Green
told me I could eat.  Now here I was lapping up dog food out of a bowl on
the floor.  It didn't taste too bad and I ate every bite.  I noticed that
he was watching me.  "Thank you for dinner Sir." I said.  "Clean up the
kitchen and then come find me in the den." I arose and went out of the
room. I needed to have my cock sucked and I knew just who to call.  I
changed into a robe and went to the den.  I sat back in the recliner and
waited.  I didn't have long to wait.  Chrissie crawled over to my chair and
waited for my next command.  "You did well having my golf balls in your
mouth Chrissie.  I opened my robe.  These balls need to be treated a little
more carefully.  So be careful!" The bitch opened its mouth and slowly let
my balls drop in.

   OMG I thought.  I was hoping I would get to suck on something tonight.
My little penis throbbed in my leotard.  I felt Mr.  Greens foot pressing
my balls.  He found them with his toes and started pressing them into the
floor.  I moaned and tried to keep my teeth from grazing his balls.  My
jaws were getting sore.

   "Chrissie, let my balls out of your mouth now." He opened his mouth wide
and my balls slipped out.  It waited at attention as I readjusted my robe.
"Chrissie, I am really pleased by your progress.  I feel we are really
getting down to your essence.  As I said we will get to your true nature. I
think we both know where this training is taking us, but it is important
for you to take an active part in your evolution.  In other words you need
to ask for what you need.  I believe we have established a space where you
can be comfortable to discuss the things on your mind and the things we
need to do to make you happy.  Am I correct?"

   "Oh Yes Sir.  You are correct.  I am a little overwhelmed.  You seem to
have tapped into something very deep in me.  I feel a little apprehensive
because no one has made me feel this way before, but at the same time it
feels totally natural to me."

   "Say more about this topic Chrissie.  Tell me how you see things
progressing." "Yes Sir.  I really feel comfortable being treated as a
servant.  I realize that that is what I was meant to be.  Having your balls
in my mouth.  Making dinner for you.  Eating off the floor.  All these
things seem natural.  I hope It can go on forever."

   "Well Chrissie, I believe it can go on.  Of course it's all up to you. I
would love to have you as my personal slave.  It will be hard on you,
physically, mentally and emotionally.  You really have to want it and you
have to ask for it.  There are many things I would like to see happen, but
it has to come from you.  This is a big commitment.  We will talk about
things and set dates for these things to be in place." Are you ready for
this?"

   "Yes Sir.  I am so ready."

   "Good.  Chrissie, I have always wanted to have a slave crawl to me and
open its mouth for me to urinate in.  I would expect it to swallow it all
down.  Are you still ready?"

   "Oh Sir.  Thank you Sir.  I believe it is an honor for a slave to drink
its master's pee.  It would probably take some training to become
proficient, but I have been thinking about it for a long time." Master got
up and motioned for me to follow him.  He led me into the yard and opened
his robe.  When I tried to take his penis in my mouth he slapped me hard. I
realized my mistake.  "Master may I please drink your pee.  I really want
to learn not to spill a drop.  I will do anything for the privilege of
being your toilet."

   "Yes; you may Chrissie.  Open your mouth." "You will need to relax.  It
will be a lot like chugging a beer." "Are you ready?"

   "Yes Sir" "Your toilet is ready." He put the head of his cock in my open
mouth and started spraying warm urine immediately.  I gulped and gulped as
fast as I could.  I only missed a few drops.

   "Not bad Chrissie.  I think you'll make a fine toilet."

   "Thank you Sir.  You are delicious." We went back into the house. 
Master went to the kitchen and handed me a rubber spatula.

   "What could this be used for Chrissie?"

   I held it by the handle.  "Sir it could be used to smack my balls." Hmm
was all he said.  He sat and looked at me.  "Sir may I please spank my
balls with this spatula?"

   "Yes you may." "Shall we say 15 minutes of ball spanking?"

   "Yes Sir.  I would love to spank my balls for 15 minutes if it pleases
you."

   "You may begin." I lay down on my back and brought my knees up and
apart. I smacked my balls a couple of times.  Master came over, knelt down
and slapped my face hard.  "Chrissie, don't wasted my time.  You said you
wanted to spank your balls for me, so you damn well better spank your
balls. If you aren't swollen red and crying at the end of 15 minutes you
might as well go home."

   "Yes sir." I really spanked hard.  It fucking hurt and I started
moaning. The tears started flowing and I kept on hitting them harder and
harder.  I hoped 15 minutes would end soon.  Master encouraged me by
telling me what a good cunt I was and that cunts didn't need balls did
they? I started chanting while I was spanking; "Cunts don't need balls."
Finally the 15 minutes were up.  I got back on all fours and said," Thank
you Sir for letting this cunt spank its useless balls."

   "You are welcome cunt." Now get some sleep.  I'll call if I need you."

   I curled up on the kitchen floor and tried to sleep.  I must have dozed
off for a while.  I gradually became aware of a whistle.  I quickly got on
all fours and started to crawl quickly to Sir's bedroom.

   "Get in here cunt." "What took you so long?"

   "Sorry Sir." "How may I serve you?" Master pointed to his cock pointing
out from under the covers.  I quickly crawled to him and sucked him into my
mouth.  I felt him stiffen.

   "Get it good and lubed pussy boy." He said.

   I knew then that I was going to have my back passage filled with some
delicious meat.  My little cock leaked a few drops at the thought.  Master
grabbed my collar and pulled me up on the bed.  He pushed my head down and
keeling behind me he spit on my anus and put the head of his cock up to it.

   "Breathe Bitch" he said.

   I inhaled and at the same time Master shoved himself inside of me It
hurt like a motherfucker and I cried out in pain.  Master pulled out of me
and grabbed a bamboo switch from his head board.  He proceeded to thrash me
as hard as he could.

   Bitch really needed training.  I caned it's ass, and it's thighs until
welts opened up and blood ran from the cuts.  Then I pushed him on his back
and went to work on it's tiny cock and ball sac.  I sat on it's face.  It
was sobbing into my ass.  When I felt it's tongue probing my asshole I felt
maybe it had learned a lesson and was ready to begin again.  I climbed off
of it's face.  "Do you have anything to say cunt?"

   "Yes Sir." "Thank you for teaching me so well Sir." "Will you please
fuck me now Sir?" "I promise not to cry out."

   "On your knees then cunt." It got on it's knees and opened it's ass
cheeks for me.  I smiled to myself as my cock slid into it's little dark
hole.  "You better not come Bitch."

   "Yes Sir." I tried to think other thoughts while I was getting my pussy
plowed.  I didn't come but my cock was leaking like a faucet.  After about
15 minutes Master gave me a series of hard thrusts and I felt him spurt
inside me.  He then withdrew and pushed me off the bed holding onto my
collar and pulling my face onto his cock.  I took him into my mouth.  Here
I was sucking on a cock that had just been in my ass.  I was in heaven.

   "Just hold it in your mouth.  Let it get soft and then nurse on it."
Master said.

   I held him in my mouth and just relaxed.  He gradually softened and I
began to suckle lightly on his penis.  He let himself relax and his urine
trickled slowly into my mouth.  He tasted delicious and I wanted more.  He
abruptly pulled out and slapped my face hard.

   " I said nurse gently, you greedy pig."

   "Yes Sir." "Sorry Sir." I took him back in my mouth, and suckled gently.
He rewarded me with another trickle.  He had great control as he would
spurt a little at a time and then rest.  I rested contentedly nursing
gently and drinking every drop.  It must have been at least 20 minutes
before he pushed me away.  I crawled back to the kitchen and dozed until
morning, hoping that I would stay with Mr.  Green for a long time.