Puppy was fleshier than sparrow and she obviously wasn't as active. Her breasts looked to be around a C cup. Her hips a bit broader than I prefer, but not bad. Since I hadn't done it earlier I now took the time to get a better feel for her. "Puppy, stand up straight." She complied and I walked around her slowly. I took my time and I'm sure it made nervous, I could see muscle groups tense and flex as she tried to keep track of where I was, what I might do, or touch. I was once again caught by the differences between slutpuppy and sparrow. Puppy was so obvious in her nervousness while sparrow, in the same situation just hours earlier had been as calm as if she had been alone. When I had my look I returned to face her. "Puppy, kneel." She was willing and didn't hesitate, but I could see that it took effort for her to make her limbs move. It was awkward to watch and probably felt awkward to do, but she did. "Thank you puppy." The widening of her eyes told me she was surprised by my comment. I placed one finger under her chin and used it to guide her head, turning it to one side, then the other. She was tense, but followed my lead with only slight pressure. "How many lovers have you had, puppy?" "Three, sir." "Any of them male?" "No, sir." "What contact have you had with a male before Jimmy found you?" "Kissing, petting and once a blow job when I was still in High School." "Nothing since then?" "I..." I leaned down so my lips were almost touching her ear. "Puppy, I see the fear in you. No matter what he did to you it won't happen here." I could see her trembling, her jaw working, could smell the sudden aroma of fear. "He raped me..." Her voice was so soft I knew even sparrow couldn't hear just six feet away. "Well then puppy, it seems you and I have more to do than I thought." "Sir?" "Puppy, no one can free you from your fear but you. I can help you, but you have to do it." "I don't know if I can." "Fear is a prison, puppy, and it's walls grow thicker and higher with time." I felt her head rise at that, her lips touched my ear, "how...?" "How to start? You just did." "Ahhh..." Out of the corner of my eye I could see it as she relaxed, the tension in her easing. "Now, about tonight..." Her breath caught, "you must choose. There are always options puppy, always, and no amount of force will ever change that." I felt her head nod. "So, do we continue this tonight?" "Yes, sir." "Then you must choose two words. The first is a warning to me that you're not sure you can keep going, but that you'll try. The second will tell me you cannot keep going, that what is happening is more than you can bear. Understand?" "Yes." "Good, I'll ask for the words in a bit." I stood and started to clean up the cut rope from the earlier session with sparrow. She saw me and started to rise but I indicated that I wanted her to stay where she was. There wasn't much to clean up and I knew what needed to be where and having to instruct sparrow would have been an interruption I didn't want while I let slutpuppy some relative peace to choose her words. While I was working I started gathering fresh rope and a few other items I thought might come in handy. I was standing by the door as it slid open. Jimmy and the boys filed in from the hall, Jimmy with a big smirk on his face. When I looked at what was in his hands it became quite obvious why. I have quite a collection of "toys," most of them fairly generic, but some, well... not for the faint of heart. Jimmy had one of "those" ones, one any rancher would recognize, or livestock farmer, a cattle prod. Jimmy doesn't have one, he knows he has issues with it and can get out of control, but I was sure he thought that he'd have a chance to play with it in this case. Of course he was forgetting one small detail. The other toys he brought weren't as daunting, although the single tail did look impressive, but the paddle he'd brought definitely didn't look threatening. But Jimmy had a much better perspective then most where it was concerned. It was one I had made while he was in my care and he knew it well. I picked up a silk cloth and laid it within easy reach of where I was setting up, then motioned for Jimmy to bring his choices over. I stood as he came over, keeping what I had in my right hand out of his sight. Jimmy is a creature of habit, in truth we all are, but I knew his habits. I watched as he kneeled and almost lovingly laid the prod, whip and paddle on the amber silk. There was a grace in his simple movements, efficient, without haste, even with the anticipation I knew he was holding back. He was also conforming to ritual I had honed in him years before, so when his hands moved behind his back so he could touch his brow to the silk, I had his hands bound before he could react. A stifled groan escaped his lips, but he didn't struggle. He knew better. I bent to his ear. "You forgot, didn't you?" He was silent. I knew he would be. The cadence of our mutual past hammered in his chest and I could feel it's beat against my skin where we touched. I reached and cupped his chin and lifted him to his feet. I still don't exactly know how I do this, it's not as if I actually lift him, but Jimmy follows the movement of my hand like no one ever has and it is as if he becomes a puppet in these moments. I've watched videos I've made if this and to this day can't tell if it's me leading him, or me following. But the effect on those who watch is almost always the same. In the corner of my eye I could see the boys' jaws go slack as the Man they feared and obeyed became one with Me. I didn't spare a glance at either sparrow or slutpuppy though. With my other hand I slipped the live end of the rope I'd bound Jimmy with through a ring I'd dropped from the ceiling and let the end coil on top of his head. For Jimmy, this was as good as binding him hand, foot, legs and shoulders, he would not move again until I lifted the rope from his head. I took a moment then and looked to see how sparrow, and especially slutpuppy were reacting to what had happened. Puppy's eyes were wide, her face slack and her hands clasped around her waist. Sparrow though... Sparrow's gaze was rapt, her whole body leaning towards Jimmy and I. There was a fire in her eyes that I hadn't seen before, ever. A desire so intense I swear I could feel it. I met her eyes and felt her gaze quaver and let her see that there was no anger in me. Her gaze softened and I dropped my eyes as a signal for her to lower her gaze and was pleasantly surprised when she complied. I turned back to the boys to see each of them with varying looks of wonder and fear written on their faces. Not surprising I guess, but not what I wanted. "Boys, each of you choose a rope." and I pointed to the tansu. It took only moments before each of them had made their choice. "Now, each of you stand at one of the four beams." There were four vertical supports in the room, they weren't structural but were more than strong enough for what I had in mind. There was a bit of confusion as the boys figured out which would stand where but it was soon sorted out. I then went to each and took a silk cloth from my pocket, folded it and blindfolded each boy. "Boys, when I am ready I will remove the blindfolds so you'll be able to witness what happens here tonight, but you must be silent. You may not speak until I give you permission." With that said I went from one to another, taking the rope each had chosen and bound them to the beam they stood before. As I bound each of the boys I could see puppy relax more and more and soon I was the only male in the room unbound. When I was done with the boys I returned to puppy and knelt in front of her, took her hands in mine and brought my lips to her ear once more. "What are your words, puppy?" "Mozart, sir." "That's your first word?" "Yes, Sir." "And the second?" "Tchaikovsky." I couldn't help but smile. "Of course." I took her hands and lifted her to her feet then led her to the center, just in front of Jimmy. "Kneel, puppy." My command was soft, not used with force, but a command none the less and she knelt, this time without the awkwardness. She wasn't quite where I wished and with a few instructions was kneeling just within her reach of Jimmy, centered in front of him, both hands resting on his hips. For his part, Jimmy was perfect, he never moved. "Puppy, there are three types of submission in life, did you know that?" "No, Sir." "The truth is we all submit to something puppy, every one of us, even me. And most of us never even know we have. The form most of us think of when we think about submission is the one that uses compulsion. Anyone with the physical power to do so can use compulsion to force another person to bend to his will, but it's a submission in action only, not necessarily in belief. I can force you to comply to my will whether you are willing or not. For most of us when we think of this type of submission we think of things like rape and slavery. But this also includes things we don't think of, like the force we use on children, we compel them to do and act in ways we deem acceptable time and time again as they grow in order to mold them into the people we wish them to be. As infants this is easy, but as they grow their own will begins fights us and the battles over who they are can get... interesting. And that, puppy, is why compulsion alone is almost never be enough to break the will of someone. It is true that with enough force, with enough time, a person can be broken, but the consequence of doing so brings a price and usually that price is leaving only a shell of the person behind. Most of the time the one compelled submits in action while fighting in sprit, looking for any, and every, way to thwart the compulsion." Puppy's eyes were bright with unshed tears, her face lit with hope. "Are you broken, puppy?" With a smile on her lips she answered, "No." "I didn't think so." I reached around her and undid Jimmy's belt and pants then shifted her hands one at a time so they would fall. Jimmy still had his boxers so he wasn't "exposed" quite yet but he wasn't exactly "decent" either. "Another side of the compulsion issue is also pervasive in our lives and that is the role of society. Every society has it's rules, many of them written, but just as many unwritten. They include our laws and religion as well as the general sense of morality and ethics we deem acceptable. The more homogenous a society the more strict those things will be and the less accepting of change it will be. What you'll find is that there is a very small minority that will end up being the arbiriters of all things Moral and Good and any who dare refute this will be dealt with, sometimes with shunning, expulsion, and sometimes with actual violence or even death. The very act of questioning can even be criminalized." Kneeling behind puppy I slipped her fingers under the waistband of Jimmy's boxers and taking her wrists started pulling them down. "So, puppy, in many ways, none of us are free from some form of compulsion, it's built into the very fabric of our existence. The question then is do we submit willingly, or try to find ways to subvert the compulsions and find our own paths." As Jimmy's coarse pubic hair was revealed I could feel puppy tense a little but she allowed me to continue to guide her hands down. "Now puppy, do you wish to follow your own path, or the one society has chosen for you?" "My own, Sir." "Your own, but you've said you wish to submit to me, correct?" "Yes, Sir." "How can you do both, puppy?" "I don't know..." "But you still want to try?" "Yes..." Jimmy's cock came free as she said this and I finished guiding her hands down until his boxers were also bunched at his feet. His cock was good sized, about eight inches long even now when he was only half hard. Jimmy had been un-cut when he and I first met but later he had decided to get circumsized, he had had a condition where his foreskin had been so tight that it had prevented the head of his cock emerging which had made sex sometimes painful and at best had been unstimulating. He'd told me several times that life was much better now. I had never had that problem but would probably have made a similar choice in the same circumstances. "Take his pants and underwear off him puppy, it's time for you to learn about cocks." She complied and Jimmy was quite passive as she lifted each leg to accomplish the task. When she finished I stood behind her so I could better direct the next lesson. "Puppy, do you know how a cock is made?" "No, Sir." "Did you know it's mostly muscle?" "No." "It is, but it's not like most muscles in the body. It's also much like a sponge, able to absorb liquid, that's how it gets hard, by absorbing blood, growing in size as it does. How large depends on both genetics and how excited a man is, there are physical limits for each man but you'd be surprised how often it's the level of excitement that is the defining criteria. Can you guess why, puppy?" "No, Sir." "Be cause a cock is made of muscle, puppy. If a man is tense, or afraid, uncertain or even sad or depressed, the muscles is his cock can constrict, preventing blood from entering, keeping him soft or only half hard. A man's mental state has more to do with his ability to perform than even he will admit at times. It's also something he can't control in some situations, like if he's cold, his body will try to conserve heat by shrinking his cock to force blood back into the body." "I understand, Sir." "Now, puppy, find out what makes Jimmy hard."