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When did the first, unfortunate fork in the timeline take place? Each
attempt to divert the timeline back onto its true, fateful path has
resulted in failure. Time is growing short, and an altered fate nearer.
Each manipulation has resulted in this fate's end time grower slightly
nearer or farther, but no significant change has occurred.
Given that recursion is the problem, perhaps it is also the solution.
Perhaps.
The two share a weakness -- each knows on some level what needs to be
done, but both are unwilling, using their very circumstances as the
excuse, despite the circumstances being both the causal agent and the
effect.
John has been provided with a Training Mistress to prepare him for his
inevitable servitude to Goddess. However he may have refused in the past
to assume his role as slave, he now has no choice. The training has been
severe. The training has been rigorous. The training has been thorough.
The use of the binaural tones has proven most effective and foolproof.
Once the initial hurdle of brainwave pattern synching was surmounted,
further entrainment and imprinting can be easily facilitated from within
the current framework.
True progress should eventually follow -- if and when the two genuinely
and enthusiastically embrace their roles. Until then, recursion dictates
structure. Having a reward associated with "going through the motions"
will eventually result in the motions themselves becoming the reward. So
begins the next phase.
It is late morning. John is reclining on his bed, reading. Out of the
aether comes the distinct and undeniable smell of patchouli oil. John
knows this is the precursor to Training Mistress' arrival. He rushes to
prepare himself, having learned long ago that failure to do so will result
in dire consequences.
John quickly strips naked and dons his primary slave attire -- pink
panties, thigh-high stockings sporting lacy bows, and high heels. He
kneels on the floor, ankles crossed, hands behind his back and his
forehead touching the floor. And waits.
The wait is not a long one.
The voice comes from behind him. "Rise, slave, and turn around."
Training Mistress is seated in an arm chair. She has the ability to come
and go as she pleases. The usual barriers offered by the physical world -
- by our waking reality -- are of no concern to her. There is no respite,
no escape from her training.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Walk to me and present yourself."
"Yes, Mistress."
John walks towards Training Mistress -- walks, that is, in the specified
manner.
"I see you are walking heel to toe as you were taught," Training Mistress
chuckles. "Don't expect an award, though, as you are not overly
graceful."
John arrives before Training Mistress and curtsies before assuming a
kneeling position as before, except his head is not on the floor, his eyes
merely directed downward.
"Slave, at attention!" Training Mistress barks. John immediately jumps
up. "Walk away from me and then return. I had better see that pathetic
ass of yours shimmying as you were taught!"
John turns and walks away from Training Mistress, walking heel to toe
swaying his backside back and forth in a sultry motion.
"Not bad!" Training Mistress laughs. "Perhaps one day Goddess will pound
that pathetic, non-existent ass of yours!"
John walks to the end of the room, curtsies, and then returns to kneel in
front of Training Mistress. He was quick to check and straighten his
stockings and panties before doing so. Actions such as this have become
almost involuntary at this stage of his training.
"Okay, my little bitch," says Training Mistress. "I am here on official
business. Fetch your phone, the photo of perfection, your mp3 player, and
lie on the bed -- face down. Now!" The "photo of perfection" is a glossy
8x10" B&W photo of Amy's behind taken several years earlier. It serves as
a training aid.
John quickly scurries around the room in near panic, collecting the items,
nearly tripping because of his high heels. He places the mp3 player's ear
buds in his ears but does not turn on the player, and lays the photo and
phone next to himself on the bed.
"Place a pillow under yourself so your ass is raised," says Training
Mistress. John does as he is told. "Good, now place your face over
perfection." On cue, John places his mouth over the image of Amy's
behind.
"It has come to my attention that Goddess telephoned you several days ago,
and that you failed to return her call," says Training Mistress. "Is this
correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I see," says Training Mistress. "Well, now you must pay the piper.
After each lick of my switch, you will count, thank me, say your mantra
while kissing perfection, and then beg for more. I know it is a lot for
your feeble mind to remember, but do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress, for redressing my transgression."
"If there are any mutterings, we will start from scratch," says Training
Mistress. "If you flinch we will start from scratch. If your performance
is not done with passion we will start from scratch. Pull your panties
down to mid thigh."
John complies.
"Let us begin," says Training Mistress.
The switch makes a whistling sound in the air. John was steeling himself
for the blow, but the sounds were apparently from practice strokes. Then
it comes.
WHACK! It feels like fire has erupted across the center of John's behind.
"One," he begins. "Thank you, Mistress." John then begins kissing
perfection while saying his mantra. "I am not worthy, Goddess, but I live
only to serve you and worship your glorious ass and shit." There is more
kissing of the photo, saliva mingling with tears. "Mistress, may I please
have another?"
The count goes on through 20. The last few strokes fall in the tender
area between the buttocks cheeks and the top of the thighs. Luckily for
John he dutifully accepted his punishment without incident and no repeat
strokes were necessary. His behind feels like it is on fire, but on some
level he feels a sense of satisfaction, almost professional pride, for
having accepted his punishment so dutifully. Yet another indication of
the depth of his training.
"Now, remain as you are but pick up your phone," says Training Mistress.
"Do you see the text message from yourself?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"The message contains a web link," explains Training Mistress. "The web
link will only be active for 24 hours. Immediately forward that web link
to Goddess. Now!"
"Mistress, may I speak?" asks John.
"You may," Training Mistress replies, "but I would be very careful if I
were you."
"Forgive me, Mistress," says John. "Goddess has a lot on her plate right
now. I don't know if she can handle this."
"Listen!" barks Training Mistress. "For the next ten days your insolence
has earned you an extra hour of sitting time in your devotional loads. Do
you understand!"
"Yes, Mistress," says John. "Thank you."
"I order you to send Goddess a friendly text now, but telephone her later
and explain about the link," says Training Mistress. "I am certain she
will want to see it. However, if you are not clever enough to accomplish
this simple task, there will be hell to pay."
John's devotional loads are a daily tribute to Amy. Each morning he gets
up bright and early, dons his tight-fitting shit panties, and fills them
with devotional loads. He then sits in the panties and repeats his mantra
to Goddess Amy for one hour. Training Mistress has now increased this
time to two hours for the following ten days.
"Did the text go through?" asks Training Mistress.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now comes the serious part," says Training Mistress. "Both you and
Goddess lack structure in your lives. I intend to remedy the situation.
Don't be afraid my little slut, it is nothing to worry about."
John gulps silently.
"Your programming is to be updated," Training Mistress chuckles. "The two
of you need to be incentivized. Turn on your player, volume level 3."
The binaural tones begin to play in John's ears. The volume is at a level
that John can still hear Training Mistress' voice. The tones, themselves,
are such that whatever entrainment she delivers by virtue of them becomes
autonomic, involuntary, bypassing the usual decision making faculties of
the mind.
"Are you ready to accept instructions?" asks Training Mistress.
"Yes, Mistress."
"One," she begins. "You are allowed sexual release only under two
circumstances. Circumstance one occurs when you have completed one of
Goddess' pre-programmed tasks. Circumstance two occurs when you are
flexible enough to give yourself a blow job. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Prior to this session, John had been programmed to respond to verbal or
written cues made by Amy. These programmed responses were designed to be
particularly humiliating for John, and particularly amusing for Amy. Amy
was provided with a list of these cues and their meaning, however
reluctant she is to utilize them. Amy fears her own power, and these
programmed responses were designed to help her overcome her self-conscious
inhibitions and other socio-psychological blocks.
"Two," continues Training Mistress. "You will only become aroused when in
your slave attire. You will become uncontrollably aroused when your
panties are full, when there is a dildo or butt plug in your ass, and when
you suck yourself off. These circumstances will make you ache and burn
with sexual desire and with a need to serve Goddess. Those cues which
would normally arouse you will only make you burn for your new, updated
arousal triggers. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
John cannot believe what he is hearing. He has no choice but to go along
with it, but begins to seriously question if the programming could be that
insidious and effective as to make what he was hearing representative of
his new reality.
"Three," says Training Mistress. "Each weekday evening between 10:00 PM
and 11:00 PM will be your opportunity to rouse Goddess to exercise her
power. If you do not, you will find no release, as you are currently not
flexible enough to blow yourself! During this hour each day your sex
drive will be peaked to fever pitch. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Training Mistress has John repeat back the programming instructions and
then turn off the player. The instructions seem so ridiculous that John
is actually somewhat relieved. He is of the mindset that the instructions
were too complex, involving too much higher processing of situational
circumstances to disallow conscious intervention.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
John is feeling tired. The binaural tone sessions were always fatiguing.
Besides which, the discipline session had taken a lot out of him. He is
looking forward to Training Mistress' departure so that he can try to take
a nap.
"Okay, slut, time to test it out!" laughs Training Mistress. "Pull your
panties up and get up on all fours."
John obeys, as Training Mistress walks around the other side side of the
bed. She is holding in her hand a huge -- no, not huge -- absolutely
enormous dildo. It is jet black, made of a shiny material almost like
mahogany. Its tapered circumference is such that at its largest it almost
looks like a police night stick.
John's initial alarm quickly evaporates. He begins to burn with desire,
finds himself involuntarily relaxing his sphincter and twerking his
backside as his training kicks in. Training Mistress is grinning widely.
"Look at your cock," she says. "It's rock hard! Would you like to
release it from the tight panel of your panties?"
"Yes, please, Mistress!" gasps John. "It is throbbing."
"You may," says Training Mistress. "In fact, touch it as you please, but
keep your panties on."
"Thank you, Mistress!" yelps John.
John slides the panties to the side, allowing his penis to escape its
confines. His right hand wants to immediately pump it mercilessly...but
he cannot. As soon as he touches his penis, all he can do is pat it
gingerly and move his hand away.
Training Mistress laughs hysterically.
"Poor baby," says Training Mistress. "What are you going to do, huh baby?
Tell me -- what would you like me to do with this big, black dildo? You
may speak freely."
"Please, please," whimpers John. "Please stick it in my ass. Thank you,
Mistress."
"What is it, baby?" coos Training Mistress. "You have to be more clear.
I don't understand."
"Please, please, I beg you," says John more forcefully. "Please fuck me
in the ass with it! Please ram it inside my ass!! Please, Mistress."
"I see," says Training Mistress. "I'll do it, but it's so big it needs to
be lubricated. I think you should suck it first, okay?"
"Yes, please! Anything!" yelps John. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Be a good boy and beg to suck it," says Training Mistress. "And beg like
you mean it, or else I'm going to put it away."
"No, no, please," says John tearfully. "Please, Mistress, may I have the
honor and privilege of sucking your huge cock?"
"Goddess' huge cock, you mean," Training Mistress corrects him.
"Yes, yes," says John. "Goddess' huge cock, please let me suck it. I
want to make Goddess proud that I can take such a huge cock in my mouth
and up my ass! Please, Mistress!!"
"Now, that's more like it!" says Training Mistress. "Lubricate it well."
Training Mistress places the huge dildo in John's face. He dutifully
licks the shaft, sucks on it, even tries to deep throat as much of it as
he can. The more he works at it, the more aroused he becomes. Tears are
streaming down his face. Training Mistress finally pats him on his head.
"Good boy," she says. "Now you will get your just reward. Lower your
panties, but be sultry!"
Training Mistress walks behind John as he gingerly lowers his panties once
again to mid-thigh. She applies ample lubricant to his quivering anus and
gingerly presses the tapered tip up against it while applying gentle but
steady pressure. The lubricant contains a special ingredient which serves
to dilate John's anus as well. John's thighs are shaking as he slowly
backs into the dildo, his anus slowly yielding to its invasive presence.
There was now enough of it inside him that Training Mistress releases her
hold on the object.
John is instinctively pushing with his hips attempting to work it in and
out, trying to bear down on it in a series of thrusting, paroxysmic
movements. He soon realizes that he is pushing against nothing. He
begins to cry in frustration.
"Say the magic word," teases Training Mistress.
"Please, Mistress! Please!!" says John. "Please fuck me in the ass.
Please fuck me hard. Please ram Goddess' dildo deep inside of me!! Thank
you, Mistress."
John's mind is reeling. He feels such shame, such humiliation, but the
sensual stimulation is overwhelming. He would gladly have his family, his
colleagues, his friends witness this spectacle if only he can find
release. This realization increases his humiliation which further
intensifies the experience.
Training Mistress grabs hold of the dildo and works it deep inside of him.
John synchronizes his hip movements with her thrusts and is in a frenzy.
The thrusts continue but there is no relief. Training Mistress eventually
withdraws the dildo.
"Please, Mistress," John sobs. "Please."
"I already explained to you how things are to be," says Training Mistress.
"However, if you really try, perhaps I can have you experience something
which will prove to be an incentive."
"Please, Mistress, let me try," says John.
"Okay," says Training Mistress, "but I don't have all day. Go ahead."
John had always obeyed the programming, but he had never had a choice.
Now he was being asked to voluntarily humble himself. He could refuse.
He could simply accept the situation for what it was and hope for the
best. The choice was his for once. Unadulterated will to power and
intention are key to remedying the situation at hand. Free will. Perhaps
this is progress.
"Mistress, may I please kneel on the floor and make a huge load in my
panties for Goddess?" asks John sheepishly.
"Speak up," says Training Mistress. "I couldn't hear you."
John repeats his request, this time more forcefully.
"Oh, yes," says Training Mistress. "Do it properly."
John kneels on the floor, and gulps hard.
"Mistress, may I hold my waistband open so that you can watch my panties
fill?" asks John.
"Of course!" laughs Training Mistress. "You are such a thoughtful shit
slave."
John holds his panties open and they begin to fill...and fill, and fill.
"Your asshole is so stretched from Goddess' cock that your shit looks like
it's falling out!" quips Training Mistress. "Hmm, that is something to
consider," Training Mistress muses, almost talking to herself. "If this
doesn't work out as hoped, perhaps I will keep your asshole like that
permanently and not allow you to control your bowels at all!"
"Goddess please accept this devotional load," John continues. "I am not
worthy but will shit and sit for your amusement." As his panties continue
to fill he sobs tears of joy.
"Oh, my," says Training Mistress sarcastically, "not so arrogant now, are
you? A brighter future for this world begins one devotional load at a
time. Think back to all of those times you treated Goddess like shit.
Now look at you!"
The frenzy of sexual arousal continues, but there is no release. He now
shifts from kneeling to sitting and rocks back and forth. Still no
release. He does the only thing left to do. John releases his penis from
the confines of the panties and tries bending forward in a desperate
attempt to suck his own penis.
Training Mistress is laughing so hard she is in tears.
"I'll help you this one time," says Training Mistress, "but you must
promise to swallow every last drop."
"I promise, Mistress," gasps John.
Training Mistress reveals a cylindrical device similar in appearance to a
flashlight. It emits a weak red beam which she passes over John's body.
Seconds later he feels his muscles begin to loosen and stretch, and he
begins stretching forward. In fact, the less effort he exerts, the easier
his range of motion becomes.
"There is no need to rush," says Training Mistress. "First lick the
shaft."
John begins licking the shaft of his penis from the base to the head. He
keeps making long, deliberate strokes with his tongue, waiting for further
instruction.
"Now, place the head in your mouth."
John places his mouth over the head of his penis. He is still rocking
back and forth in his fully laden panties, and this serves to gently
thrust his penis in and out. John begins to moan deeply, though the sound
is muffled for obvious reasons.
"All the way, now," encourages Training Mistress. "Relax your throat, try
not to gag."
John gags, but manages to take its full length.
"I wish Goddess were here to see your adorable little tea bag!" chides
Training Mistress. "I suppose it's poetic justice for always demanding to
be 'serviced' in the past. No matter -- finish yourself off. While doing
so fantasize about worshiping Goddess' glorious ass!"
John begins to furiously suck his penis. (Thoughts enter his mind,
seemingly from elsewhere -- he is kneeling beneath Amy, his face deep
inside her ass -- he is kissing her cheeks -- licking and sucking at her
anus -- now sticking his tongue deep, deep inside -- he withdraws his
tongue and sees his reward emerging -- he cups his hands and catches her
glorious load.) His body begins to tremble and he explodes. True to his
word not only does he swallow every last drop, but licks the shaft clean
as well.
"Good boy," says Training Mistress. "Now you have a taste of sexual
release, no pun intended. Do what needs to be done, or you will live a
life of total frustration."
Training Mistress disappears, leaving John in a crumpled mass on the
floor. He is still quivering as his body straightens and his muscles
return to their normal state. Cleaning up takes him quite some time, as
it has been mandated by Training Mistress that all of his slave attire and
accoutrements be washed by hand.
John investigates the temporary web link and then waits a little while
before telephoning Amy. He diplomatically raises the issue, and Amy
wishes to see the link herself. The link leads to "TimeLine - chapter 1."
The two of them trade remarks and theories after reading the story, each
making hints to the other, all the while denying and attempting to ignore
the obvious elephant in the room. Niceties are exchanged, but has any
progress been made? Only time will tell.
Yet they persist. Amy toils unceasingly. Every day John meaninglessly
fills his panties. They have made their choices and must now live with
them.
Unless...
Dani
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