Training

by Sampson
 

So it's like this.  I'm a 22 year old female with a major in history in my third year.  My college budget is down to nill and I needed some money fast.  Very fast.  I was a history major and as crazy as this sounds I heard from a friend they were looking for a dominatrix for a couple of nights a week.  How could she have heard of anything like that I thought.  Know what, I didn't want to know!  No way I thought.  Why not fast food I thought.  That was just too wierd.  However, it was $100 - $200 an hour and I was in quite a bit of debt and my parents always believed that we make it on our own.

 I read some stuff about it and thought it was pretty creepy  but there was no sex involved and she assured me that the guys were pretty easy and cooperative and they would be begging me for mercy not me.  My friend was revealing a little too much about herself.  Maybe this is one friend I didn't need!  Then again, it's either this or leave college and besides if it ever bugged me I could think about my former boyfriend!

I met Sheila (We'll use that name) on a Thursday night.  Friday night was their busy night.  People were off for the week with paycheck in hand ready to spend it on this stuff.  On top of that, the stress of the week was crying out for release.  Most of the guys were older men but some were younger guys with a few extra dollars.  I was a bit worred about wearing handcuffs myself (e.g. getting arrested) but Sheila assured me the cops leave places like this alone.  The rule was as long as you don't do sex, they won't arrest you.  Man I hope she was right.  I would die going to jail and begging my parents for help (not in that order mind you)!

 My first training session involved going in there for intro.  Sorry readers, I wore no sexy stuff .  I just wore my casuals including jeans, my fav t-shirt and of course converse all stars, my favorite sneaker.   We met in the hallway.  She sized me up head to toe.  She was hardly the jeans and sneaker wearer with black leather wrapping her body from head to toe.  She had high heal boots on that would just kill me after wearing them for 5 minutes and some sort of cape on.  The whole place smelled musty and grimy but I could get used to that.  We talked for a minute mostly to alleviate my many fears of the whole thing and to remind me she was a pretty normal person.  Then she showed me the room.  There were apparently seven of them.  This one was empty.  I knew the others were active as I could hear the screams.  Yuck I thought.  It was very creepy.  We entered and it didn't get any better.  Chains and whips on the walls, a bed with straps in the middle of the room (it looked like a rack), another wooden frame shaped like an X against the wall.  Restraits of every kind were here.  Chains, handcuffs, leg irons, straight jackets, body straps, and some I didn't have names for.  You name it.  There was even a chair with what looked like electric wires attached to it.  I was very scared but she assured me this stuff would be my friend.  Frankly I didn't want it to be my second cousin twice removed but I would get through this (I think)

 She started by picking up some handcuffs and asked if I wanted her to put them on me.  I told her I am the user not the submissive.  She corrected me and reminded me I'm the Dom not the user.  Whatever, I thought, but as I learned later that mattered.  I touched the cold steel.  They weren't like the movies.  They had a hinge on them and they were awfully heavy.  "These are the real things" she said "and once they go on they don't come off without a key".  She had lots of keys on her.  I'd say about 50.   I learned quickly that there's a restrait for every type of session.  Hard ones like handcuffs are great for feeling completely helpless,  but she also told me they suck for struggling against and I best use straps for that (or a straightjacket).  She insisted I put them on her to get the feel of this.  She turned around and I grabbed her left wrist and started wrapping the cuff around her wrist.  "Too long she said" and quickly turned around and handcuffed me in two seconds before I even knew it.  "That's how quick it's got to be". Got it I thought.  I was handcuffed all right.  "Please take em off me".  I hated the feeling.  I couldn't move my wrists and the steel blades pressed against my skin.  How does anyone get off on this!  She removed them and I felt better but it wasn't over.  We practiced 8 more times until I got it right to her satifaction.  I confess by the 8th time I didn't even think about it.  It's just like putting on my clothes, you just do it and don't write a thesis about it.

  That's how it went for two hours.  I was strapping her into everything.  I was getting used to it and realized how valuable the training was.  I had to be quick in case a guy was putting up a fight.  The biggest challenge was the straightjacket.  There must have been 20 straps on it.  Tightening the last two and seeing her wrapped up was repulsive at first, but after doing it a few times it kind of felt good.  As a matter of fact the whole experience felt good.  I had such power.  Once they were in these devices they couldn't move.  I was their Dom.  I chuckled to myself.  Maybe this won't be so bad.  But then came the whipping.   I strapped her into the suspension restraints.  She insisted I whip her once.  I said "no way".  She said do it or you leave.  I gave her a light hit on her back and she laughed.  "That is lame, do it bitch".  It angered me so much I really let her have it.  She took a deep breath and composed herself.  "That's what you want.  No lighter but no harder.  Anything harder and you tear skin."  Oh man, tear skin I thought.  What have I gotten myself into?  Why would anyone want this?  We practiced some more.  She taught me how to adjust tension to get the right reaction.  We tried all the whips from rubber to leather and even I took a couple of hits.  Man that hurt.
 Next came gags.  She showed me the gag table.  "What is that" I said.  She said "What do you think?".  "It looks like a red rubber ball on a strap.  The ball is about 2" in diameter".  I'm good for the obvious.  "Correct" she said and proceeded to place one in her mouth and tie it up.  Discusting I thought.  She took it off and told me how to sterilize it between sessions.   I was NOT going to stick that thing in my mouth.  Fortunately that was volunteering.   Next she insisted I try the full leather mask.  It was scary.  It wrapped around your face and I couldn't even see out of it.  When she took it off I was glad the guys were going to wear this.  Well that was it.  She said good night and suggested user different clothes.  I told her once I got some cash in I would consider it.  She said OK but some clients won't take you.  OK I thought, maybe I could get some homework done.  Besides these were my favorite jeans and my pink high top converse.  Hey we were together through thick and thin.  Call me superstitious but ever since I laced them up my grades went up.  They were my lucky sneaker and besides they were cheap!

 The next night I walked in with my heart pounding.  I was going to assist tonight but I was still scared.  I was considering changing my mind but bills were piling up.  There was sheila in all leather.  She greeted me.  I saw a girl there no older than 25.  Was she a trainie?  She had a dress and high heals but more for going out with a guy not this.  "This is your first client" she said.  Oh God I thought.  This was supposed to be guys.  Sheila did remind me they have some girl clients but hey not my first night.  She then did the unthinkable.  She said that I could do her alone and collect the check myself.  I said no, but the client interjected and said she's a pro.  No big deal.  OK I thought the $250 sounded good.  We went in together and I was scared.  She could sense it I think and my client (call her tammy) relaxed me and told me it was going to be OK.  She insisted I take her clothes off.  No way I thought but I needed the money.  So OK I did it.   Not a bad body I thought.  She told me to put her in the suspension harness.  I grabbed her hands and placed them over her head.  I strapped the left wrist in tight.  She said I was good.  I then strapped the right wrist in and pulled her body up so that she was raised above the ground.  Her stretched out naked body was gorgeous I thought.  Hey what am I saying.  This is sick.  Let's just get on with this.  I grabbed one of the easier whips.  The rubber whips really can tear off skin if you're not careful.  "Do it" she said.  Good idea I thought.  Gag me if you can't handle the screams.  Better idea I thought.  I reached over for the ball gag and nervously wrapped it around her face.  She demanded I put it in tight and I did tightening the strap as hard as I could.  I could see the ball dug deep within her mouth forcing her lips to bulge out.  It was exillerating.  No wait, it was not.  I was not thinking that!  I grabbed the whip and let it go.  She screamed through the gag.  My first time I thought.  Someone is paying me $250 to whip her.  I did it again and again.  It was actually invigorating.  I found myself getting into it.  Everytime I doubted myself I thought of my boyfriend.  I did 10 lashes and then stopped.  I could hear her breathing.  I removed the ball gag and waited for a response.  She was breathing very hard.  "For someone who's nervous you are damn good.  Do it again she asked as I placed the gag in her mouth.  This time it was 20 lashes.  I was hitting her harder and harder until red marks were all over her back.  I need to stop I thought.  This is crazy and this is definately not me, but here I was doing it.  I stopped and this time she had enough and needed a break.  I let her down from the straps and then removed them.  "What a good time" she said. I rolled my eyes when she couldn't see me.

 I then suggested the rack.  She thought that was a good idea but suggested I do it instead.  I thought no way man.  That was nuts.  She looked at me.  She wanted to do this to me.  I'm new at this but I know that look.  She walked toward me.   I suddenly found myself backing away toward the rack.  She was taking control and I was very scared.  She laughed and said she was kidding.   She said I was a real idiot and she could take control of me anytime.  "It's over bitch" she said.  "You are too easy".  I felt stupid.  She made a fool of me.  I wasn't going to be made a fool of.  I was so angry I grabbed her by the neck and threw her down on the table.  "Miss manners hu".  I screamed at her and said "I am the boss here and you will call me mistress".  She backed down.  I could see the shock in her eyes.  Hey, this is cool I thought.  I had so much power over her.  I quickly strapped her into the rack.  She gave me no resistance.  I placed the body straps over her mid section and tightened down as hard as I could.  I could hear her forced breathing but she said nothing.  She was enjoying this.  She enjoyed me screaming at her.  Well whatever.  I had to be in charge and if she enjoyed that who am I to argue.
 I pulled the ratchet mechanism and started to tighten the chain's slack.  Her body started to stretch out.  I put a ballgag in her mouth.  She protested but I didn't care.  I said "shut up bitch".  She looked mad.  I pulled in tighter.  "you start looking scared or I pull the rack tighter".  She still looked angry so I did.  It was really starting to hurt her and I found myself getting turned on by it. No, not turned on by it.  I'm not thinking that right?   I looked back at her and she was starting to enjoy me.  No way man, I'll change her mood.  I cranked again and the chain retracted and pulled her arms tighter and tighter.  Her body was stretched out like pizza dough.
 I looked at her.  She looked at me.  We stopped talking.  Here was a naked woman about my age strapped up to be completely helpless and being torqued down by this machine.  I reached town and looked at her closer.  She was so helpless with the gag in her mouth.  It was so inviting.  Her blue eyes.  She was coaxing me on.  I could see it in her eyes.  I reached down and kissed her hard on her lips.  I pulled back.  What was I doing?  This isn't me?  She looked at me with, what a guy looks like when they want sex.   I had to take that look off her face.  I pulled back one more time on the rack.  She was starting to feel clearly in pain.  I pulled the ball gag out.  You bitch she said.  Oh God I thought what did I do.  She started to laugh.  No laughing I thought and pulled again on the rack.  She shouted a scream and then forced out "Mercy".  I pulled back as she was clearly in too much pain as that was the standard safe word.  (Safe words are a warning that the submissive needs a break for all you newbee's out there).  Kiss me again she said.  No sex remember I said.  That was the rule. ".  I was convincing myself now!  "Didn't stop you the first time".  She was right there.  "I made a mistake".  That was the way this operation stayed away from prosecution.  "Kiss me again please.  She was getting excited.   I didn't know what to do.  I said "ask me one more time and I'll tighten up on the rack .  "Ok OK".  Listen put me in the electric chair  " she said and I agreed.  Anything to get her mind (and mine) off of this.  I was getting her out of the straps and then she grabbed me and held me in locked wrestler position.  "I know you could scream but don't for I could break your arm so don't move.  I was scared.  I begged for mercy.  Her response, she quickly handcuffed me and put a ball gag on me.  I was careless.  I broke the first rule.  Put everything away when you're done with it.  How do you feel she said.  I fought the ball gag but once in my mouth it felt... good and so snug.  I loved the taste of rubber and it sort of turned me on.  I got back to reality when she grabbed me and pulled me up from the floor.  She brought me towards the electric chair.  Oh my, she was going to use it on me!   I resisted but she overpowered me.  I was in handcuffs.  I was helpless and forgive me but it started to feel good.  No wait that's not right!

 What's going on?  What brought this out of me?  Has it always been in me?  She sat me down and strapped my legs into place.  I should be scared.  She then released the handcuffs and quickly strapped my wrists into the chair.  I did not resist.  The waste belt came next.  I liked the straps.  They felt good on me.  It felt so secure.  I looked at her and her breasts felt so warm against me as she strapped the belts tight .  I was really  getting excited about this.  Actually, I felt dizzy from excitement.  She then put the rest of the straps on my body making it quite secure and unable to move.  She kissed me in the ear and then backed off.  "have fun she said".  What did she mean?  Oh man she was going to run this thing on me.  She doesn't even know how to do it.  I waited for what seemed at eternity.  I could hear the generator charging up.  Suddenly,  I felt a dizzying shock of pain that made my whole body tremble from head to toe.   Had it not been for the tight straps I would have convulsed all over the floor.  She turned the voltage up.  It was agony but I liked it at the same time.  It stopped.  I took a breath.  She looked down at me.  "Oh I am having so much fun" she said.  I think I'll tip you an extra $50. the other mistress's here would never let me get away with what you're going through.  She was right about that I thought. She then laid on top of me and wrapped her body on me.  She kissed me hard and I was majorly turned on.  her lips felt so smooth and warm against me.  She got off again.  Oh man I wanted more shock.  I felt an instant shot of pain going through my body.  It shook in the chair as I had no control over any of my muscles. Struggling against the straps was orgasmic.   I felt the pain of the electricity coursing through my body.  She stopped again.  Time's almost up she said.  "Want more?"  I quickly said yes and we did it a third time.  It was the most painful yet and I loved it.  The struggle against the straps with the surging pain in my body was overwhelming my senses.  I was completely helpless.  Then I felt myself getting dizzy.  Oh man I thought this was too much. I was starting to black out.  I was getting scared.  She shut the electricity off.  I took a deep breath.  It was over.  She then started to unstrap me but I didn't want the straps off.  She took the gag off.  I could barely get up from the chair.  I just wanted to go back in there.  The pain and agony was so exciting.  "You're all right kid.  How bout next week" she said.  Next week I thought.  This was too much.  I was never going to say yes to this again but what came out of my mouth was yes!  I agreed.  She paid me in full.  I walked out with her into the hallway.  "How was it" sheila asked.  She didn't need to ask.  She could see it in my face.  "See you next week" tammy replied as she walked out.  I took a deep breath.  Sheila looked back at me "Tammy is one of our dom's.  That was more training you know".  I was shocked.  "don't worry.  I could tell you had a good time. Tammy likes newbee's.  When did she take control of the session".  Oh man I thought.  She knows.  "Don't be coy I have video so I saw the whole thing."  I am dead now.  Listen, I really really didn't expect this to happen you know and.." She interrupted "Don't worry.  I had to bring that out of you if you were going to be effective at this.  Hey, I could see it in your eyes the first night."  No way I thought she could see nothing.  "Listen, we'll try it for a few weeks and see how this works out.  Before I left she asked me to give regards to my friend Beth.  She then told me she was good friends with Beth who is also a Dom.  My jaw dropped.  I had been dragged into this but then I felt my wallet and realized that I had some darn good cash in my hands.

 That was six months.  Since then I've become best friends with Tammy and am a good dominatrix (just don't tell me friends please!!!!) and my bills are paid in full!