Training
Part 3
by Sampson
Training Part 3:
So as I've said, 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
almost zero and I needed some money fast. Very fast. So I become
a dominatrix. Now this is my second night. My first night was
a thrill and I must confess I went from "ug" to "this is so cool".
My first client was Tammy and she turned me from a prude to a Dominatrix!
After my next night I had three clients. One was named
Peter. He was my first real client then there was Bob and Joe.
It was a fun night but this whole thing was getting to me so before I went
to bed I did some more research on the web. You know the source of
completely "accurate" information. Why? Because during the
session with Peter he was getting turned on by my pink converse sneakers.
I think he had a fetish for sneakers. That freaked me out.
Anyway, there are people out there with ..a sneaker fetish. I found
sites on keds (ug) and converse and running shoes and whatever. Oh
man what a world I've entered. First doms and now sneaker fetishes.
Before this I was this sweet and innocent student in college with an ex
boyfriend and lots of bills to pay. Now look at me. Freud would
have a field day with me. I'm a dominatrix .. but I'm only doing
it to pay the bills. Yes that one time (my first story) I got a bit
turned on but that's an anomoly and it never happened again and it's just
a job and a distant memory once I leave college. I am not into this
stuff, it just pays the bills. It just pays the bills...
Anyway, it was another Friday night and another night on the
"job". I went in early that night. Sheila insisted I try on
and play around with the equipment for a few weeks until I knew it well.
It made sense. Tonight was the irons. Those were the old fashioned
chains that were used before the invention of handcuffs. Actually
handcuffs were a significant invention for before that you had to have
the right shackle for the correct wrist meaning you had to have a lot of
chains around to fit the size. Now handcuffs were an all in one proposition.
Listen to me, I'm sounding like I'm writing an essay on this stuff.
Well, anyway I headed in to my room. Sheila greeted me and told me
it was going to be a busy night but I was still NOT through with training.
So I try the unlocking and locking mechanism of the irons.
I did it a few times then I thought maybe I should try them on myself just
to get a feel. I grabbed my size. I locked one on my left leg.
It was very heavy and very very secure. It wrapped around my ankle.
Not as tight as handcuffs would but more of your ankle was covered.
Actually I thought it really augmented my new white converse sneakers.
No I don't have a shoe fetish but I decided to give myself a treat and
replace my tiring pink converse (they ran out of pink so I chose white).
Anyway, I thought what the heck and tried the irons around the other ankle.
Mmmm ... that actually felt a little ...good. I tugged on the chain.
It was really secure and very heavy. You really felt restrained.
Well.. it didn't really feel that good. Anyway why not the wrists to complete
the effect, but I would leave off the neck collar. I'm not into this
stuff you know. I tried one on my wrist. Man it was better
than handcuffs. It felt so primitive and really captured the dungeon
feeling. I didn't say that did I? No of course not. I
did the right wrist and locked it in place. I started to walk around.
I was completely restrained and it felt great. I locked the neck
shackle on and looked at myself in the mirror. Sexy .. no I wasn't
sexy. Yes I was. OK I thought just this one time I would enjoy
it... as an experiment after all know your client right. The weight
was so freakin heavy and you really felt so secure. I was ...darn...
I was getting excited! I couldn't help myself. I slipped on
a ballgag and wrapped it tight on my mouth. Not easy with the shackles
in place. Mmmm the taste of rubber on my lips and I couldn't utter
a sound. I quickly grabbed a padlock and shackled my legs to my wrists
to really confine me. I was exploding with passion. I loved
this feeling of ...helplessness! I just looked so cool. I couldn't
help myself so I started ... you know... encouraging this feeling... you
know as an experiement. Mmmmm I grabbed some handcuffs and shackled
them on my wrists creating an even tighter restrait ...Mmmm this felt so
mmmm so MMMMM so MMMMMMMMMMMMMM
AHHHHHHHHHH....
OK I can't believe I just did that, but I will not doing it again.
I can do that again... yes..but only two more times.
Four more orgasims later and I got it out of my system.
Oh who am I kidding. I need help. This is just not right. Once
I ...manage...to...get... out....of...these...hand...handcuffs there.
Now just to release the rest of my body and then tomorrow I will get my
problems solved. Yes my problems. Man that felt so good though.
Very very good. No, stop it. Clients will be here in 10 minutes.
Got to focus..
The next day I saw the counselor. I was lucky to get a quick
appointment but I told the secretary it was urgent (OK I may have slightly
exaggerated my condition). I enter and he's there waiting for me.
He's a good looking guy with brown eyes and sexy hair. Thank goodness
I haven't lost touch of that! I step into his office. He has a concerned
look on his face. "So tell me, why do you think you have a multiple
personalities". (Like I said I slightly exaggerated). "Listen,
I don't but I do have a condition that is so embarrissing and I need your
help with it." He looks at my oddly then offers that fatherly smile
"So I take it you made that up" he said. "Yes Doctor, you see".
He interrupts. "There is nothing embarrising that can't be talked
about here. Listen please be open and honest and in the future don't
be afraid to tell me what's really going on". I breath a sigh of
relief. "didn't fool you a second did it". he smiles "I am
a trained professional and have only your interests at heart so please
go on". Go on he says. What in the world am I going to say
to make sense of this. "I work at a job". He just starts writing.
"This job is a bit...unusual and " man will he give me some encouragement
here doc I'm spilling my guts to you. "I'm listening". OK he
got my queue. "I have this job...and " he interrupts. "Do you
like this job?" Like he asks " Well let's just say that ...I don't
know". He creaks back into his chair and twiddles his thumbs.
"Is this job dangerous". Dangerous, hadn't thought of that.
"Well...I think it's mostly safe". He twitces. "Are you in
danger?" I pause and ponder that " I'm not sure" I say. "I
want to help but you must be more frank with me" I agree. "You
see I provide a service...to clients". He pauses "oh dear. " I knew
it he figured it out. "You realize how dangerous this is don't you".
Du I think. "Yes yes I do I want to stop but I need the money and...I
enjoy it". He leans forward "nevertheless you realize how dangerous
this is, why with drugs and AIDS I mean " I look confused "drugs
and AIDS I don't understand". He shakes his head. "My dear
prostitution is incredibly dangerous you know" he said "of
course I completely understand and I agree and that is the last thing I
would ever do". He looks very confused "then you don't do prostitution"
I smile. "Of course not that is just terrible". He seems speechless
"then what do you do". I smile "I'm a dominatrix". He drops
his pencil. "Oh oh I dominatrix". He picks up the pencil.
"How long" he says. "About a week now". I say. "Do you
enjoy this" he asks. "That's the problem I am enjoying it more and
more. I mean last night I ...I...I masturbated while chaining myself
up and it felt better than I ever felt with a guy". He looks blankly
at me "I see.. so you are not in any danger". I sigh.
"Well there is always a bit of danger. I mean you never know who
you're going to meet but in general it's safe." He seems to be thinking
to himself. "There is no sex is there". he seems to want affirmation
"of course not. I mean we do whips, chains, racks, electricity, and
so on, you know the usual stuff, but no sex." Somehow that sounded just
too relaxed a reply. "Where is this place". That was an unusal
question. "On the corner of 3rd and Main. It's just a house
why". He pauses "Just curious. " So I take it this lifestyle
troubles you". We finally get to the heart of the question.
"Yes, yes it does. I feel terrible about who I am. I get turned
on my all this stuff and I don't understand why. I feel like a freak
. Even my sneakers are starting to turn me on". He looks strangly.
"I don't understand" he asked. "You see my first client, his name
was Peter, well he wanted to have me in my pink converse, which are my
lucky converse and well I found it strange he was so excited about them,
so when I came into work last night I got a new pair of sneakers and well
that and the chains set me into never never land". He pauses "So
these interests are embarrissing you and you wonder how to purge yourself
of these things". I feel relieved "Yes yes I do". He looks
at his paper. "So how in the world does anyone get involved in this
I mean it's not the papers". He's right about that. "It's word
of mouth and they have a website". He taps his pencil "interesting
but I suspect not free correct" he says "No ususally the cost is a gift
of $250 but you have me for an hour. I may be new but I'm getting
very very good at this" I didn't say that. I did. I did.
This is worse than I thought. He leans back. "Weekends I suppose,
after 7:00 pm when everyone comes home from work or school am I correct?"
OK this guy is starting to worry me "Yes that is correct althought
weeknights such as Thursday are good as the stress of the week builds up"
I say. Fasinating". he says "Doctor I see that this is intriques
you but I need help here" He regains focus. "Of course of course,
but surely things can get out of control doesn't it" I'm very confused
so I ask "What do you mean" I say. "Well surely you could whip someone
say with a whip and not stop" Good question I think. "We use
a safe word like mercy or something so when that is said we stop.
If a person is gagged we normally look at their faces and can pretty much
tell. The head mistress there taught me how to look for the signs.
It's not hard when you get some experience". I say. "my dear
this is quite a system isn't it I mean you truly are conflicted about this
situation". du I think. Maybe I don't have patience but when
are we going to talk about this I think to myself!
He thinks to himself "So you have a problem balancing out
the needs of this job with the obvious behavior which you claim to be deviant
that it exibits creating a rather dire conflict that you need to come to
terms with". We are so not getting anywhere with this "Yes doctor"
I say. "Forgive me but I just want to understand all of this.
Why do you find this all bad". I pause. Is he for real?
"You're kidding right". He looks seriously at me "You cannot hope
to understand your situation until you be honest with yourself".
That makes sense I think. "I think it's bad because it's not normal.
I mean normal people don't do this" I say. "Why not" he asks.
"Because they have sex with each other and kiss each other and do things
that are just normal. My clients get boners based on how hard I whip
them". He looks on. "and so do you". That was brutal.
"OK so do I". I say in frustration. "So you see yourself as
better than your clients yet you feel the same way as them". Darn
he's got a point. "OK I do". I say. "So the real issue here
is your self esteem. " and he's right. "Yes it is" I say as
he smile at me. "There you have it. You must realize that when
you are performing these functions for your clients you are who you are
and do not compare yourself to them. Look at it this way, say a client
walks in and has an appointment starting at 7:00 pm. I assume he
can't just walk in right". I pause "No you call the number ah 555-1232
and make a time. " I say. "I see, so he or she I suppose "
I knod in agreement "makes an appointment at 7:00 and... I assume request
a dominatrix" he says "well, you usually get whomever is available
but you can request one of course" I say. "Right and after you make
that appointment and walk in and say they pick you then the session begins".
he asks. "Yes, I have you strip naked and then strap you into something."
I say. "So you are in complete control yes". I pause "yup I
am. I am so in control". He laughs a small laugh "and after
an hour it is over". he asks "Yes". I say. "No sex I
assume" he asks . "No, no we stop it right away if that happens".
I pause. I swear this guy is getting too interested in what I'm doing.
"and you do things like straightjackets and so forth". This is starting
to get wierd "Yes and we can even put you in diapers and burp you ".
He falls back. "Yes, well anyway, I think we are done for today".
he says "Excuse me, it's been 15 minutes " I say in frustration.
"Well you know I did have to get you in at the last minute. "he says.
I look directly at him "You aren't interested in being a client yourself
are you". He turned completely blushed. "Of course not I just
wanted to understand your condition". I look back at him "Well doctor,
I guess it's not so bad after all if a counselor is interested in this,
but just so we're clear, you never heard it from me". He's squirming.
"of course". I get up "when you make an appointment, just make sure
I know nothing about this". He relaxes and I leave. That night
I had three clients and Sheila gave me an extra tip for a new "last minute"
client. I didn't have him but I did refer him! Well I guess
I can live with this after all. I mean a shrink gets turned on by
this what's wrong with me being turned on by this. At the end of
the night I decided that I needed to pursue this "study" further.
I called Tammy up and setup a night to remember. It was research
you know!