~ Captive in the Basement ~

The Training

Days after days, He trained me.

Exactly after each toilet, after each meal.

It started always with a short sentence: lesson number 1 (or 2 or 3...and so on)

At the first time of a new lesson, I was fully bound: the chastity belt, the gag and the leash.

He touched a part of my body and I had to find myself the right Position.

I took many time to learn the first and the second lesson. To understand what He wanted.

For exemple, I had to present myself with my legs apart and with my hands over my head.

When, finally, He thought I had well learnt, He removed the belt and the gag and the order came : position 2.

I remember the first time. He took me off the bag and, contrary to the others times, He untied me and dragged me to the room where he took pictures, where I was trained.

I had a sudden urge but I knew I was not allowed before He give me the permission.

" Position 1" he ordered

I obeyed and I opened my legs, my hands crossed in my back.

" Position 2 "

I raised my arms up and I crossed my hands over my head.

I was shivering a bit, just dressed with my stockings, my leather cuffs, my collar and the mask.

He took pictures and came to me.

"Examination" He said.

He opened my mouth and had a look to my teeth... as if he was examining a slave.

His hand came to my opened thighs, slipped inside my sex, opened my labias. I rebelled a bit.

"Position 2" He ordered anew.

I took the position. I was short-winded and with a strange heat in my womb, I let him examine me, touch me, pet my breast, caress my nipples.

"Well learned lesson, blue reward"

On that day, before the toilet and the meal, I was rewarded.

When I came round, I was not in the bad but under a sort of canvas cover, my head on a pillow, my hands tied in front of me and my legs opened.

I understood later He had also changed the color of my stockings.

From white, I was now blue.

"Position 3"

So I learnt to kneel in front of my Master, with my hands back.

Then with my arms dangling.

I became pink.

And after the meal, spaghetti this evening (I was supposing it was the evening), I was rewarded: I might pass a day outside of the bag.

Now, I had to learn the position 4: kneeling, my hands on my thighs, palms up.

" Position 6 "

I thought that I was learning faster. It seemed to me that I was passing less and less time in the bag.

Pink. I was wondering the next color.

Red. I was become red !

That day, I had worked hard. I think He could be satisfied with me. My hands was free, I was not plugged and I had finished with the position 8. I stayed, lying on my back, my hands in the offering position, my legs wide opened, my still gapping pussy. My bottom also, because of the godes that had distended them all the day.

I was hearing the camera clicking, the motor meowing. And I felt desire. Suddenly my womb caught fire and I started to touch me. Gently first then more deeply.

Now the camera was silent. I felt the orgasm coming, my body being fired. I thought I was going to die. I heard myself screaming with pleasure, then sobbing, when I rolled on my side, uncontrollable spasms waving my womb.

Something fell on my thigh, warm drops. He was masturbating!

I suddenly understood. He was desiring me. He did want me. But during this time I had passed in the dungeon, being trained, He had not forced me. All I had learnt, I did it of my own free will. Under his harsh but never violent control.

I took immediately my decision, bowing low myself. My hand touched His feet. He was naked.

I was shivering, I did not dare to speak without permission. But one more time, He understood my helplessness.

" You may talk if you want "

It was one of the longer sentence He never pronounced. I hesitated then I launched into:

- Do you want to take me, Mister ?

- It's not exactly what I want to hear.

I was searching in my head, I remembered the books I had read.

Je cherchai dans ma tête, me rappellai les livres qu'il m'avait lus.

- - Do you want to take me... Master ?

- It's better. But if there is a Master...C'est mieux. Mais s'il y a un Maître ...

My mind was going round very quickly. I had the impression that these training months were bearing fruit, that all was getting clearer in me.

- I... Would you want me to be your slave ? Master ? May I implore You to accept me as a slave ? Master ?

- I do accept. Anne, I agree to take you as a slave.

-... Master. Thank you Master. May your humble slave speak more ? Master.

The two words, Master and slave, filled my mouth. As the gag did that. But it was honey. At that time, I thinks I could repeat them a hundred times. If He gave me permission.

Master was pleased. Under my fingers, His member was hard.

- You can speak, slave.

May this slave ask her Master to... take her ? As the simple slave she is.

- I intend to do that. For a long time I was waiting for that. But there is still a lesson. The lesson number 10, the Master using his slave position. I'll explain you. But first I am going to give you back your sight. Time is gone. You have to see your Master. Wait a minute, I am going to switch off the spotlights.

He removed the mask and the light blinded me. I closed my eyes and I opened them gradually.

I discovered my Master's face. He was ... like a Greek god. I was nearly crying.

The position number 10 is exquisitely degrading. The slave offers her Master, her buttock and her pussy. The Master can touch, finger, control if the slave is wet. And He can take her where He wants.

He explained it and I took up the position.

On this first time of my slavery, Master took me normally. I was shivering when He put His hands on the upper parts of my thighs. His member knocked at my door, already wide open.

He plunged into me without difficulty.

to be continued ...