Obedience School

1.

I came home from work that day aggravated as usual. Another fucking day of push push push. Mr. Timothy Perfection shoving his nose just as far up Mr. Omnipotent Supervisor's asshole as possible. And those guys in legal screwing my project so badly I could scream. And now I get to go home to Miss Depression of 1999. 

Gail was alright, I guess, but lately something had been bothering her, she wouldn't tell me what it was and, damn it all, I could use a little cheering up myself. I wished Sheila was around. A night in her waterbed, with her legs wrapped around me, driving my cock up into her; that would brighten things up a bit, let me tell you. I like Gail, mind you, used to be head over heels for her. But it was kind of an intellectual thing. We'd go to politically correct concerts and upscale resorts and even analyze the true meaning of Peter Rabbit, for crying out loud. Finding Sheila was like an explosion had gone off. We'd spend six hours making love to each other without having analyzed a single damn thing. Then we'd run into the kitchen stark naked, grab the first thing out of the icebox that didn't run away, and eat it back in bed. Maybe we'd eat it out of each other's mouths, maybe we'd smear it on each other and lick it off. It was so simple. Sheila was just fun. I wished Gail was fun and spontaneous like Sheila. I hoped Miss Miserable hadn't killed herself that afternoon.

But when I opened the door, there was my wife in the most beautiful dress she owned; a sheer white gown with a lace bodice and a deep cut back. All she had on underneath was the skimpiest, sexiest white bikini I ever saw. I wanted to tear our clothes off and make love right there in the entryway. But Gail backed away from me, smiling as she saw my imagination working. She led me into the living room and handed me a drink. Normally I don't drink much, but I thought I could use this one as I tried to figure out what was happening.

I sat on the couch and Gail sat across the coffee table from me, on the white recliner. We talked a bit - softly spoken, unimportant words. I was mesmerized by her body, a warm golden brown, against the thin white fabric of that dress. And her eyes, so green this evening, and her lips, pursed in their most seductive manner. My cock was thick and hard, and my balls were aching. I went over to her finally. I started to put my arm around her, but she stood up, gently brushing my arm off, saying it was time for dinner.

I helped her bring dinner to the table. We sat down, she talked, I stared, she ate, I picked at the food. It was delicious. Had she made this before? Gail cooked lots of things, usually after analyzing the salt, fat, cholesterol, and calories of the meal. She cooked well, I'm saying, but like everything else, it was as spontaneous as a clock.

After dessert, I got up to clear the dishes, but she said:

"No, wait," and got up, brought over an envelope and handed it to me. I opened it up and took out two plane tickets.

"We're going on a vacation, dear," she announced. "Sunny Las Vegas," and she smiled at me. I sat there stupidly, wondering why the fuck I didn't have a clue as to what to say. What's this crap all about? Then it occurred to me - this trip is obviously a well thought out tax dodge. She's been worried sick the past few weeks figuring out the intricacies of the United States federal tax code.

"...obedience school there," Gail was saying. I looked up. What the fuck? We're getting a dog? She wasn't looking at me like we were getting a dog. She seemed to want a reply.

"That's great, honey!" I exclaimed. "What kind?"

"It's called the 'Institute for Discipline'. We'll be there for four weeks. You've got that much time saved up at work. After that, we'll handle the rest of the training right here at home.

But the wheels were spinning in my head. Gail does not go to Las Vegas for four weeks to train a dog we do not yet own, I considered. The tax code could not possibly provide any incentives for this. I was sure of it.

"Uh, what's this about honey? I was thinking about that idiot Timothy Destruction for a moment and must've missed something," I lied. I gave her my most understanding smile.

It was then she dropped the bombshell. She knew about Sheila and all that shit, and she was gonna kick me out if I didn't go to this 'Obedience School'. That's why she'd been brooding so much recently, of course. My heart sank.

Gail did not want to kick me out, and she had analyzed things sufficiently to know she would be able to get 62.2% of my salary, plus the house and the blue BMW, so she didn't think I wanted to get kicked out either. Of course, she was right. Money or no money, I'd known Gail since I was nineteen years old and she was sixteen, and I did love her, and there was no way I wanted to lose her.

What Gail wanted instead was the attention I'd been giving to Sheila. She wanted to feel that she was more attractive and more beautiful than anyone else, like the way I could make her feel back when we were kids. And she wanted to feel secure that this time, my commitment to her would be truly irrevocable. Gail said that as I'd grown successful, I'd needed and wanted her less, until sometimes she felt completely unnecessary in my life.

I knew she was right about all this. I was no longer the quiet, insecure little boy who let a sixteen year old girl dress him up, feed him up and feel him up every time he came home from college. The more important my work had become to me, the less important my wife had become. Sometimes she'd go to a party with my work buddies and not have anyone at all there she could talk to. Timothy the Ugly would go over to her sometimes and be nice to her, but he was nice to everyone, and it seemed simply patronizing to both of us.

Gail was saying she had met a woman at the club recently who had had a similar problem and been very pleased with the result of attending the Institute with her husband. Both spouses must attend, she explained, just as in an obedience school for dogs, so that the pet will learn to obey the master rather than just the trainer. She also explained that phone consultations were available for followup training after the four seek seminar.

Being taken to obedience school didn't really sound like a very attractive idea, but I had to admit that the sheer unexpectedness of it was kind of exciting. And the thought of telling my boss that I was taking four weeks off made me feel a little better, too. I looked at Gail and thought of how much I loved her, and how much she was worth to my life.

"I'm yours Gail," I finally said. "This might be the wildest thing I've ever done, but I'll do whatever it takes to keep you."

But I still thought a cot in the garage was a bit extreme.

2. 

The next few weeks were pretty tense around the house. None of my usual tactics for getting Gail to lighten up and laugh were working. She seemed bored and unforgiving as we waited for our trip to Las Vegas. And, quite frankly, it was kind of getting on my nerves. 

Of course, I had told Sheila I could no longer see her. She was a little upset but said she had thought it was about time for a change anyway. 

When we arrived at the Institute, Gail and I were escorted into a large, ornately decorated living room and told to take a seat. There were perhaps a dozen other people in the room, reading, working and socializing. After several minutes a stunningly beautiful woman entered the room and strode towards us. She had full, shoulder length black hair, long legs, sumptuous full tits, and a strong slender figure with not a trace of fat. She was dressed in thigh-high polished leather boots, a black leather bikini, a black leather corset, and long elbow length leather gloves. I felt slightly intimidated by the woman's looks and her strong commanding presence. 

The woman greeted Gail by name and introduced herself as Mistress Devonne. She took care of some minor bookkeeping associated with our arrival and registration. Then she told us she would be in charge of my training, and called over two docents, named Craig and Dawn, who she said would be helping her. 

Craig and Dawn were both scantily clad, though their genitals were not exposed, and both wore black leather cuffs around their wrists and ankles, and black leather collars with the word 'DEVONNE' written in white lettering. They were both quite good looking, and I found myself looking Dawn up and down a number of times.

Mistress Devonne, who had basically ignored me thus far, finally turned to me and told me quite simply to strip. I was stunned, and felt my cheeks turn hot and crimson.

"Uh,..here?" I managed. 

"You shall always be prompt and enthusiastic in following my commands," said Mistress Devonne. 

I looked at Gail for support. Was this lady nuts or what? But Gail had just the slightest trace of a wickedly vengeful smile on her lips and I saw, to my dismay, that I was doomed. I began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Mistress Devonne reached out and gently stroked my hair, and then took hold of one earlobe and began to squeeze and then twist it. 

"Can't you be a little more enthusiastic, slave?" she asked. 

I picked up my pace, and Mistress Devonne let go of my ear. As I took off my clothing, I glanced around the room to see if anyone was looking. 

"Holy shit," I thought with a sinking feeling. Several of them were staring openly at me. But I shed my shirt, pants, shoes, socks and finally, reluctantly, my undershorts. It only added to my embarrassment that my cock was standing proudly stiff and upright, as if demanding the world's attention. 

"Now kneel before me, with your hands behind your back, grasping your opposite elbow." 

I dropped to my knees. I no longer looked around the room. My embarrassment allowed me only to look at the floor. I knew everyone was watching. And I knew Gail was enjoying my humiliation more than any of them. 

Mistress Devonne then ordered the docents to outfit me with leather cuffs and a collar just like their own. She snapped a leash onto my collar and then told me to kiss her shiny black boots. I did so, my hands still grasping my elbows behind my back. She then told me to kiss Craig and Dawn's bare feet. I was dying with shame, but I seemed to have no choice but to obey every command of this strange woman. Finally, she told me to kiss Gail's pointed high heels. I crawled over to my wife on my knees, still unable to raise my eyes to see her expression, and I placed one long wet kiss on the top of each shoe. I then crawled back in front of Mistress Devonne.

"Open your mouth slave," she said. I did as she commanded. She took my chin lightly in her right hand and leaned her face close to mine, and then she suddenly spat into my open mouth. I jerked my head back quickly, grimacing in disgust. Mistress Devonne angrily smacked my face with her hand, and she said: 

"Don't ever pull away again, you bitch." 

She then led me to the center of the living room, where there were several metal rings bolted to the floor. She clipped my ankle cuffs to two of the rings. Then she wrapped leather straps around each knee and bolted them to the floor as well, forcing my knees wide apart and causing my balls to hang down freely. My stiffer than ever prick rose straight in the air, like the target of a game of ring toss. Then I was bent over backwards and my wrists and elbows were similarly clipped to the floor.

Mistress Devonne and Craig then escorted Gail, with her baggage and my clothes, off to her cottage, leaving me hog-tied in a room full of strangers. I was close to tears and shut my eyes tight. 

Dawn settled down next to me and ran her hand along my cock. Several seconds later she did the same thing again. And then again. Soft, teasing, isolated, individual strokes. And without thinking I moaned. And then I bucked against her hand, striving for more contact. And then I let out another moan. "What am I doing," I thought to myself. "Getting it off with all these strangers here." I opened my eyes and, upside down, could see a man watching me intently. But I couldn't stop. Couldn't prevent it. Couldn't help my moaning and bucking. It seemed that Dawn teased me for hours. Beautiful Dawn with golden curls, teasing my cock. I was beside myself. She squeezed my balls. The upside down man came over and pinched my nipples hard, and then took a turn stroking my cock. I screamed in frustration, and anger. I needed release, I needed to come. I bucked, straining against my bonds. And finally, exhaustedly, I came in huge gobs, spurting over my belly, my nipples, and a little on my face. Some dripped onto my balls. 

Dawn looked into my eyes, shook her head softly and said, "Silly penises." 

3. 

Dawn waited several minutes after I came, and then began stroking my cock back to life, and began teasing me again. This time, however, she never allowed me to come.

After several hours of the sweet painful torture, the other docent, Craig, reappeared. He released my bonds and told me to follow them, kneeling upright with my hands at my sides. They led me down a couple of broad hallways and finally into a large dining room with a huge fireplace. By this time it was fairly late in the day, and I hadn't had any lunch, so the smell of the food made me quite hungry. 

I quickly scanned the room for Gail, both mortified that she might see me like this, and hopeful for the reassurance of her presence, but she did not appear to be in the room. There were a dozen or so people seated at the large table, which was covered with food. Some of them were casually dressed, but Mistress Devonne was dressed as she had been earlier, and there were other similarly dressed Mistresses. 

Also scattered about the room were a number of docents and slaves. Some were serving food and drink to those seated at the table. One slave was trussed up on one of the sideboards with an apple stuck in his mouth. One was licking the feet of one of the Mistresses. Several were eating scraps of food from bowls on the floor like dogs. One male slave, dressed as a woman in a thin, loose peach-colored dress, was rigidly bound in an upright position kneeling on his haunches, while bits of food were thrown and dropped on him. The bits of egg, mashed potato, gravy, ice cream, and other food had slowly dripped onto and into the clothing, making an incredible mess.

I was led over to the slave in the food-saturated dress. Dawn cuffed my hands behind my back and said: 

"Mistress Devonne says you are to get your dinner from him tonight," and she pushed my face into the slave's lap. 

My instant reflex was to pull my head back to wipe the mess from my face and hair, but Craig immediately smacked my ass sharply with a paddle and pushed my head back again. I opened my mouth and took in a mouthful of mashed potatoes and creamed corn, and began eating. It actually tasted good, especially being so hungry, and I began licking the food off the dress. I moved my head up to the shelf formed by the slave's breasts, and then began licking food off of his neck and then his face.

My cock had been tormented now for hours, and so, despite the fact that I had never had even the slightest urge to do such a thing before, it seemed only natural when I impulsively ran my tongue over his lips. I kissed his lips. He opened his mouth and I brought some food to it with my own. He ate it gratefully. We kissed again and he stuck his tongue into my mouth. He probed my mouth deeply, flicking his tongue. Finally I pulled away, breathless, and returned my attention to his lap. I now found a stiff pole tenting the thin material of the dress. I had never before touched another man's cock, but I eagerly ran my tongue along the slave's shaft, pressing against it through the sheer material. Then I heard Mistress Devonne's voice behind me: 

"You're going to learn how to suck a cock properly, dickhead. Push the dress up with your mouth and get a real nice grip on that popgun."

I obediently lowered my head and pushed the dress up. The other slave cooperated by raising his hips and legs towards me. I licked his legs clean of food as I exposed them. Finally, the cock was freed and I greedily slipped my mouth over it. I slid my mouth up and down the man's cock, and made it glisten with my saliva. I took the cock deeper and deeper until I gagged and pulled back. Mistress Devonne gave words of advice until I was finally able to take the cock deep into my throat, covering it completely with my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, under it, firmly along the bottom, around and over the tip. I sucked and licked and bobbed my mouth up and down. I wished I could grab hold of his hips and draw him into me, but my bound hands prevented that. The slave started to let out a series of moans, and I could feel the cock throbbing. I bobbed my mouth faster and sucked harder, and flicked my tongue over and over, over and over, until the cock exploded a bucket of come into my mouth. I tried to swallow, but gagged, and come dripped out over my chin into the man's lap. Without waiting to be told, I licked his cock and lap clean, savoring the taste of the come. 

As I pulled away from the man, with my hunger sated in more than one way, my hair, my face, my whole upper body was covered with sticky food and come, and I suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed. My cock standing straight out in front of me only heightened the feelings. And I felt vaguely like the slave I had sucked off had somehow taken advantage of me. 

"Well now its time for dessert, I think," said Mistress Devonne and she stuffed a large wad of bread into my mouth. I tried to chew it but my mouth quickly dried out before I could get much of it down. 

"Are you a little thirsty now?" asked Mistress Devonne. I could see what was coming next, but I was powerless to stop it. Mistress Devonne commanded me to lie flat on the floor in front of the other slave, and she ordered Dawn to remove her bikini and squat over my face. 

"Don't spill a drop if you know what's good for you," said Mistress Devonne, but her order clearly could not be obeyed with the bread in my mouth. Dawn let loose a gusher, and almost immediately it overflowed out the sides of my mouth, onto the floor and into my hair. It kept coming and coming, and all I could do was let it run over my face and try to keep breathing. I started chewing on the bread again, trying to get it out of my mouth, and it was admittedly much easier to do now that it was saturated with warm urine. Dawn's bladder was finally empty as I swallowed the last of the piss-soaked bread. 

Mistress Devonne was furious with me for not having swallowed all of Dawn's pee.

"Turn over and lick it all up," she ordered, wielding a black whip that had a short handle and three long thin leather strips. I rolled over onto my knees, my hands still cuffed behind me. As I began licking up the piss, I heard a buzzing sound which was quickly followed by a stinging pain. After several strokes my ass was on fire. I licked and licked as fast as I could, truly regretting that I had not swallowed more of the urine in the first place. Mistress Devonne's whip landed again and again, lacing my ass with thin red welts. 

Finally, I was allowed to rise to my feet for the first time in hours. I was led by my leash to a far corner of the room and my hands were pulled tight overhead by a chain that passed through a loop in the ceiling. I was defenseless in this condition. Mistress Devonne stood in back of me, rubbing my bruised ass. Then, without any warning at all, she quickly thrust a large rubber dildo into my asshole. Several more thrusts and it was in to the hilt. I felt like I was being raped, like my ass was just torn apart, and I felt like I had to take the biggest shit in the world. 

Mistress Devonne stepped in front of me. "I will be in charge of your training here at the Institute for the next four weeks," she said. "You may or may not learn to like me, but I guarantee you will learn to obey both me and your Mistress Gail by the end of that time. You will not see much of your Mistress Gail for the next few days while she acquires certain items I have proscribed and receives instruction from me in their proper use. In the meantime, I will be introducing you to some sorely needed humility and obedience. I must inform you that Mistress Gail has told me of your disgraceful past conduct, and has selected one of our most, umm, challenging courses for you. As you are already discovering, it will be quite difficult for you. But I assure you that ultimately, if you learn well, you will be richly rewarded with tremendous happiness, satisfaction and fulfillment. 

Mistress Devonne left the room, and several of the onlookers, docents and slaves as well as Mistresses and others, came up to me, touched me, felt me. Some spat on me. I felt desolate and alone. Mistress Devonne's words seemed empty of meaning. How could this lead to any kind of happiness? Dawn came over and hoisted the chain even higher, so that now I stood on tiptoe. With food, spit, and urine in my hair and all over my body. With a flaming ass that was being ripped apart by a huge dildo. 

And then I saw Gail. She was standing in the doorway at the far end of the dining room. She was dressed in the same mesmerizing white outfit she had had on when she met me at the door that day weeks ago. She looked in my direction with no sign of emotion. She strode softly, gracefully, purposefully, through the room. She came over to me. She reached for my cock and stroked it once, twice, three times and I came with a loud groan, spurting out into the air. 

Then she turned and walked over to the table, where she was seated and helped to dinner by Craig and Dawn.

4. 

The following weeks at the Institute blur in my memory into a seemingly endless series of humiliating, and often painful, experiences. I was given a variety of tasks to perform and was punished severely for the slightest deficiency, and sometimes merely for my Mistress Gail's pleasure. 

I can't, in truth, say that I had never seen this side of Gail before. She was often decisive and could be quite insistent and demanding on occasion. But I had never before seen her take such sheer and uncompromising delight in anything. She seemed more vibrant and alive with each lesson she received from Mistress Devonne, and she was an exceptionally quick and talented student. 

My own lessons were extremely simple; I was just to be an instrument of my Mistresses pleasure. My mouth, my cock, my fingers, were simply to do with as they wished. But their pleasure was in no way limited to my actions. Midway through my very first session with Mistress Gail, she reached her hand between Dawn's thighs, and pressed her back to the wall. She kissed Dawn on the lips and then her neck. She slid her tongue up Dawn's neck and into her ear. Her right hand caressed Dawn's left tit and then pinched and twisted her nipple, causing Dawn to cry out in both pain and pleasure. 

Mistress Gail pressed her knee hard into Dawn's crotch and Dawn ground her clit against it, moaning softly, breathing rapidly. Mistress Gail then forced Dawn to her knees in front of her, grabbed her curly golden hair and pressed her face into Mistress Gail's crotch. Dawn unsnapped the crotch of Mistress Gail's teddy with her teeth, and kissed and began licking Mistress Gail's clit. Meanwhile, my mouth was stuffed with a cock-shaped gag, I was strapped into an upright kneeling position on the floor, my ass was on fire from a paddling I had just been given and my balls were immersed in ice water. I watched in misery as my Mistress received her pleasure, seeing her body shudder violently with the strength of her orgasm. 

Throughout the four weeks of training, Mistress Gail often made love with Dawn and Craig, and sometimes even with Mistress Devonne. Sometimes, as during that first session, I was made to watch, bound so I could make no movement or sound. Many times I was made to summon Dawn or Craig myself for Mistress Gail, knowing full well that it was so they could make love. Sometimes, after making love, Mistress Gail would have me lick her clit, solely so that I would smell the odor of the previous lovemaking, so I would taste the sweat and the come. At first, I felt this was a severe punishment. It was not jealousy I felt, it was more like being forsaken, being told, "Fuck you," by your best friend. After a time, however, I began to see this treatment as a privilege; to be allowed to enter and savor my Mistress's most personal pleasures. 

As I strained to comply with the simple rules, I found a certain freedom in slavery. I had no clothing, no personal belongings of any kind to worry about. Wherever they tied me down and left me alone for a few hours was where I could sleep. And when they let me bathe, there was always plenty of soaps, razors, and lotions provided for me. I was free from having to make decisions about what to do, where to eat. I needed to do no planning; it was all taken care of. 

Early in the second week, Mistress Gail commanded me to find five people willing to paddle me, a task which was usually accompanied by much feeling and probing of my entire body. I was shocked when the first several people I asked turned me down and I realized that I would have to make this embarrassing request of many people. But then I realized that I was only making this request because my Mistress wanted me to, that it in no way reflected my wishes, and that therefore there was no cause for embarrassment. You can't be embarrassed about something that's not your responsibility. 

And yet I still struggled against the simple rules. Something within me refused to relinquish the desire for control. 

And so I was flogged often, quite severely on a number of occasions. And I kissed the feet of those who pissed upon me. And my sphincter was stretched by ever wider butt plugs, dildos, and penises. But still my learning was not complete. And so when Mistress Gail ordered me to lick the muck of the horse stable from her boot, I hesitated for one long moment, and I knew I would be punished. 

I was led into the garden by Gail. After three weeks at the Institute, I no longer needed a leash. My trainers would merely make some slight motion or noise and I would trot along at their heel as quickly as possible. Mistress Gail ordered me to lie on a grate of three long, thin metal bars. She and several others bound me to the top of the grate, and then lifted it and attached it to a wheel at either end. Below me was a pool of icy water. Above me was the hot Nevada sun. A switch was turned and the grate began rotating. As I turned, the contraption dipped me face down into the water and then face up towards the sun. I quickly learned to hold my breath while facing down, breathing in as I came out of the pool, the frigid water streaming off me.

I was left turning on the grate for an hour and a half, until my flesh was already turning pink. Then I was brought inside. I was tied with my head thrust into a toilet bowl. I prayed that no one would need to use the facilities until I was taken away, because I knew too well what would happen otherwise. An hour later, already in pain from the whole-body sunburn, I was brought to Mistress Gail's cottage. She was standing in the middle of the room with a large leather strap in her hand, flicking it idly into her palm. She looked gorgeous, dressed in her black leather dominatrix outfit, and I noticed her long boots had more muck on them now then they had had before. I crawled over to her, terrified by her and yet deeply in love with her. I wanted her not to be angry with me any more. I leaned over suddenly, without being asked, without even thinking, and licked some of the muck from her boot, hoping desperately that that would please her. But she would not be deterred. 

"There'll be time for that later, dickbrain," she said to me. Then she tied me over a cold metal bar, sticking my ass high in the air, leaving my legs straight and flat, open to her attack. She placed her fingernails on my sunburned legs and ran them roughly up my ass. Like scratching a bad itch, it felt excruciatingly painful and extremely delicious simultaneously. Mistress Gail kneaded and twisted my ass cheeks. I felt her take hold of a couple of strands of hair on my balls, and then pull sharply, yanking them out. Then she said quietly: 

"Forty strokes today, slave, and then you can show your gratitude by licking my boots as clean as a hospital."

I knew the routine by now. After three weeks, I knew how to count each stroke and say: "Thank you, Mistress Gail." I knew what was happening here, and I knew Gail was enjoying her newfound dominance over me and my newfound desperate attentiveness to her. 

But I had never known pain like this before. I screamed for mercy after the first blow:

"OWW! Oh please, Mistress Gail, I can't take this!"

But I knew, despite the extreme pain, that the stroke itself had been relatively light, and that much worse would follow. As Mistress Gail worked her way up and down my ass and legs, I felt like the skin was being ripped off me, layer by layer.

"OWWW! OHH Please, Mistress Gail. OH. Help me, Oh Nooo, Oh, OHH!" I gasped for breath. I struggled, I screamed and I cried. Big, real screams, big, real tears. I had not screamed so loudly or begged so honestly since I was a little boy. I pulled at my bonds with every ounce of my strength.

"OWWWWW!!! ACHHH, AHH, OHH, PLEEEASE!!"

Suddenly I felt a strange release. A release of everything I was holding back. All the tension, all the effort, all the pressure. I could sense it all rush out of me, and it seemed to take my breath away. It seemed to lift my very soul out of my body. I felt as though I watched the scene from a distance. It was not me who screamed and pleaded. It was not my body wracked with pain. I could see my Mistress Gail standing over me, her arm raising and lowering, giving an extra motion with her body at the end of a stroke so that the leather strap would strike me that much harder. And I saw her place every stroke perfectly across me.