The First Lesson

Trish left the limo first. Still kneeling on the floor, Larry couldn’t help himself watch her step from the car. A tantalizing view of firm rounded flesh greeted him as she alighted. His thwarted excitement once more asserted itself and he tried unsuccessfully to hide his rising desire. Leash still in hand, Trish turned, smiled, and gave it a gentle tug.

Larry started to rise, but a downward tug on the leash reminded him to remain on his knees. Hands shackled in front of him, he struggled on his knees to the open door. The bright sun assailed his eyes and his complete lack of clothing was reinforced by the state of those preparing the red and black jet for departure. Leather flight suits and work clothes of the attendants only served to reinforce his total lack of clothing.

He hesitated at the door of the silver car, tried to cover the exposed manhood. Another, sharper, tug on the penis leash brought him back to the moment.

"Stand tall." Trish’s velvet voice had acquired an edge. "Now, follow me!"

Trish sauntered to the stair leading to the jet. He wished she’d hurry. Each step she took was torture to him. The rounded globes of her rear undulated slowly from side to side. The climb up the stairs to the entrance of the plane was deliberate. Unfulfilled teasings greeted his view with each of her steps upward. The black leather skirt rode up slightly – enough for him to know what lay a fraction of an inch above the hem. Not enough for him to see. The musky odor of her still covered his face. That, and the enticing view, only served to increase his erection.

Almost gone was the knowledge he was unequivocally naked before the world. This was his goddess. To please her he was ready and willing to do whatever she asked. Fear of unknown mingled with the desire to please. All he wanted was to be allowed in her presence forever.

Once on board, Trish and Larry were left alone in the cabin. Two chairs, anchored to the floor, were the only facilities visible. Trish took her position on one white leather seat. Larry began to move to the other.

"No, pet. You kneel in front of me."

Larry knelt upright, facing her.

"No, turn around."

When Larry had turned away from her, all he heard was the tinkling of a subdued bell. Through the door facing him strode Eric and Thomas, those gigantic blonde twins.

"Prepare my new pet for take-off, Boys."

Simultaneously they smiled and advanced upon Larry. He shrunk back slightly only to feel the sharp reprimand of Trish’s riding crop.

"Remain still." Paralyzed between his fear of the twins and that of displeasing his Mistress, Larry froze. Eric flipped a switch in the wall and eye bolts embedded beneath the plush cream carpet rose. Thomas unlocked the hand cuffs, placed three inch gray metal cuffs on each wrist and locked them shut. Each click of the locks resonated in the lavish cabin. Thomas did the same with each ankle. Larry felt himself becoming more and more bound to this demanding mistress as each lock reminded him he chose to relinquish his freedom to her. Once the wrist and ankle cuffs were attached, Eric made Larry rise to his knees. Just above each knee a similar band of metal was attached and locked into place. All of the metal bands jingled as he moved. Each sported a series of metal rings. Eric looked at Trish.

"Yes," she replied to Eric’s silent question. "This one requires a belt."

Larry looked around, eyes wide and questioning.

"Remain facing as you were." She was displeased. His head snapped forward.

A six-inch metal band was wrapped around Larry’s waist, tightened, and locked. Once more metal rings jingled as he shivered in fear.

Not gently the twins took Larry’s wrists and locked them to the bolts in the floor, a little more than shoulder width apart. A bar was attached to the straps just above his knees, spreading them so wise he felt the muscles complain at being stretched. The ankles also were spread further and attached to the floor bolts. Solid rods locked to each side of his waist attached to the floor. On hands and knees, spread wide, Larry was barely able to move.

As silently as they arrived, the twins departed. Larry had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. He heard Trish move around and behind him. Her hand caressed his exposed rear and slid between the crack and found his hanging sack. The humiliation of his position mingled with the pleasure of her velvet touch. He felt her move to his head. Locked in his position, all he could see was the high black sheen of the boots he loved. As a treat, she extended one leather clad leg and allowed him to love it. Surprising him, Trish quickly slipped a leather blindfold over his eyes and tightened it, the pads on the inside pressing into his eyes and blocking all light.

"Mistress?" There was fear in the question.

Her voice was sharp. "This is your first lesson. Remain still and silent!"

Larry froze. He heard the cabin door open and close once more. Then silence.

"Mistress?" There was no answer.

"Mistress?" Still no answer; the panic began to rise. He was alone and abandoned in the darkness. He feared that. Forever the silence remained. Beneath the blindfold pads he could feel the tears begin to well. Just as he felt he could stand no more a hand touched his rear. He was electrified. It was not Trish’s hand. He tensed.

"He’s responsive, Trish." It was a female voice.

"I know," she smiled. "That’s one of the reasons I accepted him. A responsive sub can be trained to do many services." The purr of her voice warmed and reassured Larry.

"What do you plan to do with this one?"

"He might make a passable personal slave." Larry felt a glow start. He wanted to be in his Mistress’ presence. "But first, Phyla, I’m going to turn him over to you."

Phyla giggled. Larry pleaded, "Please, Mistress, no." A sharp crack of the crop followed by stinging pain burned across his rear.

"As you can see," Trish continued, "he is in great need of obedience training. He can’t even keep his mouth shut when told to be still."

"We can cure that right now," Phyla countered. He felt movement around him, the rattle of buckles. Swiftly something was jammed into his mouth and it pressed against the back of his throat. His jaws were held open. He could breathe, but he could not make any intelligible sounds. The straps were quickly tightened around his neck, pulling what felt like an oversized penis further into his mouth.

"Phyla, sit. It’s almost time to take off."

As the plane rose into the air, Larry felt his body restrained by the shackles gripping him to the floor. Throughout the ascent, he heard Trish and Phyla discuss many things…shopping, new equipment Trish had purchased. As far as he could tell, they were talking as though he did not exist, spread wide as he was before them.

Larry’s knees began to hurt even on the soft carpet. The jaw muscles began to complain at being held open. Shoulders rebelled at holding his weight. He shifted as much as was possible, but each time the metal shackles jangled against the metal bands. It seemed like an eternity. Finally the conversation turned to Larry.

"…so, what do you want with this one, Ma’am?" It was obvious from the tone of Phyla’s voice that she was one of Trish’s subs.

"Train him for everything."

"You know, Ma’am, there are a couple of things missing."

"I know. I didn’t have a permanent collar placed on him. You can use the obedience ones as you need. I’ll collar him in a ceremony…if he proves worthy."

"OK, but you really did forget something."

"No, Darling, I purposely left that to you."

Once more Phyla giggled. A hand fondled Larry’s exposed globes, but this time it was not the velvet of the Mistress. And there was a more thorough examination of his private parts. He felt his ass cheeks being massaged and separated even more than the bar between his knees did, and then he felt a finger press against the sphincter. He struggled against the invasion. Even struggling to avoid it, Larry felt himself growing again. Phyla giggled and then administered a sharp slap to his rear with her hand,

"This one’s going to need a lot of training. But I can see what you mean about responsive. Look at the size of that erection."

As Phyla and Trish laughed, Larry felt his body grow hot with humiliation. He was not a person, he was a thing being discussed dispassionately by two women.

"I know about the collar. I was talking about something else."

"Oh, Phyla, I know. But I also know you so enjoy introducing the neophyte. I left that for you."

Phyla bowed to the Mistress. "Thank you, M’Lady."

"I do give you some privileges, Phyla. Like the others, as you earn them."

The plane finally leveled to cruising altitude. The sliver bell tinkled once more and a light swoosh of the door opening indicated others had entered the cabin. "Eric, Thomas, we will not be needing you until just before we land." The door closed once more.

Phyla laughed – almost a malevolent laugh. "I think it’s time to properly begin the training, M’Lady."

Trish sank back into the luxury of the chair. Larry felt Phyla approach. Once more her hands played with his exposed cheeks. She spread them wide. Trish nestled even further into the plush flight chair. The voyeur in her always loved this part of the training. Settling in, she slipped two fingers into her already wet slit. Throughout the next few minutes, Trish’s fingers echoed Phyla’s manipulations of Larry.

This time, instead of the warm pliable fingers pressing against the tight muscle, Larry felt a cold wetness and a non-pliable hardness – the coldness of steel. He tried to squirm away, but the pressure was insistent. Suddenly one more sharp pain crossed his ass cheeks as Phyla barked, "Still!"

Larry ceased struggling just as the hard coldness penetrated the tight muscle. He arched his back more at the surprise than pain. He heard a quick intake of breath and cry of pleasure from Trish as she experienced her first orgasm.

Spasms tried to expel the offending intrusion, but the muscles quickly closed around the flexible shaft and the spasms devolved into pleasurable waves approaching orgasm for him.

Like the spasms assailing the bound flesh before her, Trish felt her own muscles clamp hard and draw in the soothing fingers. She sighed and allowed the rippling orgasm to swim through her body.

Phyla smiled. She was fully aware of the tension in the bodies on either side of her. Only securing the plug within Larry remained. He would, hereafter, forever experience the irritating pleasure of permanent half erection as the heavy metal head of the plug resided on his prostrate. The end of the plug was secured to the waist band with chains. Only when Phyla chose would it be removed.

Now Phyla could turn her attentions to her Mistress. Phyla had been with Trish for years and knew her Mistress well. The training of a new submissive was the ultimate turn-on for Trish. Phyla knelt between the Mistress’ spread legs and pulled her forward on the chair. She removed her Mistress’ hand from between her legs and gently licked the fingers clean. The sweet muskiness of Trish’s juices brought the moisture to Phyla’s own legs. With the cleaning task completed, Phyla bent to what she new her Lady needed.

Gently Phyla spread the outer lips and quickly found the hardened nub. With expert strokes of her tongue she swirled around it, lapping hungrily at the juices that flowed.

Larry could only hear the wet sounds of Phyla’s ministrations and imagine what she was doing. Doing what he so greedily wanted to do. As Trish’s moans became louder he could feel the heat rise in his groin as he knew it was rising in Trish.

Phyla took the hardened bud in her mouth and suckled, pulling harder with her teeth. Her Mistress responded with three orgasms that shook her body in rapid succession. Phyla slid her tongue into the center and lapped at the juices that flowed freely, covering her face and running down her chin. This was the moment Phyla relished most – just before the final orgasm jolted through Trish’s body. It was the moment before Phyla herself felt the trembling of her insides and the trickle of moisture slide down her leg. Trish let out a scream a second before becoming rigid and releasing the essence of her femininity onto an eager Phyla.

Only when she knew her Mistress had been served well did Phyla allow herself the pleasure of a full-body orgasm.

Larry, immobilized as he was, could only picture the scene and agonize at his exclusion from it.

Trish recovered first. She was still in a dreamy state, but her thoughts were functioning.

"You know, Phyla, we have completely neglected our little pet here. He seems to be in some kind of distress. Remove he gag and stand in front of him."

"Yes, M’Lady."

Phyla released the penis gag and slide it out of Larry’s mouth.

"Now, pet, it seems Phyla, here, has made a mess of herself. Clean her up."

"How, Mistress?" Larry questioned.

"Oh, come, come, pet, you have a better imagination than that." Once again the crop stung across his rear.

"Yes, Mistress," and he began, shackled as he was to the floor and still blindfolded, to seek out Phyla.

"Help him, Phyla."

Phyla moved close, placing the insides of her legs against Larry’s head. Slowly he began to lick clean the juices she had leaked. As he came closer to the rise of her mound, the actions of his tongue speeded, threatening to send Phyla into yet another orgasm.

"Careful, Phyla. We don’t want to have to punish the pet on your account. Not only you, but he seems to be getting into our game a bit too much. We don’t want to have to have him clean the carpet of his own discharge, too."

Phyla reached down and pinched the head of his penis, slowing down the magnificent erection.

"I think, Phyla, the pet has taken well his first lesson and deserves a reward. Take him in your mouth and give him relief."

"But, Mistress…"

"Now, Phyla, you forget your place."

"Yes, Ma’am" Phyla lay on her back and slid beneath Larry taking his partially erect organ into her mouth. Bound as he was, Larry rocked back and forth, feeling himself touching the back of her throat. Phyla clamped her lips around him and sucked deeply to help him achieve the discharge as quickly as possible. At the moment his muscles tightened in the climax, Trish slapped his rear with her crop and continued the whipping until he had spent himself, moaning at the relief he had achieved.

"Now, Phyla, he is yours to do with as you please for a month. Bring him back to me well trained. You may do anything except cause permanent damage or markings to him."

"But, Mistress," Larry began to complain.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?" Trish said. "Until you are given permission, you may not speak to me. In fact, you may speak to no one. Phyla, keep him gagged until he learns that lesson."

"Yes, M’Lady." With that, the gag was replaced in Larry’s mouth.

"It’s about time to land. Phyla, get him ready and take your place in the chair beside me."

Larry remained shackled to the floor as he felt the plane descend. It would be a hard lesson for him to remain quiet. He hated the gag. He already hated Phyla for what she was allowed. He rebelled at being turned over to her. He would learn to please his Mistress.