Parte 12 - Training
My training with the red satin ribbon and ring around my neck lasted several
weeks. Onda kept me tightly under her direct control, constantly pulling or
releasing the ribbon to create a sort of natural instinct in me to know exactly
at what distance from her she wanted me to be. The ribbon became my constant
companion, even in sleeping. Before going into my cage at night, I had to roll
it up and keep it next to me until ordered to come out again. I also got used
to washing myself with it and perform any action with the ring round my neck.
When called out of my cage, I had to hand Onda her end of the ribbon, which she
would take with her strong, huge fingers, 6 times the size of mine, 6 times as
strong. I couldn't stop marveling at this.
During those weeks I had no alternative but to follow Onda everywhere in the
house. When stopping I would usually receive a command to sit down, stay on my
feet, lie down, and so on. When going to the toilet she'd keep me next to her
but make me look the other way so I couldn't see her naked. I could smell her
panties on the ground, I could sense her body odors, but I wasn't allowed to
look at her, which, of course, had its inevitable effects.
My sexual desire grew by the day. The stricter she watched me, the tighter her
grip on me, the more aroused I got. I couldn't stop thinking about Onda in her
amazing size, her imposing presence. She knew what to do with me and did it
with complete assertiveness. As long as I obeyed she'd let me be, but if I ever
showed the least resistance or even delay in carrying out her commands, her
punishment would await me on the spot. Once, for instance, I took too long to
do what she had told me. She simply took the ribbon and tied her end of it to a
doorknob, tight enough for me to stand on the tip of my toes but not to rest on
my whole foot soles. I couldn't let go either, since the ring would start
throttling me. In the meantime she continued casually walking around the house,
hardly paying any attention to me and my little struggle against my impossible
position. After a few hours, in which the pain in my legs grew almost
unbearable, Onda came up to me and asked,
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, Pril?"
"Yes, my queen", I replied through my stiff throat. "I'm sorry
to have been slow in doing what you told me to. I deserved my punishment. It
won't happen again".
And with this, she undid the knot and I collapsed down to the floor, at her
powerful feet.
The number of chores she gave me to do also increased drastically. Do you
remember the first one, on my first night out of the cage, when she told me to
hand her the TV remote control? Well, anything possible, anything within my
reach, at my height, became part of my obligations. For instance, I started to
carry her coffee from the kitchen into the living room. It wasn't as heavy as
it was uncomfortable, and I had to be very careful, for not only was it quite
hot, but spilling was absolutely forbidden.
She also provided me with my first clothing ever. So far all I had had was some
rough material, which I had used in my cage bed to cover myself at night. I had
never been allowed to take it out of there, so I had always walked naked around
the house. One day Onda gave me a couple of togas she had made for me. When I
tried them on she smiled a little and said she'd have to find someone to take
care of that. That was the first time she ever mentioned anyone else entering
our little world. I didn't know it then, but she was talking about Molly.
Together with my chores, Onda also made sure I would become obedient beyond any
reason, whether I knew it or not. We started to perform a few minutes of
"obedience" a night, which became the foreword to the Ten
Commandments, which continue to this day, as you know. In the obedience
sessions I had to do whatever she’d tell me to, immediately and without
questions. The whole scene could resemble quite well what you see in the circus
with tamed bears, or at a friend's with his dog. Onda would sit on a sofa or
chair and make me sit, stand, run around, hop, jump, dance, sing, play dead,
and numerous other "tricks" that extremely humiliated me at the
beginning. I tried to resist them, but her terrible punishments made any
attempts absolutely impossible. I was hers, for her to do with me what she
wanted.
Finally, one night, before saying good night at my cage door, Onda sat on her
bed and said,
"Pril, on your knees". I did as she said. "You seem to have gone
through this stage quite well. You're being a good and obedient boy. How do you
feel about it?"
"I feel very well about it, my queen. I'm only happy you're pleased".
"Good", she replied. "From tomorrow on we'll continue as today,
but without the ribbon. You'll still keep close to me, unless I tell you
otherwise, but the ring will be off.
“Take it off,” she ordered and, as when ‘I’ had put it on, I tried for a few
minutes to get rid of it, but I couldn't.
"Come here", she said.
And taking me in one of her hands, she grabbed the ring with the other and
pulled it very hard upwards. The miracle worked again. My chin, nose and ears
were a bit hurt, but the ring was off. Within my very limited possibilities, I
was becoming a free man.
"Now kiss my feet and get into your cage", she ordered.
Still feeling a little funny without the ring around my neck and throat, I
walked into my cage, looking forward to the next day.
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