Training a Slave to Dom (Private)

[Porcelain]

*settles at the table with her signature glass of red wine, and nods*

So, let's begin. What has prompted you to trade yourself into a life of slavery? What are you seeking to gain from this experience?

[Valter]

Pleasure, yes? ::He settles down as well, leaning on the table:: I quite love being controlled, really.

[Porcelain]

Alright. So you are seeking physical -and- emotional pleasure from this experience.

Have you ever been in chains? Have you ever been dominated by anyone before?

[Valter]

Just very, quite few times. Then, of course, I was quite excited by it, I was.

[Porcelain]

Alright. Now- Usually, when taking a new slave I would use an established, trained slave as an example. However, I do not have anyone at my disposal at the moment, so I am going to use you.

It will be a light use- An introduction to my methods, to see if you seek to have me dominate you.

You are allowed at any moment, and always under my domination, to leave and seek a mistress that better provides for you.

I will never hurt you, or push you past your limits. If you choose to stay with me, once during your training I will push you past your safe word. I will hurt you, to show you that you must never do that if you ever seek to dominate another.

Do you accept my use? Do you swear to obey my commands, and accept whatever punishment I may give you if you do not?

[Valter]

Yes. I swear on it. ::He nods, idly rubbing his chin with his index finger:: I will obey you, mistress.

[Porcelain]

Very well then.

I want you to remove all of your clothes, and since I do not have anyone to prepare you, after you have done so, I will prepare you myself. If you stay with me, you will need to learn how to do these things yourself.

[Valter]

Prepare me? Clothe me, then?
::He nods, unbuttoning his shirt, quite slowly. The other hand reaches down to work his pants off, lowering them after they're loose, if just a bit. In a subtle motion, he drops his shirt, standing then to slowly work his pants down::

[Porcelain]

You seem hesitant. Hesitancy will be tolerated for a time, but I will expect quicker results in the future. Now- Take off -all- of your clothes. No, I will not be clothing you in anything else. I will be outfitting you in the chains of your slavery. Do you understand?

And also- I want you now to tell me your safe word. As stated, I will only push you past it once, but that will come later when I have evaluated your limits.

[Valter]

My safe word? Ah. . .something unusual could do.
::He drops his pants fully, along with any undergarments, nodding as he moves to idle nudely::
"Shield"? Sounds. . . out of place enough. ::He shifts uncomfortably, coming to the idea of his lack of clothes::

[Porcelain]

Shield will do fine. Do not hesitate to call your safe word. And if you ever forget it, there shall be dire consequences. Someday that word could save your life.

*Surveys your body unabashedly*

You are well built...

*Circles you, before retrieving something from a drawer. Four leather shackles, that are fitted to lock in place.*

Be still, slave. I am going to enclose your ankles and wrists, and then I am going to outfit you in a collar.

*Proceeds to lock the shackles on your wrists and ankles, with no chains between them just yet.*

Since you are male, you will go barefoot. Were you female, I would have you wearing stilletos.

*Reaches into the drawer again, and withdraws a locking collar with a D-ring on it, and moves to you, locking it in place.*

In the future, you would be bathed, and covered with cologne. With the lack of assistance, this shall have to do for now.

*Looks her slave over, pleased with his appearance. Her own body, clad in a black full-body PVC catsuit, contrasted nicely against his nude form. Pulls a leather foot-stool, rather large, from the corner of the room into the center, not caring to take him to the warehouse yet.*

I want you to lean over that stool, pet.

[Valter]

::He nods, feeling the shackles, smiling deviously as he falls to his knees, leaning over the stool, eyes wandering, cautious::
These fit quite snugly. . ~ ::He nods, his ass resting against his ankles as he leans, his toes supporting him::

[Porcelain]

Indeed.

Now, I want you to be very still. I am going to use you now, but I am not going to bind you, as that would require assistance. If you rise to move, I will ask you to leave. Do you understand?

[Valter]

Yes, mistress. ::He says in a soft, a bit dry tone. Perhaps it was just how his vocal chords were naturally built, most likely. He shifts uncomfortably once more::

[Porcelain]

*Nods gently*

Good pet.

*Goes to a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen, and withdraws a riding crop, with a leather pad at the tip. The leather would distribute force evenly, to reduce the amount of pain. It would be perfect for her intent. She made her way to him, and knelt in front of him, holding the handle to his lips.*

Kiss the crop.