Chapter 5

Every morning we were told we would follow the same rituals before the day’s lesson. I was excited to get to that lesson. We still had a lot of preparation to “open our minds” to learning. The next one included the judicious use of physical and mental pain.

We were put through the paces of learning 14 physical positions. Pepper physically demonstrated them all to us. She was incredibly sexy. Our instructor reminded me of a succubus that would pull you down to hell with her to share in her forbidden lusts. She had a dangerous look to her.

Then Tucker and her would call out each position and whip us with floggers and paddles if we fucked up. They would correct our positions and make sure we were precise in every movement. The positions included Wait, Attention, Wall, At Your Service, Inspection, Waitress, Egyptian, Collar Me, Humble, Ready to Please, Nadu, Table, Footstool, and Doll.

I won’t bore you with the details of each one but suffice to say that many of them left us fairly well exposed and vulnerable. “You will execute these positions with precision and without hesitation if you hear these words in your presence. I don’t care if you think they may be out of context. It is better to be in position,” she informed us.

“If a stranger walks up to you on Main Street or Grove Street and says one of these commands, and you don’t immediately execute it precisely, then what does that say about us? That we are just giving out Eternity collars you didn’t earn?” Tucker asked. It was a fair point. He also said it reflected upon our Master or Mistress. “You think they paid for you to be here to have fun? You are here to learn. Let’s see some effort. Take this seriously. This is your bread and butter. You will be placed into these positions for the amusement of your betters. You will be placed into these positions to be inspected. Inspections can reveal sores, bruises, and serious health issues. You will be placed into these positions to be fucked, or used in some way.

I shivered a little at the thought of a total stranger being able to tell me to adopt some of these positions. The Doll position, in particular, was very humiliating. I was lying on my back with my legs spread and my arms over my head. The implication was that the person could lay on top of me and fuck the shit out of me.

Do you have a question, Jasmine? You look like you either have your mind on perverted little thoughts or a question. I hope it is a question,” Tucker asked me. He sounded very practiced at that particular quote, and I imagine he had said it before to someone else. It made me feel small to have to answer to him because he was almost half my age.

“If someone were to tell me to adopt the Doll position and then walk away, do I have to stay there until someone tells me to stop?”

“Very good question,” Tucker stepped on my tits with his shoe and ground them. “You are a thinker. I like that. You will hold the position for approximately five minutes after the person leaves. Even if they tell you to stay there forever. You do not have to do so. You have work to carry out. You will remain there in case they come back. We don’t want you running off. If you are there longer than five minutes, that is your decision, though. Obviously, your Master or Owner can leave you parked someplace for much longer.”

I learned that parking was the term they used at Dolphin Shores for leaving a slave alone unsupervised. “A parked slave is usually chained wrist to ankles and left bent over. In general, as long as she is chained to a lamppost or even a bike rack. The Master will park his slave if he is going inside a restaurant or to talk with someone else and wants to leave his slave outside. In general, no one will give you orders or mess with you while you are parked.”

“Thank you, Master,” I replied. We were mostly unplugged for this training. I could feel my asshole clench a little as I thought about what I would be doing from now on whenever I went to the store. I had been lucky so far, and no one had even talked to me.

Once they were satisfied, we knew how to do the positions we were told to get in the humble position. This is where the slave is on her knees and bends forward with her nose and nipples dragging the ground. Each one of us was called up individually and placed in the table position. It is what you may think – basically be a four-legged table on all fours. Legs are spread very wide, and the back is as straight as possible.

I was introduced to the concept of affirmations. Tawny was the first one to endure it. It is basically fifteen minutes of being beaten with leather straps and wooden rods while Tucker and Pepper ask questions. They expect truthful, detailed, and explicit answers. You can’t just say “Yes” – you have to say why you answered that way. They also don’t let you ramble. They want you to stay on the point.

They slap your ass, tits, back, and thighs – no place is off-limits. The pain is supposed to get the adrenalin pumping and heighten the intensity.

The instructors would also ask us questions about our bodies.

“What is this?” as they pointed to our ass.

“An asshole, Mistress?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling you, Mistress. That is my Asshole.”

“What is it used for?”

If Tawny even hesitated a moment, she’d get beaten much harder. Pepper told her that it was for carrying around her shit and amusing her betters. “It is a fuck hole you use to pump cum out of cocks. I want to hear you say it, slut”

Tawny repeated what she was told, but Pepper wanted her to paraphrase it in her own words so that it would sink in. “My asshole is a cum hole. I use it to pump cocks and carry cum! I also use it to shit, Mistress.”

Then she would ask us about our tits – milk sacks. She would say they serve as pinatas to be spanked when we are naughty or misbehaved. “The more sensitive your nipples, the better it is. The more pain that can be inflicted, the faster you will learn your lessons and retain them. You can’t just rely on memory. You have to experience pain to learn. The pain will act as muscle memory. It will help you understand the cost of disobedience.”

Karen scoffed, but next, it was her turn. They didn’t just ask about our bodies. They asked about our shortcomings. “Why didn’t you want to come here?”

“I am lazy and prideful, Ma’am. I wanted to continue just being a housewife,” Karen replied.

“Why did you agree to move to Dolphin Shores then?”

“I thought it may be fun. I didn’t realize service was hard work. I thought it was all bedroom stuff, Ma’am.”

“Bedroom? You will fuck like a dog right here on the lawn, won’t you?” Pepper rammed the handle of a wooden spoon she was hitting her with up her ass and made her fuck it in front of everyone.

When it was my turn, I was also asked why I wanted to be a slave. “I love to make people happy. I love to give pleasure. I do not want to tease. I want to please, Ma’am.”

“Oh, Mother Theresa here wants to be a nasty slut to cure world hunger?” Pepper twisted my words. I knew she was supposed to tease and humiliate me. It was part of the process. Pepper said saying the words out loud made them feel more real and satisfying.

There were always combinations of physical and mental exercises in the training. As an example, I learned there was a proper way to be escorted in Dolphin Shores. Tucker demonstrated that three of the common techniques using Bambi.

The first form of escort he put her in the wait position. Her hands were bound behind her back. Her legs were spread shoulders width apart. Her eyes were looking straight forward. A chain was attached to her collar as a leash. She was expected to either walk directly in front of him or one step behind him. The Master will take the lead, and you’ll fall in line. He may like to watch your butt wiggle, or he may prefer you behind him. We were each expected to complete a walk up and down Grove Street this way.

Tucker used a leather crop to speed us up, slow us down, or order us to high step – which is where we bring our knees up as high as we can. We were supposed to keep our shoulders back, our tits pushed out, and our jaws clenched shut unless we were spoken to. Tucker made small talk with me as if this was a normal morning. It was still quite early in the day.

The second form of escort was called a procession. It was more formal and usually involved more than one girl. I had never heard of a “ponygirl” before. Pepper had a chest with ornate feathered headdresses and leather harnesses. She allowed us to try them on, and we each had a crack at procession individually and then all four of us together.

We walked side by side in a straight line about two feet apart. We also walked with the woman behind us, pressing her titties to our backs. Tawny has huge knockers -I couldn’t even feel her knees against the back of my thighs because they were so big.

They put us in leather harnesses and added ringing bells – which was very cute. It made it obvious we were coming down the road. I felt like I was one of Santa’s reindeer jingling everywhere I went!

The main idea when doing it together was to march in steps – two by two. All four girls’ right feet should touch the ground at the same time. Karen had the most trouble with this, and she was strapped frequently until she got it. Tits should jiggle, butts should wiggle, but posture was critical. The idea was that we were literally human ponies who might be expected to pull a cart. It was all very exciting and new to me.

We were also shown our physical handles. Our nose, ears, clit hood, and even our butt plugs could be grabbed to lead us around. “If a leash is not handy, someone can pull you forward by your nipples or tie a small string to your clit.”

Pepper demonstrated on all of us. She mentioned this was more useful for short distances and around the house. I couldn’t imagine it happening at my house. I asked if crawling at home was acceptable instead.

“Oh, absolutely, and if your master doesn’t want to escort you, then it is perfectly acceptable to just walk beside them. However, you do need to know the proper forms of escort. Since you brought up crawling, I’ll show you the final standard form of escorting in public,” Pepper answered my question.

The last form of the escort was called “puppy play,” and I had seen women doing it around the neighborhood. I assumed they were just crawling around. However, there was a lot more to it. I wore gloves with no finger holes – basically paws. I was fitted with a puppy mask made of leather, and then I was expected to crawl, sniff, sit up and beg and generally bark like a dog.

It was incredibly humiliating and fun at the same time. We were to act like well-trained dogs on the leash and heel behind our master unless he wanted us in front of him. We weren’t to talk – only make yipping sounds. One yip for yes and nothing for no (with the presumption being we would never be disagreeable and say no). The asphalt was hot, but they even gave me leather pads for my knees which made it much easier to crawl around. The four of us sniffed each other and played around like puppies for thirty minutes.