You Need Obedience : First Lessons


"Good afternoon to you."  The trainer opened the door for an eager Jenny.   
"He is housetrained and is working on leash training." 

Jenny looked with joy on her little male.  Damien was held securely between 
the training posts.  The gag was in place; for all she knew it hadn't 
been removed since she gave him to the village trainer.  Little Damien was 
as nervous as any born and raised outside Sorority, but submitted bravely 
to the gag. 

As she left, she could hear her "fiance" (to use his word) whimpering in 
response to the trainer's paddle, but kept walking.  She understood the 
value of good training, before any unpleasant habits could appear in a 
relationship.  Damien was a typical male, weak and helpless, not as much 
physically (males from outside Sorority tended toward larger size) but 
emotionally; as easily hurt as any male, from Sorority or not. 

"Please remove the gag, Ms Martinet." Jenny smiled with anticipation.   
"Please." 

Jenny held her breath as the trainer untied and removed the gag.  Damien 
smiled at her gratefully.  He looked so fetching in his lacy stockings 
and frilly apron.  Jenny had been surprised how upset the little male was 
at the thought of wearing soft, delicate clothes.  She knew he'd look as 
pretty as any male with frills and lace caressing his little body; but he 
had whined so insistently. 

That was why she'd had him trained.  Jenny knew that she knew what was 
best for her loveslave (to use her much more accurate word), and her 
weak, helpless male was denying both his own nature and hers by 
pretending to self-sufficiency, by shielding with his ego a child psyche 
she knew was far safer in her care.  Jenny felt compassion for all males 
raised outside Sorority, but _her_ male was rescued - and two weeks of 
discomfort could help him unlearn his wrong upbringing. 

"Um ... hi Jenny." 

Jenny felt the familiar stir of maternal love and sexual lust at the sound 
of Damien's voice.  She affectionately stroked his naked back with her 
whip, smiled in response to his sigh, his naked worship of her.  The 
little male's voice was what first attracted her to him.  Activated her 
maternal instinct, Jenny's mom said.  All Jenny knew was that she'd waited 
two long weeks to hear that sexy voice, to see that cute little body, to 
feel that warm, wet, delicious tongue on her special parts.   

After two weeks waiting, she almost wanted to ignore his foolish misstep.   
But she could never hurt her male so; allowing something small would be 
like tempting him with something big.  Damien was weak and helpless - and 
her responsibility.  Sorority had trained Jenny well.  She knew her place, 
and was willing to do what was necessary so Damien would know his too. 

"I love you, little boy."  Jenny smiled despite her disappointment.  "A 
lot." 

Jenny winced inwardly at the sound of her whip on the male's well-spanked 
backside.  She measured three strokes, keeping her strokes as light as if 
her Damien were physically the child that all males are emotionally.  She 
named the bad - speaking without permission, standing without permission 
and using her familiar name, and after the lashes named the good - speak 
and stand only with permission, and call her "Mommy" or "Mothermistress." 

Jenny smiled inwardly at the trainer's pleased expression but kept her 
face serious, let her Damien see the love behind the displeasure.  She was 
rewarded with contrite tears and soft, childlike sobs from her thoroughly 
broken, weak and helpless loveslave.  Jenny kissed his forehead tenderly. 

"A good attitude adjustment."  The trainer untied Jenny's housetrained 
male.  "You two get reacquainted; his leash is by the door."