Early yesterday morning, Master promised to step up my slave training. To recap: it entails more “sensation” (pain), orgasm training (on demand), and <shudder> drinking urine. As is His way, He was reserved for a few days while considering His decision to proceed fully and without hesitation.

But now the decision is made and our life continues in this rather offbeat manner.

Yesterday began with the routine of orally pleasuring Master’s cock until it becomes hard and throbs. When in His more meditative state, this requires a bit more effort on my part. But i’m a trooper and made sure the task was accomplished in fine form. “Never give up…never say die.”

i then got the kittens fed and started His shower. Washing Him is always a pleasure, gliding my hands over His body while using His manly-smelling soap. It’s a pleasure both tactile and other-sensory.

Anyway…

After the shower and other morning duties were wrapped up, Master took me back into the bedroom and got me warmed up with a few delicious orgasms.

Then…He got “the look”. It’s the type of look that tells me there’ll be a few changes coming up. It was at that point that i realized the orgasms were a bit of a gift to help soften the news.

“I’ve been going back and forth on this and made the decision to fully implement your slave training.” That meant my respite over the holidays wasn’t to be extended indefinitely. He continued, “This will incorporate orgasm training, more pain training so you can at least handle it better and drinking urine. Plan on having at least 10 orgasms tonight.”

i’m fine with the orgasm training overall….love love love it (except when too tired). The pain training is something i’ve come to view as being a temporary sensation. But the urine thing? <breathing out> Definitely a mind-bender. But it is what it is.

Master left shortly for work and i continued on with the day.

Evening arrived and Master got home from work. Dinner was in the oven and the house smelled great.

Master goes into the bathroom…i’d been secretly eye-balling His movements to see how soon He’d begin to implement that part of the training.  i hope to hear the muffled flush of the toilet as evidence that He added His fluid to the city’s water system. But to no avail.

Tap. Tap. Tap.  He stands in the doorway to get my attention. There was no denying His intention. i resignedly went into the bathroom. Sitting there on the sink was The Cup. (yes it deserves capital letters as it figures prominently in my angst)

Master had mercifully diluted His bodily fluid with water at this initial stage…but geez…there was at least 16 oz in The Cup! i figured it was easiest to just get it over with. So you know how you stop breathing while swallowing in order not to taste something? Think of times you had to take nasty-tasting cough syrup – same principle.

So i gulped down about a third of the contents.

“Is that enough, Master?”

“No. The whole thing.” 

i worked hard not to roll my eyes or sigh or exhibit outward signs of hesitance, as that would warrant a form of correction. i gulped down another third.

“How’s that, Master?” 

“The…whole…thing” He stated firmly. There was no getting out of it. Sh**!  The last bit of it went down, but not without a shudder.  

He had a small smile on His face. Yes, He enjoyed watching me squirm even though there’s always a part of Him which is empathetic.

i didn’t know if i could partake in dinner after drinking that much “stuff”, but thankfully the lure of the food was able to overcome the queasy feeling in my stomach.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. We stayed up to watch the evening news, then went to bed. i was pretty tired and hoping that He’d bypass the orgasm training. Instead, He gave me an option of 10 orgasms, or 10 pussy strikes. i did a bit of mental math…

10 orgasms requires a tremendous amount of energy…and a bit of time. One doesn’t just rattle off 10 in a row in a matter of 15 seconds. My muscles were still a bit sore from the personal training session with James the day before. Not to mention my tired state. So i found myself opting for the pussy strikes…figuring they’d be over with relatively quickly.

Master got His favorite blue rod and i positioned myself on the bed – on my back and legs in the air. Whack! (first one wasn’t too bad). “Whack” “Whack” (that one stung a bit). “Whack”  Then…”WHACK!” It hit dead center on my clit piercing with enough force to send me into fetal position. F*%$ that hurt!

It took me a few moments to catch my breath and deal with the waves of pain. Then it occurred to me that i still have 5 more to go. That’s when i couldn’t keep from sobbing. Master let me lay there quietly, then i decided to get it over with….tears or no tears.

i rolled back into position, struggling to control my breathing, and raised my legs once more. Master was still firm, but noticeably gentler in His strikes. He stopped at 9, granting me the grace of not having to endure 10.

Soon afterwards, we were snuggled up against each other as is our nighttime routine. i was still feeling the emotional effects of the strikes and silently wanted Master to tell me how special I was. How much He adored me or appreciated what i did. But He remained silent.

i couldn’t sleep, so finally blurted out…“Tell me I’m special.” i needed reassurance that i wasn’t undergoing this process “just because”.

Master understood exactly what was needed and spent time murmuring sweet, caring words that were full of love and appreciation. He filled my heart back up to full and we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Tomorrow would contain another set of challenges but for now, all was right in our world.