Proper Training

Chapter One-3

Then I thought… she asked me two different times today “if there was anything else I wanted to talk about.” Then there was the comment about “being ready and able to have sex.” I have to think about this some more. But if I confront her with it and she knows nothing about it, I could be opening a whole new can of worms. Maybe I’ll keep it in the back of my mind, my mouth shut and see what happens.

Just then my phone buzzed. I got a text from Alex. “Word’s out.”

What the f**k? Quickly I texted him back. “What do u mean, word’s out.”

He got back to me. “Someone said they had a special key.”

“Who was it?”

“Don’t know. Get back to u.”

I opened up f******k and checked out Messenger, looking at every posting, but couldn’t find a thing. Well, that ruled my mother out. She doesn’t use either one of them. Now we’ll just have to find out who posted it.

Then I texted him back. “Come over tonight. Mom’s going out to dinner.”

“K”

I was excited, but I was also horny. I need to jerk off. For some reason reading those stories excited me. I opened my laptop and read some more, increasing my excitement. My c**k tried its damnedest to get hard. It pushed and pried so hard on those bars, it hurt. My reading about chastised men led me back to those Femdom stories. There were whips and chains as well as the chastity cages. Bondage and discipline always got me even more excited. A whole new world opened up to me several years ago, but I needed to know more. I immediately realized that if this chastity thing is real, so is the rest of it. As I continued to read a pop-up appeared on my screen. “Join the fun at The Devil’s Palace” with an address in New York City. There was a video playing in the background of a guy locked to a frame shaped like an X. A woman in sexy, black leather was behind him holding a whip.

God, my c**k was trying to get hard. It continued to fight the solid steel bars, trying to get erect, trying to escape its bondage. It actually hurt, but for some strange reason I liked it. I slid my hand into my shorts and rubbed the steel and the flesh that was squeezed through the bars. I could feel a tingle deep in my balls and rubbed them as well. Quickly I click out of that site and closed my computer.

“f**k!” I screamed.

“What’s that dear?”

“Nothing, Mom.”

“Okay. I’m going out for dinner. See you later.”

By the time my mother was backing out the drive way, Alex was coming in the back door.

“So who has the key?”

“I don’t know yet. All it said was, ‘I have a special key that someone desperately needs. Call me.’ But there was no number. Who do you think it is?”

“How the f**k do I know. You got the posting on your phone, not me. I couldn’t find it.”

“Calm down.”

“Well, you gotta find out. Click on it. Message them back.”

“Hey, I’m working on it.”

“You know… I even wondered if my mother did this to me.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. Your mother?”

“I read a story….”

“Stop! Wait a minute. Those stories are totally fiction. There’s no way your mother is going to touch your stuff. Give me a f*****g break. No way. Not your mother.”

“Yea, I guess you’re right. It has to be some girl at the party.”

“Don’t rule out several girls. But what puzzles me is where they got the cage and why’d they pick you?”

“Because I was drunk at the party, and I keep trying to date some of them and get in their pants. It’s their way of making me back off. I’m sure they’re laughing their asses off right now because of what they did to me. They control my life. It’s total Femdom.”

“What’s Femdom?”

“Female domination. Women controlling men.”

“Do you actually think they brought the thing with them and intentionally got you drunk?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think I had that much to drink. As far as I can remember I had three beers and a couple shots of liquor. Even smoking a little grass shouldn’t have put me out like that. Do you think someone put something in my beer?”

“I don’t know; it’s possible. A roofie maybe?”

“Who helped me in on the bed. Maybe it was all planned out from the beginning.”

“I suppose it’s possible.”

“I don’t know. Do you have any other ideas?”

“Yea… your sister showed up for a while at the party.”

“My sister? Yea, right.”

“Hey, I’m only saying.”

Finally I drew up the site that excited me so much. A video ad popped up with a whole new scene. This time a guy was tied over a saw horse or something like it, and a woman was beating his ass with a riding crop. We watched it intently, and it had the same effect on me. I was so turned on. Again my c**k tried to break out from the solid solitary confinement of the cell that held it. I was so hot that pre-c*m dripped through the end of the cage and ran down onto my nuts. God, I needed to rub my d**k and make it spurt its juice.

Alex laughed. “Nobody can take a whipping like that. His screaming is so f*****g fake.”

“I know, but I wanted to show it to you.”

Deep inside, I knew it was real. I saw the whip hit his ass. I could see it pound deep into his flesh, instantly leaving a dark red stripe across his tender butt. He thrashed in his bonds from the immense pain she created. Time after time she left streaks of pain across his ass cheeks. He couldn’t escape, and she didn’t stop the brutal beating.

I never moved my eyes from his ass. The whipping excited me so. God, I wished it was me locked over that torture thing. I learned later from one of the stories it was actually called a horse. My balls churned, filling themselves with spunk. Before long I knew what they meant by blue balls, but I also knew there was no way to end my discomfort.

The video continued, and my cravings grew deeper. I wanted to be that guy, dominated by those women. I wanted to be locked over that horse. I wanted to be whipped by that woman.

That lust for domination raged through me. I’ve never felt anything like it. At that moment I understood. My c**k and balls were no longer mine. Some woman, somewhere, controlled me, and I craved more.

I never let Alex know what I was feeling. He wouldn’t understand.

Finally I shut off the site.

“Can you find that posting again?”

He looked for a couple more minutes. “It’s gone. It’s taken down already.”

“Are you sure it was there and you read it right?”

“Of course I’m sure. Do you think I’m f*****g stupid.”

I didn’t answer that.

“People post things all the time and take them down. It was done for effect. Whoever holds you key will contact you before long.”

“I sure hope so,” I told him, but deep inside I wanted to stay in the cage for a while longer. I wanted to feel what it was like to be totally controlled by a woman.”

“There it is!” he shouted. “There it is!”

“Key, key, who’s got the key?” appeared on his screen. We both saw it. Someone was playing a game with me. We had to find out. Moments later it too was gone.

Alex hung out for a while. We talked about our normal stuff.

After a while Alex left, and I put together a menu and grocery list. When Mom got home, we discussed it. She removed several of the items on the list. She had them in stock.

“Well, this is a good start for a teenage boy,” she commented, but pizza and burgers isn’t going to cut it. Think about the meals I fix and modify your list a little. I don’t expect perfection the first week, but you’ll get there by the time we get done.”

I added baked chicken and asked her, “I put lasagna on the menu. Will you show me how to make it?”

“That’s why you’re doing this. You have to learn, and I’ll help you. After a few weeks, you’ll be able to handle it all by yourself.”

“Why isn’t Mindy learning this as well?”

“She helps out in the kitchen quite often.”

That’s funny, I thought. I seldom ever see her there unless she’s pawing through the refrigerator looking for something to eat. Then speaking of the devil, she walked in the front door.

“Rough night, last night, squirt?”

“A little.”

“Hear you’re grounded.”

“Yea, for a while.”

“Taking over the cooking too, I heard. You’ll make someone a really good wife someday. She can just lie around in leisure, sipping a little wine while you do all the housework. Heck, you do all the laundry and cleaning, and now you’re cooking. I know who’ll wear the panties in your family. I sure hope I can find a guy like you in the future.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll try. You can always blackmail him with some pictures you took in the shower.”

“Alright you two.”

Mom stopped it before it got any further.

“By the way, slave boy,” she emphasized. “Did you wash my new jeans?”

“Of course. Don’t I always? They’re folded and in your drawer rather than kicked in the corner of your room.”

“Stop it now,” Mom said.

Mindy disappeared into her room.

On Sunday morning we went to the market and I had my list. We bought everything I needed plus a few other things that Mom said would help.

While driving home she asked, “You alright with this?”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s definitely a good thing knowing how to cook. After all, I’ll be going off to college next year. Besides It gives something to do while I’m grounded.”

That night I made the lasagna for dinner with a tossed salad and Italian bread. After we ate, I was expected to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Thank God for dish washers.

I headed for my room after that and got on my laptop. Those Femdom stories really excited me, but then I discovered X Tube and all the videos available. It was easy to find lots of guys being used and abused by their Mistresses. About midnight I finally shut off my light and went to bed, but sleep was difficult with the pressure in my balls and all those images on men being tortured and beaten. Tomorrow was going to be a very trying day. It would be my first day in school wearing the cage. I wondered how many people knew I was locked up tight.

Everyone lingered in the hallway waiting for the bell to ring. I tried to see the expression of some of the kids who were at the party, but nothing seemed any different. Alex and Bobby joked with me a little, but it was all in fun. Just before the bell rang Jill came up to me.

“Some vampire bite you on the neck?”

“Yea, I wonder who that might have been.”

“I have no idea, but if you’d like to meet up with me later, I can give you one somewhere else.”

“And where would that be?”

“Come to my house after school, and you’ll find out. My mother doesn’t get home from work tonight until seven.”

“I wish I could, but I got grounded for getting drunk Friday night. I’m out of commission for a month, maybe more.”

“A whole f*****g month?”

“Yea, if I’m lucky.”

The bell rang, so we had to get to class. The rest of the day was totally uneventful as were Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But Friday was different.

When I went to my locker just before fifth period Chemistry, I found a key taped near the handle. There was no note, just a small brass key. Immediately I knew it wouldn’t fit the lock. The key I needed actually had a curve to it which according to their website makes it impossible to pick or duplicate. This one was flat. But, it was a message from my keyholder. The person or persons involved wanted me to know that they were around me every day and had complete control of me. It wasn’t just in school. It was a 24/7 situation. I imagined her lying in bed at night bringing herself to her second orgasm and laughing because I can’t get myself off.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but everyone seemed to be going about their own business much like usual.

Alex and Bobby met me at lunch, and we discussed the key.

“It’s someone right here. She had to be at the party. Maybe we should think back and make a list of every girl who we saw there. We’ll all compile our lists tonight and then compare them at tomorrow. Do it on your own,” I told them.