“Come with me to the garden, little one. And put on your robe it’s chilly this time of year with nothing on.”
“The garden, master?”
“Yes, I don’t want little ears to catch something we should discuss in private.”
We left Cunt in the kitchen and went through the big garden doors in the living room.
Our garden has been designed for one purpose only, being my parents could play out in the open without any prying eyes disrupted our privacy. It was a big garden, to Dutch standards anyway and my father made what he called a triple perimeter security. From outside in, the first line of defense was a 5 meter wide trench all around the property. It was connected to a small river further down the road. The only way in was via the front of the house. The second defense – his words not mine – was a fence 2,5 meter, about 82 feet high. And last but not least all around the fence were trees planted that shaded the garden well and thus kept the temperature inside pleasant. It also hid the ugly fence and added to the privacy factor.
‘My home is my castle’, my dad used to say, but I only realized a few yours ago how literally he took that.
With just a robe over her gorgeous body I couldn’t resist opening it and kiss her tits. These are a woman’s tits. Full and warm and pliable. Little one giggled.
“Only a man can truly understand the value of a woman’s breasts.”
“Tits, little one, tits.”
“Of course Sire, your tits.”
I spent a long time feasting on her tits until my hunger was satiated.
“Sit down little one. No not on the wet grass, sit on the bench over there for a change.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Responsible pet owners take a few week leave to train their new puppy. It needs to be housebroken, it needs attention and care. Of course that’s not always possible. But most owners regret with hindsight that they didn’t put the effort in it when the animal was young. We have our own puppy since yesterday little one. I know you like your work and there was a time in life you could use the money well. But the situation has changed little one. You are my property now and being part of this household makes it my responsibility to feed you and clothe you and take care of you. So it’s not like you don’t HAVE to work to make ends need, little one.”
“I will miss my work on the Alzheimer wards, master. They are such special people and many have a special place in my heart.” She sounded sad.
“I understand little one. But you don’t have to do the hard cleaning work anymore you know. You could visit them as a volunteer and spend some quality time with them instead.”
She liked that idea, I could tell. Time to push a little bit.
“I need you little one to train our puppy. She’s one stubborn animal that needs loving care and a strong hand. My next big job begins in about 5 weeks. Until then I will take the time off to work on her. But I do need you there as well.” She stayed silent for a while.
I knew that I had to get her on board of this train. If I didn’t she would feel neglected and jealous if Cunt was the only one under strict rules. Her deeply rooted masochistic feelings would cause problems long term. Maybe little one wasn’t a puppy anymore, she was not a full grown bitch either.
“In some ways it feels as a relief master. You know it’s hard physical work and I’m often knackered after work. But at the same time I feel guilty leaving them without a cleaning lady and I know how hard it is to get good staff.”
“I understand little one. I know they need you, but I need you more.”
“Can I go there today master and make up some story so that they’ll understand I can’t be there tomorrow?”
“Thank you little one. You know you can go there when and if you want to. I’m not keeping you a prisoner here.”
“Unlike Cunt.”
“Yes”, I admitted. “but only for six weeks”.
“I need to talk to you about that, master. May I speak frankly?”
“I have a feeling I’m going to regret this Litte One, but yes, you may say anything, as long as it’s honest.”
“Thank you, Sire. I know the whole training idea has been hyped on the Internet, and it does sound so sexy, most girls that are into this kinda thing have the feeling they want that also. But it’s not right, Sir to bully Cunt into submission. If you want a real relationship with her, and I do not mean a mother/son relationship, but a real master/slave relation than you will have to treat her as a person again. Someone who can think and express what she want to get out of this relation. It’s not enough to have her obey a zillion rules. Your goal I think should be to want her to follow the rules out of her own free will. You will have to learn to see your mother as a person and not a living robot of sorts.
And if I’m totally honest, Sir as I know I’ll have to. But you won’t like it. You don’t want into a master-slave relationship with her. You want to scare her so she will run away from you as hard as she can. If you do some soul searching master, you’ll find that you’re scared. Not of her, but of yourself. You’re afraid you’re going to love her someday.”
“Thank you for sharing that with me, little one. I will take your words into consideration. Is there anything you want to add to that, or can we go back in?”
That wasn’t what she had expected as an answer. I think she’d hoped that we could go into all the pro’s and con’s of her observations. We didn’t.
“No, Sir that was all.”
“Good, let’s go inside. I’m sure Cunt will be eager to start her training.”
“Explain to Cunt what Low Protocol is, Little one.” I said when we were back inside again.
“Low Protocol is the one we exercise most of the time our daily life. It’s still guided by strong rules and forms and etiquette’s, but it allows also “normal” life to happen, without preventing house chores, meals, free time and such”, Little one explained. “The rules are quite simple. The strict speech rule where you have to ask permission to speak, doesn’t apply in low protocol. Even if I don’t have to, I often do ask permission, because I know he likes to be quiet for a while. When I sense that mood, I try to leave him alone for a bit and when he feels ready for me he calls out for me. Of course I have to call him Sir. But we do have regular conversations in low protocol.”
“Tell the Cunt about your journal, Little one.”
“I have to keep a journal about what I felt that day, and be honest about it. I’m not allowed to lie. Be warned: Lying will get you severe punishment. But that’s not all, I’m not allowed to keep secrets as well. Master owns my body and soul and all my thoughts and hangups, fears and insecurities are his as well. I will have to write them down and give him the journal every morning. He doesn’t read all of it every day, I think but on some days he does. So I have zero privacy, and that Cunt is the most liberating feeling in the world. Because I trust my master more than 100%, I feel secure enough to open up to him. That was the first thing I noticed with this guy”, Little one gushed, “I met him when he was only 14 years old but he had this self confidence you rarely find with other grown men, let one young boys. Am I allowed to tell Cunt here the first time you put me in my place, Sir?”
I nodded. “If you feel it’s important Little one.”
“I do. So I had taken his virginity at his 14th birthday as a birthday present. And I asked to see him again. He seemed special, you know. I didn’t understand what or why, but I knew I had to hold on to him somehow, at least until I had figured him out. And he called me a week after his birthday, without a hint of nerves as I was shaking on the other side of the line, mind you and he was asking me to have drinks with him in the Concordia. Now, you know the Concordia, right…”
“Actually, I don’t”, Cunt interrupted her.
“I thought everyone knew. Never mind, suffice to say it’s not the place your average 14 year old will hang out. So we were supposed to meet at two ‘o clock and I was 10 minutes late. I mean, to me two ‘o clock meant somewhere around two right? So I arrived at maybe a quarter past two. And this kid that is already sitting there behind a cup of coffee – something noteworthy for a really young man – and he said looking me straight in the eyes ‘I work with my father on all kind of building projects. My time therefore is valuable. Next time we date I appreciate it if you could show up on time.’ So even so young there was no way he would let women walk all over him. He set his bounderies right from the beginning, and of course I was never late again.”
“Can I ask Laura a question, Sir?” Cunt asked.
“Please refer to her as Little one. And in low protocol you are always allowed to talk between the two of you, you don’t need my permission. If I want peace and quiet I will gag you or let you know.”
Cunt giggled. “When did he become your master, little one?”
“Looking back, that really happened very soon after I discovered I found a high value man. And I decided to give him the best education a woman can give. So, I used to live a quite chaotic and unhealthy life. My exes did quite a number on me, I guess. And even before he became my master he kept check that I got adequate sleep and rest, he held my self-criticism in check and always boosts my confidence. He learned me not to apologize myself for things that were beyond my control. And he told me I was beautiful and sexy and showed me that he wasn’t bullshitting me about that. After he took responsibility for me at his 16th birthday, another birthday gift by the way, he helped me to loose weight and he took me with him to the gym and we trained together. Can I tell her about the gym, master?”
“If it’s the last story how wonderful I am”, I grunted.
“Thank you master. You know I never get to tell people how kind and strong you are master. Indulge me for a moment, please. So the first time I went to the gym with him I was feeling very… Well I felt miss Piggy, right? And all the girls and guys looked like Ryker. Why do they work out so hard when there is not an ounce of fat on their bodies? Anyway, all these machines well they looked impressive as well. But the worst were the mirrors. Everywhere you looked I saw myself. Even if I was walking the other way, people could see my butt in the mirror without me even noticing they looked. Master demanded of me I wore a very tight legging with nothing under that so my tits were shaking in all directions, and my ass was like a jelly pudding. Of course it didn’t take long before one of those real good looking guys came up to me and started talking to my titties. Now remember, this was a prime A-quality meat hunk of a guy and of course I was flattered that he noticed me in front of all those gorgeous women in the gym with total work-out bodies.
So he said something the like of “Hey, I’ve never seen you here before”, so I told him I was here for the first time and he said like
“In that case let me show you around here.” And Ryker that was on the tredmill next to me just said calmly “She’s with me.” So Schwarzenegger laughs Ryker in the face and says “go home to your mom, sunny, this one is ALL woman.” And this guy put his big hands around my hips and pulls me from the tredmill. So I start to panic a bit, well more than a bit actually. And this 16 year old man over here that looks like David against Goliath stops this treadmill walks towards Schwarzenegger and says on a tone like ‘pass the salt please’, he says ‘take your hands off my girl’. And the guy just looks at master but he kept his hands on my bare waist. My face about 20 cm – eight inches – from his chest. Then I feel I hand in my hair. I still had an enormous amount of frizzy hair back then. So I feel my head pulled backwards and the next thing I feel is my masters lips on mine. The difference between a boy and a man is the willingness to put energy into something he hasn’t quite mastered yet. I taught him how to kiss and he had become a master at it. We were kissing inches away from this guys chest, but master just concentrated on one thing and he poured all his love in that kiss. I don’t know how long it lasted. I don’t remember this guy is taking his hands off me and walking away. I just know I’m getting wetter and more excited each second and I start to come right their and then with his lips still on mine. In the middle of the gym here I am cumming like a cheap whore just because of his kiss. He pulls his lips away from mine and only says softly to me ‘mine.’ You know how much we girls adore to be save by a big strong man, don’t you Cunt? My savior had rescued me from a much bigger opponent without a shred of force. And from that moment on, I was his.”
“You can tell entertaining stories, Little one”, I said dryly.
“So you have been her master for a few years”, my mother asked.
“Two years now. We never made that 24/7-commitment but in reality we are master and slave all day, every day. Most of the days low protocol is good enough, but sometimes we need to up the ante for a bit. Go back to your room little one, and be back around four. Take the rulebook with you. Explain the high protocol rules to Cunt.”
The two naked girls rushed out of the living room and I heard them both running up the stairs. I grabbed the journal of Little one, that she gave me this morning.
16 december 2021
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~ Anais Nin
I love it master to write the words you taught me. Each time you challenge me I grow into a better me. I need you in my life, every day a little bit more. But I’m scared master. Allow your slave to be scared for the unknown. It always has been difficult for me master, to adjust to the ever changing circumstances. I know nothing ever stays the same, but is it greedy of me my master to have wished the life we led for the last two years to continue just a little bit longer?
I know you feel that you’ll have to take care of your mother, and you will do so the only way you know how. I applaud you for it. You had every right after she treated you these last few years to send her away on the career path. I know you think she’s very submissive, but I just don’t know. She have had an awful lot of power these last few years, master. Power changes people. Look at Erdogan, Trump. Putin and all these little dictators that have had a taste of power and loved it so much it became their addiction. I think that she doesn’t NEED so much to submit as I do, master. Maybe she would have been just fine there in The Hague.
But you’ve made your decision and I have to accept this, master. It’s not that I don’t like her, or I resent to have a sister slave in the house. On the contrary I think to have a like-minded person in the house will be so nice. But I’m so scared it could all go to hell in a New York minute.
I understood Little one’s concerns. A master/slave relation is difficult enough but polyamory that’s whole different cookie, as we say here in Holland. But that ship has sailed, as they say in England and I’ll have to wing it as I go along. A real man doesn’t dodge his responsibilities.
“Little one, sit over there and keep an eye on me, in case I need you. Otherwise be quiet. I want you so quiet I can’t hear you breathe.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, Cunt come over here and stand in front of me. Closer. Hand behind your back, feet at shoulder width. What is the name of that position Cunt?”
“At ease, Sir.”
“Do you know what High Protocol is, Cunt?”
“Yes sir, I do.”
“Would you say we are now in a high protocol situation, cunt?”
I saw the first doubt on her face. She was unsure where this was going, but she was smelling a trap somewhere.”
“You didn’t say those words exactly, Sir, though you have mentioned that the training period would be in High Protocol.”
“I didn’t ask what I said before, Cunt. I know what I said before. Just answer the question, Are we now in High Protocol or not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And as you consider yourself in a High Protocol situation, do you know the speech rule to answer the questions of your master?”
“OMG. I forgot! Sir, I forgot. Truly sir.”
“This is called training for a reason, Cunt. If you knew all of it, I wouldn’t have to train you, now would I?”
“Present!” She took the right stance at once, folding her hands in her neck and looked straight forward. This was for an experienced slave something that was ingrained in her system. I took a riding crop from the table behind me to take care of the I hit her right thigh with moderately hard, and left a nice red mark there. Another first.
“I’m very keen on positions, Cunt as little one undoubtedly has told you already. I want you to make me proud with putting effort in taking your position quickly and always keep working on it, making it more perfect than the last one. Your last master wasn’t so keen on positions and gave you a lot of leeway with that, but I won’t. Of the three elements of your submission, Body, Attitude and Behavior , I like to play with the body the most. Maybe a bit too much for my own good. We’ll need to work hard on your body to shape it like the gorgeous body of my little one. There is one thing you’ll never will achieve no matter how hard you try and that is the glorious color of her skin. No matter how much you sunbathe or visit to the solarium your skin will always look pale compared to hers. So we will work on your body and little one here, will help you and show you the exercise you’ll need to take. Let’s talk a little about the other two elements for a moment. Tell me what were they again Cunt?
“Sir, behavior and attitude, sir.”
“Good. Slave attitude is about showing happiness and accepting who you are. Looking at you I can’t really say you look very happy, slave. Don’t put a stupid grin on your face. I learned from little one that if women look this way it’s most of the time there’s some unresolved issue bothering you. So why don’t you tell me what it is.”
“Remember you’ll have to tell him the truth and you’re not allowed to have any secrets”, little one said from the corner of the room.
“What was that, little one?”, I asked her in clipped tones.
“Sir, I was only trying to help, Sir.”
“So your name is Robin, the boy wonder, is it? Batman’s loyal friend and helper. Two things wrong here, Robin… You don’t look like a boy and I sure as hell didn’t ask for your help. Present!”
Little one jumped up and quickly got in the present position.
“So how many strokes with this nice whip you’ve earned by that move, little one?” I asked her.
“Sir, thirty hard strokes, Sir.”
I chuckled. “That may be a bit much for an attempt to help. I will give you ten. Count them, little one.
As the good slave she was she counted them and politely asked for the next one. 10 strokes with the riding crop on her bottom were not enough to make my little one shout out or bring her to tears. They were not that hard, anyway. I focused my attention again on Cunt.
“Ah well, little one succeeded in her attempt to give you some time to think about that question, Cunt. Let’s have your answer.”
“Sir, I’m scared Sir.”
“Cunt, when I ask you about your feelings, I want you to give me a comprehensive and complete answer. I can’t read your mind. If I don’t see or understand something it’s not my job to guess what you’re thinking, it’s yours to tell me what’s bothering you. Just ‘I’m afraid’ is simply not enough.”
Fear seemed to be the predominant sentiment in my house.
“I’m afraid that I will disappoint as your slave. I’m afraid I will be humiliated publicly and dread to be called a slave in the public eye. I have always felt cherished and could do whatever I wanted and I don’t know what to expect of you. I’m still mourning for the loss of my late husband and yet, I’m here shaking before you. Most of all I’m scared shitless that you won’t want me as your slave. But I want to please you, I want to prove myself to you that I can do this. I can be a slave for you that you can be proud of. Because in spite of everything, I need this. To live a slave’s life is the core of my being.”
She was shaking. I pulled her in my arms and all emotions came out crying. The sound was heartbreaking. I nodded towards little one that was sitting there with moist eyes and she joined us in the three-way hug. So much for the stern master routine.
2 January 2021
I don’t have a lovely mantra like my Little sister slave but I’m working on it master like you asked me to. I used to go after I was gone from home the little space of my own to prepare myself for my transformation as an influential politician to be a slave girl for my master. I haven’t left the house since I got into your service my master, but it even without a mantra the ritual made me calm and peaceful.
I know I make so many mistakes master. I promise I will try better each day to comply with all your rules and protocols. I learn so much from little one, but almost every day new ones are added and I’m afraid I’m too slow at my age to catch up with all of them the same day. But I strive to be a better slave for you and to complete my training period as a slave you can be proud of.
2 January 2021
“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” ~ Anais Nin
I’m reminding you that my period is due tomorrow. It’s maybe a good opportunity for Cunt to learn more by example. I feel a bit guilty master because I have such a wonderful and soft and lovely slave name, Little one I cherish a lot, but Cunt really still cowers when she hears her name. It’s not my place, sir to tell you to do something about it, but you told me you wanted to know my secret thoughts. I’m grateful for all the guidance and love you show my daily, master.
Two excerpts from their daily journals, the first complaining about the pace of the implementation of rules and the second complaining about the harsh name of her sister slave. Time to handle complaints.
“I have forbidden you to talk about what you write in your journal to anyone, except for me of course. Most of the time I talk to you separately about your journal entries but because they are similar in a way I will address them with both of you. Cunt wrote that she has difficulty in keeping up with the pace of the introduction of new rules. What the both of you often forget that I’m 18 years old and maybe a little impatient. I’m not going to apologize for that. And I won’t slow down implementing new rules for that matter. I want my slaves both to learn and obey these house rules.
The second on the agenda is the name of Cunt. Kut in Dutch is a rude word in any language. For the training period I will stick with Cunt though. Perhaps I’m inclined to change it later on, anyway a nice slave name should be earned and it’s early days so that won’t change as well.
Third and last on the wish list is the subject of periods. As you are both naked and still menstruating we obviously don’t want blood all over the place. I know you used to wear panties during your menses little one but it’s my Cunt and not yours, and I want to see it all days of the month. One of the things I’m most grateful for is Little ones explanation of her menstruation cycle. Little one, why don’t you tell her what you’ve told me.
“Master was 14 years old and quite confused when I told him it was my time of the month. Men are so ignorant of the sacred cycles of the moon, and believe all these misconceptions about menstruation. They have been told it’s dirty, but nothing could be further from the truth. There is absolutely nothing dirty about menstrual blood. It’s been studied and proven that it is full of nutrients (calcium, iron, nitrogen) and energetic power. Bad odour comes from being exposed to air too long or the chemicals in pads or tampons. I have been so fortunate that my master wasn’t afraid of a little bit of blood and kept licking me even if I had my menses. And that is why I told him the ultimate secret to understanding women: There is not one woman, but there are four different women in each and every female body. The first woman is the one that is bleeding. She is drawn very much inward and this is her most spiritual time of the month. This is the time idea’s come from that she will work out later in the month. The second woman is the one after her period. Her vitality and energy levels and libido rise. This is the power woman fase. This is the time she’s more social and outgoing. The time to really start new things. The third woman is in her ovulation fase, the time one of her overies release a tiny egg. Nature knows this is the time to conceive and so she looks at her most radiant and attractive. The fourth woman is the one that prepares for a new cycle. Her sex drive is waning and men qualify this time of the year as just PMS. This is not the time for the man to have hot, fast, rough sex. He should know that she can totally surrender into her softness and slowness. This is the time to make love, instead of fucking.