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Tears ran down my cheeks as I knelt on the cold floor of my cell. My training collar was locked around my neck, and the collar was locked to a short, thick chain to the wall of my cell. There was a ledge intended to serve as a bed, but the chain was too short to allow me to reach it. There was a blanket on the cold floor. There was a hole in the floor for a toilet. And there was a camera high up in a corner that pointed towards me always, watching every move I made, every breath I took.~~~~~Earlier, The Keeper had told me, ?You will sleep on the floor until you deserve a bed. You are nothing until you learn to be what your Mistress wants you to be. Do you understand??I had quickly agreed, sitting in Nadu, eyes cast down.?Take her,? he had said.So*they ordered me up, put a hood over my head, a loop around my neck, and I was hauled by the stick attached to the loop through passageways I could not see. Finally*we came to a stop. I heard keys*and a lock, then metal hinges swung open. I was pushed into the cell. The floor was cold under my feet.?Nadu,? came the command.I fell to my knees, in position. The loop and hood were removed, and the chain locked to my collar. They closed and locked the door*and left me there, kneeling on a blanket in a windowless room less than two meters wide by four meters long.I was trembling with fear. I was alone, naked*and chained to a wall. I was at the mercy of someone I knew nothing about, who demanded instant perfection, and whose face I would never see. I had expected training to be difficult. I hadn?t expected it to be medieval.But mostly I was scared because I didn?t know if I would ever see my Mistress again.If I did everything perfectly, she might, perhaps, accept me. But it would take weeks of harsh, demanding treatment and training, and I wouldn?t see her in all of that time, nor know if I was pleasing her or not.If I failed, I would be cast out, and never lay eyes on*her again.And that petrified me.~~~~~The day had started bright, clear*and warm, but I was shivering as I put on the long coat my Mistress had selected for me. That, plus high heels, were all I was wearing. Today was the day I was to begin my training, and I was as frightened as I have ever been.We went to her car and she drove me to DeCoven. Before we left the car, Mistress turned to me, her face deadly serious.?Mouse, listen to me. This training will be one of the hardest things you will ever do. It is a huge step, and it will leave its mark on you forever. It is more than just learning skills. It is a test of your commitment to me, to the lifestyle, even to yourself. You are going to have to decide who and what you are.?This will strip away the veneer of everyday life. It will strip away the artificial layers of polite behavior, of how you relate to other people ? indeed, how you choose to relate to other people ? and of how you think of yourself. It will test you to the extreme edge of your being.?It is critical that you learn everything you need to learn, that you be perfect in everything you do, and that you persevere until you are perfect. Failure is not an option for either of us.?If you cannot make that commitment to me ? or to yourself ? we will both be far better off that you turn away from it now than that you try, and fail.?This is the choice you need to make, before you leave this car.?Then she sat there, silent, watching me*and waiting for me to speak.I would say I was shocked by what she said, but I already felt such deep fear that it was like rain on the ocean. I sat there for some time, I don?t know how long, then felt something shift inside me, something like rage.I kaçak iddaa felt rage that life had brought me to this juncture, and rage that I was to be tested so. I felt rage that people always doubted me, could doubt me. Did they think so little of me that they expected me to fail?But above all, I felt that I had the right to choose the life I wanted, and especially, the person whom I loved.I lifted my eyes to hers, which I did not do anymore unless bidden. I picked up her hand, raised it to my lips and kissed it. ?You are my Mistress. I have no world without you. I have no life without you.?If it is a choice between succeeding and failing, then you are right, there is no choice. Mistress, there is no life for me unless I succeed.?I turned, opened the door, and got out of the car, then stood, waiting for her to lead me. Leaving the car was one of the hardest things I have ever done. But it was done, and I would not turn back.I had no idea what I was committing myself to.But I would do it, no matter what it was.~~~~~Mistress got out of the car, then walked around to me, took my hand, and walked me to the door of DeCoven. It was too early to be open, so she rang the bell. Shortly thereafter, a submissive dressed as a waiter answered, bowed to my Mistress, and let me in. ?She is to be taken to The Keeper.? Then she turned and left.By now I was shaking. The submissive waiter?s attitude of deference disappeared with my Mistress. He looked haughtily at me, then walked away without further acknowledging me. I turned and hurried after him.We walked through the major public rooms of the Club, where I had been before for performances, and into one of the private playrooms. He turned, ensuring I had followed him, waved his hand, then walked away with a sniff.I tentatively looked into the room. There was a tall man, about 185 centimeters tall, very fit, and wearing black clothes and a black mask tapping a crop against his side. ?You?re late. Take off your coat. Nadu!?I removed my coat, and looked for somewhere to place it.The crop whirled and the coat was knocked from my hand. ?Now!?I dropped to my knees, letting the coat fall.He walked around me, taking his time and inspecting me. He lifted my chin, forcing my head up. He prodded my tits. He spread my knees further apart. He probed between my ass cheeks with the crop, then walked back in front of me, his crotch close to my face.?I am The Keeper. From now on, my word is law. Does this worthless lump of shit understand??I wondered whether to answer ?Yes? or ?Yes, Keeper?, but by the time I started to answer, he cropped me across my tits, and said, ?Answer immediately!??Yes, Keeper!?He cropped me again, for no apparent reason, then, when I whimpered, he did it a third time.?You will remain silent at all times unless you are asked a question, or given permission to speak. Do you understand???Yes, Keeper!?He stood glowering at me for a time, then turned, picked something up*and turned back. He placed a hood over my head with a loop that he cinched tight. It lifted*and I went with it, scrambling up.?Come with me, you worthless slut.?The loop around the hood seemed attached to something, and pulled me along. I later found out it was a stick attached to the loop that allowed someone to lead the candidate without touching them, even though they were hooded.I had no idea where we went, but knew that we went down a flight of stairs, which is incredibly difficult to negotiate blind, especially when the person leading doesn?t slow down. I almost fell when we reached bottom and there were no more stairs, but stumbled, and just managed to keep up.Finally, we stopped. kaçak bahis There was a strange sound, as of a heavy curtain being moved, then a metallic sound that turned out to be a lock on a heavy, metal door, then the sound of hinges creaking, and a cool breeze. I was led through the door, I guessed, which was then closed*and locked.Shortly after that I was led into another room, then ordered into Nadu. The hood was removed, and I saw I was in a dungeon, but unlike the one I had seen at the club before. The devices here looked far more serious. They were certainly not toys.?This one is here for her fitting. Be quick about it!?A naked man*wearing a submissive?s collar*moved forward and*fitted a leather collar around my neck. I heard a click*and knew the collar was locked around my neck. I was ordered into High Bracelets, so stood, and pushed my arms behind me. The submissive removed my high heels, then locked wrist and ankle bracelets around me. Each bracelet, anklet*and the collar*had rings that made it possible to bind them easily.?Nadu.?I dropped to my knees, was hooded again, then they took me to my cell.~~~~~The month that followed remains a hazy recollection of pain and torment. I have only scattered memories, like piles of trash sticking out of the water in a flood.~~~~~The first night, after a day of seemingly pointless exercise, plus endless training in Gor slave positions I already knew.*I was again locked into my cell and chained to the wall. The door opened*and a dog bowl of food was set on the floor, then shoved into the room by the foot of a man I didn't know.I was famished, so I started to pick it up. Before I could reach it, my hand was slashed away with a crop. ?On your hands and knees, slut.?I quickly complied.?You may eat the food, but you may not use your hands. Understand???Yes, Master.?I was slashed again with the crop, this time on my ass. ?I?m not your Master. You are not worthy to have a Master. You will call me Sir.??Yes, Sir!??Eat.?I bent down to see a pile of table scraps in the bowl. I put my face down and tried to eat with just my mouth. The food got up my nose and*in the hair hanging down by the side of my face, and the bowl kept moving away. I reached forward to adjust the position of the bowl with a hand.My ass was cropped again. ?Nadu!?I quickly sat up in position.?Bracelets.?I put my hands behind me. He secured them together.?Eat.?With my hands locked together behind me, I had to balance on my knees to lean forward. Now there was no way to avoid getting food all over my face, in my hair, up my nose. But I was hungry*and knew that if I didn?t eat, it would be taken away, and I would stay hungry.I wound up pushing the bowl around the floor, until finally*it moved outside the distance set by the chain. I did my best to get it back, but*it was completely beyond my reach.The man had been standing, watching me. ?Still hungry?? he said.?Sir, yes, I am.??Good.? He unzipped his trousers*and pulled out his hard cock. ?Then eat this, slut.?I hesitated?and was cropped across my tits. ?Now, slut!?So, with food dripping from my face, and my hands bound behind me, I knelt up, licked my lips, and took his cock in my mouth. He put his hands behind my head*and shoved his cock deep into my throat.If I had had some warning, I could have coped, stuck my tongue out, and moistened my mouth. But this was totally unexpected, so his cock hurt me, and I gagged on it when it reached the back of my throat.He held me there, forcing me to gag and cough and retch*for what seemed like forever, but was probably less than a minute. Finally*he pushed me off, and I fell back, panting, illegal bahis but was suspended in mid-air when the chain snapped taut.?Can?t even suck cock properly. Again!? And he pulled me up by my hair, then grabbed me by the neck, bringing my mouth around to face his cock.I moistened my mouth, licked my lips*and opened wide, determined to be ready this time. He placed the head of his cock on my extended tongue, waited for what seemed like forever, then fucked my mouth deeply until he was about to cum. He withdrew and spurted cum all over my face, including into my still-open mouth.Then he zipped up, exited the room, slammed the door. He left me with my face covered with cum, the remnants of my meal, and with my hands bound behind me. I collapsed onto the blanket*and tried to get comfortable.Eventually*a sub came into the room, undid my hands, took the bowl, and left. I wiped my face with my hands as best I could, wrapped myself in my blanket*and wept.But underneath, my rage surged.~~~~~When I was out of my cell, I was worked hard. Sometimes it was physical exercise and training, anything from yoga, to free weights, to dance. Since I was already dancing professionally, this was my favourite form of exercise?but with a difference.I had to be perfect in everything.If I had my arm position slightly wrong in a yoga asana, I was cropped. If my form wasn?t perfect when I was lifting, I was told what a useless, worthless piece of shit I was, and told to do it again ten more times. If I missed a step, even slightly, I was told to repeat it to exhaustion.In all of this, I was worked until I collapsed, panting.Then I was told to stand up, and might be given a mop and a bucket of soapy water. I would be told to clean a long hallway, but with my wrists bound together in front*and my legs strapped to a spreader, wide apart. I was never fast enough*and they always found spots I had missed.My meals at this point were always taken when I was returned to my cell, on my hands and knees, from the dog bowl. And I was never allowed to use my hands in any way. They were table scraps, and rarely enough to satisfy me. I was hungry all the time.Yet*the body gets used to almost anything, and the rage fueled my determination not to let them get to me.By the fourth night, I think it was, I was exhausted at the end of what I assumed was a day. My food had been removed, and I was left to sleep. But despite everything, I was horny.Except when Mistress had forbidden me to do so, I would cum at least once a day, and frequently multiple times. Since I had moved in with Mistress, I was in the best shape of my life, and as healthy as I had ever been. As well, I was living with one of the sexiest women alive. As a result, I was often very horny*indeed.I knew, without being told, that I would not be allowed cum. I rolled onto my side, spread my legs slightly, putting the knee of my top leg over onto the floor, put my hands near my crotch, closed my eyes*and tried to pretend I was asleep, breathing steadily.Underneath the blanket, hopefully hidden by my top leg, I started stroking my thigh gently with one finger. I moved very slowly and gradually stroked it closer and closer to my kitty, until I was stroking the outside of my labia. Being as careful as I could not to show movement, I slipped my finger between my lips, and eased my finger down, over my clit, and down, splitting the inner lips.Being as still as I could*and only moving my wrist and part of my arm, I moved two fingers down across my clit to my slit, worked one finger inside myself, then up to my clit again. I was slippery and hot when I started, but by the time I had done this several times, I was getting eager to cum. I shortened my stroke*and focused on rubbing my clit, massaging it gently at first*and then harder, while desperately trying to keep still and silent.