Author's Note: This was typed on my iPad so apologies for any typos I have missed. If anyone would like to be a proof editor (though I can't promise any money or other clients) please contact me at Captain.Erebus at gmail.com.


Mike and Alice are something of an unusual tale for me. It was the first time I'd trained a couple and the first time I'd trained someone I knew this well. Most of the records I've made have been of one off encounters or a particularly interesting part of a girl's training. This is quite different to how I usually work as I had never trained a male at all; I have no predilections in that direction and don't intend to cultivate any. Some gay friends are disappointed by this attitude and need to be dissuaded of the notion that I am mutable in this regard.

The following is a brief account of my relationship thus far with Mike and Alice. I have of course changed all the names, places, and identifying markers in the story so that they will not be discovered accidentally. A gentleman is nothing if not discreet!


Chapter One

I'd met Alice at uni, we took some courses together in maths and studied a bit. We discovered early on a mutual love of bondage and many related kinks. There wasn't much physical compatibility but we both appreciated finding kindred spirits. Mentally we had a lot in common, we shared a curiosity about the world and shared many interests in general. During this time she met a boy and fell in love. They were a great match: same height (tall), build (slender), both shy and introverted, both loved similar cultures and wanted to see similar parts of the world. I encouraged her as they seemed a good match and thought it could go well. A few short years later they got married and seemed very happy. Me being me, of course I had to sing at the wedding!

Alice and I had met up a lot over the years so I had kept track of how things were, in particular their mutual love of bondage and kink. Mike I never spoke to about it but I was sure that she told him, it just wasn't what guys talk about to each other. He knew I knew, I knew he knew I knew, but neither of us said anything; it was a comfortable silence. A while after they got married, they found a problem they couldn't solve: they were both submissives. Each of them was taking turns topping the other without either able to fully embrace it. It wasn't that they were lacking imagination, it was that there was insufficient will. They just weren't built that way, each wanted to submit to the other and in turn make them do things they'd like to do themselves. In the past I'd counselled Alice to relish both and not be too concerned for this wasn't an uncommon problem. Many a relationship has foundered over the years because the roles of dominance and submissive had not been established. Usually not quite so literally though.

The proposal was a little out of the blue. Together they had tried all manner of things, from the usual things couples do to spice up the marriage, dirty weekends away, erotic gifts etc, to the far less common, like pro-domme sessions where both could get lost in subspace. They wanted someone to control them and their sex life. It wasn't lacking, it just wasn't fully delivering. I had mentioned to Alice a few years back that I'd trained girls up close and from afar, she knew that I was dominant and she wanted me to do that for them. I'll admit I was more than a little hesitant, it would mean a lot of effort on my part and I really didn't want to come between them, they were an adorable couple. But Alice persisted to the point where I couldn't reasonably refuse to sit down with both of them and discuss it fully.

For the first time I spoke to Mike about his sex life. It was a bit awkward at the start but we continued until it was less so, with Alice encouraging us. Perhaps encouraging isn't the right word, try interrupting or badgering. I wanted to talk to him alone so we tied and gagged Alice in the bedroom then went out to the balcony where we couldn't hear her muffled protestations. He was much like her, unsurprisingly given they were married, just more submissive. We discussed how he would feel with me telling him what to do and he admitted it would be difficult, but that he wanted to work through that. His attitude surprised me, that he, a straight man, would be willing to submit to and obey another straight man in this way was most unusual but such as it was I could not dissuade him either, so I agreed to it.

We returned to the bedroom to untie and ungag Alice and I led both of them to the sitting room and told them to kneel before me. I outlined some of my misgivings about this, namely the jealousy that could arise. To try to counter that, I set out the guidelines on how we would conduct the 'Counselling Sessions', as I called it. First, there would be honesty, with themselves and with me. Without that it would collapse very quickly. I encouraged them to tell me what they were feeling, even if they felt they could not tell each other. Second was trust, I would not betray what they said or did in confidence, they would trust that they were secure in their relationship, even if their actions seemed to the contrary. Third was obedience. They were giving themselves to me to mould as I wished, I might listen to their feelings on the matter, but I would not pander to their whims. If I assigned a task, it was not their prerogative to decide they didn't quite feel like it. I made them promise these three things out loud in turn while kneeling on the carpet in front of me.

It was late by this point, and I needed time to plan how to handle this new dynamic so I started their training with the basics. Their physical condition was lacking, so an exercise regime was begun. Yoga, weights, and swimming. All low impact, minimal chance for injury, and would help further down the track. Next was housework, cleaning would be thorough and regular, every meal would be cooked from now on, something they weren't too good at but would learn. Later I would get them to do some cooking classes together. The TV was banned for now, as were computer games and surfing the net for hours on end. When at home, they were to be naked at all times, though they could wear an apron in the kitchen, and working on improving their apartment or bodies. Before bed they were to take turns at having their hands cuffed behind their back and being forced to orally service each other. I encouraged them to be a little rough in extracting pleasure from one another. Then bed at 9.30 sharp, hands cuffed in front of them and chained to opposite sides of the bed. I'd add hoods and gags later but that was enough for now. They would be unlikely to be able to have sex, nor inclined after giving and receiving an orgasm, but I didn't specifically ban it. I wanted to see what they would do.

After that I left and promised to talk later in the week.

During the week I sent them some basic questionnaires to work out what they did and didn't like, what they had in common and where variances were. More questions followed, what positions did they prefer, vanilla and bondage, I wanted basic outlines of scenes they had enacted. I won't bother listing everything here as it would affect the pacing, which isn't great to begin with.

A few interesting things emerged from this: Alice was a big fan of watersports, and had forced it on Mike a few times; she also had strong bi inclinations, though unrealized as yet; Mike loved anal play in all its forms, but this wasn't shared by Alice, who saw it as punishment; Mike wasn't quite as straight as I thought, it seemed he'd be open to forced bi activity; they both liked to be controlled in public, though without being overt; and they both liked humiliation and disliked strong pain. I must admit humiliation isn't my strong suit, but I have encountered it enough to be able set up a few scenarios for girls over the years.

It was Friday night the next time I saw them, almost a week later. I arrived unannounced and let myself in with the spare key under the mat to find them naked, but lying on the couch eating pizza out of the box. They froze as I walked into the room, having the decency to look guilty and embarrassed at this breach. I waited for them to put down the pieces they were eating, actually the first ones out of the box. Alice started to speak, but I held a hand up to stop her, I had no interest in listening to excuses. I looked at the box and saw it had come from a big chain, the pizza itself looked inedible there was so much "barbeque" sauce on it. I'd never eat something like it without duress, even at a barbeque. I gestured with my head to the floor and they quickly knelt on the rug, though Alice was trying to cover herself up. I glared at her until she put her hands behind her back, though knees were still together. They were both staring at the floor, but snuck glances at each other and me. I just stood there and shook my head, I still hadn't said a word since arriving and this married couple were kneeling on the floor naked looking more embarrassed about ordering a pizza than anything else. At that point I realized just how submissive these two are, and mused to myself that it would be interesting to see how far I could push them.

Finally I spoke, "do you have any cookbooks in the house?" They looked surprised at the question and shook their heads. "Well at least you weren't watching TV as well." There was a quiver on Alice's face, I'd known her too long for her to be able to lie to me. "Did you watch any TV this week?" I asked. A pause, then a no from Alice and a yes from Mike at the same time. I rolled my eyes at the hilarity of it and they started to giggle along with me. "Bend over the back of the couch," I said, still smiling. They stopped giggling and moved to obey, looking a little apprehensive.

Their heads still faced me, but now their bare asses stood up over the back of the couch. I moved out of their field of view for a moment and came back with a copy of the latest from the naked chef. I had picked it up at lunch fully expecting it to be needed tonight.

I held the book in front of them clearly. "This is a good a start as any. I think you'll remember to use this." I took the cover off and walked around behind them as they grew more nervous. "I think perhaps one per cheek for each infraction sounds fair don't you?" They nodded, looking slightly more relaxed. It occurred to me that they hadn't seen me play tennis, I'm not very good, but if I can line up the shot well, I can hit it pretty quick. "Pizza," I announced before letting fly on Mike's left, then right, cheek. He cried out in pain and surprise. He's bigger and stronger than me, but I don't think occurred to him that I would be that harsh that quickly. Nor did it occur to him, I'm pleased to note, to resist. I moved to Alice and she panicked, but a firm hand on her back from me and Mike grabbing her wrist stopped her going far.

"I can not if you'd prefer," I said. "I'm only here because you asked me to be. You wanted me to help you. You wanted to put yourselves in my hands, for good or ill. Say the word and I'll stop, I'll walk away and everything will go back to how it was."

She considered my words for a few moments, then said sorry and put her hands back on the couch and pushed her ass higher than it was before. "Please correct me, Master," she said, and so I did. She squealed loudly, but didn't move. I smiled at her spirit and at calling me Master unbidden. Title hadn't been discussed at all, honestly, it doesn't matter much to me but it was touching nonetheless.

As a side note, I've found it sometimes odd that dominants insist on everyone calling them by a title. In my family there are medical and honorary titles, and they generally haven't put much stock in them, so perhaps this is just one of my little peculiarities. I prefer to look at the person first and treat them by their worth, Dom or sub, doctor or captain or knight. /end rant.

Back to the story, I announced "TV", then let fly at Mike, harder this time. Then to Alice, and she squealed twice again. I announced "Lying" and paused. Mike hadn't lied, so I skipped him and went for Alice. She squealed and there were tears in her eyes by the end. "What do you say?" I asked, looking down at their very red cheeks. That was going to take a few days to go down, might even bruise a bit.

"Thank you for correcting us," they replied in imperfect unison, with Alice adding a Master to the end of it. I got them to kneel on the floor facing the couch and sat down. They both looked a bit shaken, but held their composure. I told them that I had meant to hurt them and that they wouldn't be sitting for the rest of the weekend. I explained that I was only doing this because they wanted and needed me to. I explained that a punishment should be unpleasant and its effects should last for a time, to serve as a reminder, and that it would help the lesson stick. They nodded in understanding so I moved on to what I had planned to talk about. I didn't have long and that had chewed up a bit of time so I needed to be brief.

I outlined basic protocols on how we would run this. I didn't have time to drop in every day or even every week, but would see them as often as was practicable. I would send periodic emails with orders that were to be carried out within a certain timeframe. Some would be specific tasks, others a weekly or daily schedule that would be repeated until told otherwise. They could block out time for work and would have time for friends and family, but the rest was under my control. I wanted to ease them into it before making any sudden changes, while at the same time get them used to changing and evolving orders.

The new daily schedule was to get up at 6 for gym before work, which they didn't like. When at work, cum at least twice during breaks, which surprised them. It wouldn't last, but they didn't know that. Then back to gym and home for cooking and cleaning. They were not to sit except at work, only stand or kneel. Weekends would have time for a bit of a social life but I wanted their house spring cleaned top to bottom. They were also to start cooking ahead and storing meals in the freezer for the occasions they didn't have time to cook. It would give them practice and would be useful in the future.

Before bed they would still handcuff and get head from each other, and they would still sleep cuffed to opposite posts. I still didn't tell them not to have sex. As a final note before I left, I told them to get rid of any noticeable body hair below the neck. Neither were very hairy, but they weren't well maintained. I told them to shave together every Friday night, which I knew was long enough to get itchy for most of the week, soon they would be wanting it more frequently.

I patted them both on the head and left them naked and kneeling with bright red welts on their behinds.

It was almost two weeks before I saw them next. We had corresponded numerous times, updates to training, reports of how they had been handling everything and how much improvement they'd had. Mike in particular had found having a completely hairless body quite humiliating at the gym, especially when swimming. It was summer and such things were noticeable even while clothed. He struggled when explaining his hairless armpits as swimmers generally don't bother with them. So far he'd played it down and ignored them, but still they watched him and wondered.

I arrived early on Thursday evening and knocked. Alice let me in, she was completely naked except for a butt plug. I'd started their anal training a few days earlier, they were to be gradually worked up to larger ones for much longer times, but for now it was a small one held in for an hour a day when they arrived home. I followed her up the hall to the living room, admiring her ass as I went. The smell of cooking came from the kitchen where it was Mike's turn. I could smell something burning, but at least it was a start. He poked his head out and I told him to keep going and that I would be stayed for dinner.

While he was cooking, I sat on the couch and had Alice kneel in front of me. This time she took the correct posture, back on her haunches, knees spread wide, hands behind her back, sitting up straight with head and eyes level. The daily half hour practice had clearly helped. We caught up on things and chatted about inconsequentials and training. I was looking at her body quite intentionally the whole time and she was blushing but did not flinch. She said they both found the stubble very hard to deal with as it got incredibly itchy, starting on Monday and not even beginning to lax until Thursday or Friday. Mike pipped up from the kitchen how annoyed it made him at work, because it was so hot in the office. I smiled and said that is what it was supposed to do.

Mike came out of the kitchen with three plates of simple chicken stew and placed them on the table then went to grab the cutlery. In the moment it took him to get them I placed both plates on the floor, which confused him a bit. He stood there unsure while I took the knives and forks from him. I told him to get two pairs of handcuffs and took a mouthful of the stew. It was pretty decent for a beginner, but maybe I'm a snob. He returned and I cuffed his hands behind his back and told him to eat off the floor from now on. Then I told Alice, who hadn't moved as I hadn't told her to yet, to come over for me to cuff her.

I ate at the table while they both struggled to eat off the floor and keep their plates from slipping and sliding. I idly made the comment that dog bowls might be easier in the future. I took my time with it but they still had only gotten half way through. I watched for a while, entertained at the mess they were making, not to mention their plugged asses bobbing about, but got bored and took the unfinished meals from them and told them to uncuff and clean themselves. I sat on the couch again and waited for them to kneel at my feet.

They were both in the correct posture and when I commanded "inspect" they quickly rose to their knees and put their hands behind their heads. I cast a critical eye over their bodies, neither seemed to have missed anything while shaving; the stubble was a uniform length. Their bodies had now had three weeks of toning at the gym and were starting to show it, fat was reducing and muscle definition improving. I kept them in the position for about fifteen minutes while I asked them questions about what they'd felt about the changes so far. They were both happier feeling controlled by another and found the little tasks I'd set them exciting and more than a little humiliating.

I finally asked them how often they were having sex, outside of when I had ordered them to in various tasks and daily routines. As I'd suspected would happen, the training and sense of being owned had heightened their libido and they had been having sex at least a couple of times a day, including at night while tied apart. I asked if they thought I should punish them for having sex and orgasming without permission. Alice didn't think that was fair because I hadn't told them not to, then Mike said that if they were giving themselves to this seriously, then they should have asked first. I pointed out that the fact they hadn't said anything in the last 3 weeks meant that they were clearly feeling guilty about it, whether or not it was justified. To that they both agreed, and then decided that they should be punished, but could I please not use the book!

I played my part well in relenting so reluctantly, that when I suggested chastity devices they both jumped at it. So together, we looked up the various devices that could be used and debated their merits. Again and again there was the problem that they would find it difficult wearing anything bulky for extended periods. Exercise in particular would suffer, a compromise which I didn't want, so we came upon photos of chastity piercings on men and women, the decision was fait accompli. When they wavered, I returned to the idea of using the book and feigned concern over the she number of infractions and in a flash they were keener to get pierced than I was! After some reading we determined that 6 weeks without any sex should be enough for the holes to heal enough, assuming they did heal properly. This also would serve as decent punishment.

I left them feeling relieved that they would not be spanked and excited about getting several very intimate piercings, which was pretty much my goal for the night. Another side note: it is so much easier to get someone to do what you want if they think it's their own idea!

Now some years ago when I was very young I made friends with a young girl who was extremely submissive to the point where I couldn't fulfil her needs given my circumstances at the time. She needed to serve every waking moment to be happy. I gave her as much time as I could, but it was limited because I was living at home with my parents and had study and work filling my time. She started as a fling then grew to girlfriend, then submissive, and then she became the first slave I ever sold. To tell her full story would take some time, which is something I don't have here, so instead I'll bring only the facts which pertain to this case. Given that young Naiad, as she is now called, is considered a slave for life it allows for certain skills to be cultivated by her owner than would otherwise occur. To my knowledge, beyond training in as many elements of sex and kink as are possible, she is also trained as a masseuse, beautician, chef, secretary/PA, cellist, dancer, and a few other things. But one very useful skill she possesses is body piercing.

It was luck that Naiad was available, her owner was in town for a conference and allowed me to borrow her skills for a couple of hours while he gave a speech at the convention centre. On early Monday afternoon I took Alice and Mike to the serviced apartment Naiad's owner had taken for the week. I pulled into the private garage and parked near the lift. At this time of day I wasn't expecting to see anyone and it was nearly empty. They had spent the ride in the boot naked, hooded, gagged and bound. I opened the boot and unbound their feet and knees to give them mobility, but left them blind and mute with their arms still pulled back tightly in an armbinder, a month of yoga helped with that though. I helped them out of the car and upright then took their leashes and pulled them into the elevator and we rode to the top floor.

Naiad was waiting to let us in and had opened the door before we'd even gotten out of the lift. I led Alice and Mike into the plush lounge room and pushed them down to their knees. Naiad had tea ready in fine bone china cups and we chatted for a few minutes catching up on things as old friends. Each time I see her I find a new woman, this time much more confidant and happy than the shy miserable little creature I first met years ago. Still very submissive, but very much loving her station in life. It seemed to me that whatever demons of her past had been fully exorcised and a sweet girl was left in her place.

Our attention turned to the submissive couple and she stood them up one at a time to look over thoroughly. I'd gotten them to use a depilation cream over their whole bodies so there was nothing getting in the way. Naiad played with their nipples to test them and found they could be pierced nicely, then moved to the genitals and pulled and tugged roughly on each in turn. I asked the couple who wanted to go first and Mike made a noise through his gag. He was led to a small robust table and I removed his armbinder before pushing him onto his back. A moment later his knees, ankles and arms were pulled tightly under the table in a Y shape, with elbows almost together above his head. I told him to move around and he could barely move his head or body a half inch.

Now it came time for the piercings, I could see he was getting a bit nervous. It was understandable given what was about to occur, but they had both agreed to it and knew most of what was coming. Naiad put on latex gloves and spread antiseptic over his cock head and balls. I told him to take a few deeps breaths and stay calm, moving at the wrong moment would be bad and could do real damage.

With calm practiced fingers, Naiad teased out a piece of his scrotum near the lower base next to the perineum and pushed the needle through it with one deft stroke. She pulled the needle out and pushed through an 8-gauge stainless steel sprung ring that needed special pliers to open and close. It was a bit bigger than might normally be used, but then I wanted to get a padlock through it and didn't want to wait several years. The potential 2-5 months healing time was more than enough.

This was followed by another ring at the upper base of the scrotum next to where it met the penis, then a Prince Albert piercing was made just under the head of the cock. I was tempted to make it straight through the glens from top to bottom, but it takes longer to heal that way, so I relented to him just getting the smaller PA. Without giving him much time to catch his breath, Naiad pierced and ringed his nipples.

The latex hood he, and Alice, were wearing had been designed with buckles at the sides of the eyes and mouth where the blindfold and gag could be attached. Naiad removed the gag and applied a dental gag at the same time, then pulled his tongue out with medical pliers and put a single piercing through the centre. She then replaced the original cock gag and removed the dental gag. The nipples and tongue were a surprise for them, they had expressed interest in them but were a little scared to get overt piercings so soon. I didn't see the point in waiting to do it when I had a skilled piercer ready and available. But I didn't want him spoiling the surprise, so he was gagged and unable to communicate to his wife, despite the amount of groaning and grunting he was making.

We untied his arms and sat him up then put the armbinder back on. His legs were released then we helped him to the luggage frame in the corner of the room where we tied his legs apart and pulled his arms up, bending him over in a strappado then tying the rope to the top bar.

Alice had been standing blind and mute near the door the whole time with her leash tied to a coat hook. She had heard the noises but had no idea what awaited her as I led her naked and bound form to the table Mike was just attached to.

The procedure was fairly similar to others I'd seen done, but that didn't diminish my keen observation of what happened. Alice had more rings put in her than Mike had: three in the outer labia on each side, positioned so that if they were all locked, her pussy and clit would be unreachable, and a single ring through the sides of her clit hood, so that the ring rested right on her clit. It would stimulate her but not be enough to make her cum. From her muffled screams, I'm guessing she found the nipples the most painful of the lot. After, we stood her up and moved her to the baggage rack and chained her next to her husband, bent over just the same with arms stretching to the ceiling. Both now had pierced nipples hanging down and would be able to feel their tongue piercings against the cock gags they sucked on.

I looked at the clock, I still had a little time to play with Naiad if I wanted. She was smiling in anticipation, she'd been looking forward to having me play with her again and had dressed appealingly quite intentionally. It was not an accident that she was wearing a red, frilly one piece latex dress that cupped the bottom of her breasts without covering them, putting her pierced nipples on display. It flared into a very short skirt at the bottom that flowed about her ass when she moved. It was also very similar to a dress I'd gotten her to wear not long after we first met.

I smiled at her and she glided gracefully to me and fell to her knees in front of me, hands fumbling with the belt and jeans I was wearing. As soon as they were out of the way her mouth engulfed my growing cock, taking its entire length in a single stroke. I'd forgotten how good she was at sucking cock, it actually took me by surprise that she was able to bring me so close to the edge so quickly. I could feel the piercings on her tongue as she sucked hungrily in and out. This otherwise meek little girl had transformed into a voracious cock-hungry slut, she had a hand on my ass for leverage so she could push herself onto my cock harder and deeper while the other hand caressed my balls. It was the roughest, most erotically charged blow job of my life and I still remember it and smile. I didn't last long against that onslaught, Naiad sucked the cum out of my cock with an incredible pressure created by years of training and experience. After, she clung to me a told me how much she'd looked forward to that ever since her owner told her I was coming. Some things change, some stay the same. She seemed to have taken the best of both.

It was time to go. Naiad untied the couple from the baggage rail and I led Alice and Mike back down the way they came and into the boot of the car to take home. For the rest of the day I couldn't take the smile off my face.