The Slave-girl-school part 3
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Micke’s view:
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MICKE:
When I was on my way home to Tina’s flat I wondered.
Yes, I think she would buy it and if not she had to blame herself. I was the
winner either way, if she takes it or reject it.
But I think that she is naïve enough to go along with it and register at his
“school” and believe that she may come back to me.
It was a good advice from Peter that I should avoid to give my promises that
she could return to me after her exam, only let her believe it herself.
It was also a nice thing that I could get the possibility to give Peter
something he deeply wanted, a slave girl to play with at his whim. Peter had
always been so kind and helpful. And Tina was used up in my eyes.
I opened her entrée door with my key and Tine come rushing to me.
Her face was wet from tears and that make her rather ugly though she was
doll-sweet basically.
“Hi Micke! Welcome home. Please say that you don’t are
going to leave me. I
can’t handle that. Is there anything wrong with me? I will change. I will do
exactly as you want, if you don’t breaks up with me. Micke, please, is there
anything that you don’t feel comfortable with in me, please tell me. I will
transform in anyway you want me to, I promises. You know that it isn’t an
empty promising. You may force me. Please force me to be like you want me. I
like to be as you want me, please, don’t break up. I will not live if you do
that. Anything, anything, please.
The words just raced out of her mouth and she talked without of
interruption, not breathing, it seemed. She cried and shouted.
As soon as her tone of voice started to be too high she immediately fell
down to sweet submissiveness.
I felt so sorry for her though it was not the first time I broke up with a
girl and I knew it would passes. Both for she and I. I
tried to calm her
down by a big hug, as I know she loves.
“Hi Tina!”
I felt sorry for her when she started to beg me to let her stay and I was so
very close to say: “OK, I let you stay!”
We men are really cowards when it comes to female tears and beggings.
Unfortunately some women know that and use it as a weapon against us when
they want something their way. It turns back at those women who are straight
because we sometime suspect false crocodile tears.
Tina’s tears were real and true, that I felt and knew.
I admit that my mind played with the thoughts of demanding impossible action
from her and enjoy her for some days, at a trail. The word TRAIL is always
so preliminary, never surely and it also has the effect to press a person to
give so much more of herself. She would have to exert
herself to
obliteration just to please me in every way.
It felt not fair. The plot that Peter and I had for her, was it fair?
Yes, but only a bit fairer. She would have alternative and she could say No.
Of course she would say NO.
A slave-girl-school in the beginning of year 2000, it was ridiculous and she
couldn’t buy it. Though she was short-sighted and naïve a slave-girl-school
must be too much.
I looked at her tear wetted face and her begging eyes.
Then I thought of Ulrika. I had told her that I would break with Tina this
evening and she was going to move over to my place the day after tomorrow,
when her parents had left for their summerhouse.
No, Ulrika will win, I thought to my self.
“Tina are you prepared to do anything to stay?”
I asked and let my tone indicate that I didn’t really believe her.
I saw the hope in her eyes.
“Yes Micke, I do exactly what you want me to. What ever, just tell me. I
will walk naked at the mall if you tell me to. Anything! You can even have
other men locking at me when I serve you. Please Micke!”
She kneeled in front on me and started to move her hands to my crotch.
“Do you want me to suck you off? I will make it most enjoyable for you. Just
relax and let me take care of you.”
I knew that if she had my dick in her mouth I was without of resistance and
could take everything back. It is like Hell for a man, to be that weak - and
knowing it.
I heard my own voice say:
“No Tina, not now, but soon!”
I could not just say NO, she wouldn’t recognize me if I did.
I took her by her hands and pulled her up carefully but firmly up on her
feet.
“Okay! Just tell me!”
I chanced subject.
“Is it really so that you’ll do anything I say? That you will
change to my
will?”
“Oh Yes! Anything you say, anything. Please Micke tell me what I shall
do,
please!”
It felt so good in my body when she said that, as if she gave me a “Carte
blanche” to her body and mind.
“Okay Tina. I will give you ONE condition but there will be no negotiate
about it. Listen to me: Either you take it or reject it; it is entirely up
to you. It must be your voluntarily choice!”
I tried to sound firmer in my voice than I felt, but I had really no choice.
I must stress the gravity in the situation. Ulrika was on her way to move in
to my flat and I regretted that I had locked my hands with her.
“Oh Yes, Micke. I’m always willing to help you in
anything. Please Micke,
let everything go back to normal.
I saw hope in her eyes and she relaxed and showed childish happiness.
I must say it!
“But you don’t know what it is yet.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll do it. I’m your slave girl, Master. You do anything
you want with me and I do anything you want, you know that.”
I pluck up courage but I regretted the words when I said them, as if I was
insulting her already perfect submissiveness. She was so much a slave girl
that there was no more to ask of her.
“I want a completely perfect slave girl that obeys every sign from her
Master. I also want a guarantee for her obedience and subjection!”
“Yes, Please Micke. I promise to be the best slave-girl you ever wished for.
I promise! Thank you, Micke. I love you so much. Let me show it for you!”
“Stop! I’m not finished. The condition that I talked about is that you
voluntarily register at a slave-girl-school and that you, after finishing
the course, exam with “flying colors”. And you must be the very best
student in that school. Then you will have the possibility to show how much
you love me. (I knew that the last sentence was a false opening for her.)
She was silent for many long seconds. Had I found an order for her to deny?
Anyway, now I had said it. I knew that she shouldn’t be back. Or did I?
I could get tired of Ulrika, even if it didn’t felt likely now. I knew how
my feelings could change from time to time.
What if she returned from Peter as the most well trained, most submissive
and perfect slave girl in the world. Perhaps I could have her together with
Ulrika.
Ulrika was no stranger to Master-slave-games and she had texpressed the
possibility to be a mistress. I didn’t like her in that role, but who knows?
What if I could bind Ulrika to the slave-girl-role and take Tina back,
having TWO slave-girls.
NO! Back to earth!
I could visit Peter and see how well he could train her. One will never
know!
“Yes, Micke. I agree!”
“You hesitated?”
“No Micke. I decided directly but then I wondering about why you wouldn’t
train me yourself to be your slave-girl at home, as you use to do. I will be
so quick at learning.
“Tina, I said that where no negotiation. Either you take it or walk.
I want a professional trainer to handle my slave-girl!”
“Okay, I understand, but where is there such a school?”
“You have met Peter. He has a slave-girl-school, but you may not tell
anyone. He has trained a lot of slave-girls.”
“Okay, but Peter is an old man! He is hundred times older than me.”
“Tina! How many times have we talked about this? Hundred times twenty, how
much is that? You must not magnify.
So, you don’t want to go to his school. Okay! You do as you want, but…”
“NO, please Micke! I’ll do it. I want to. I just thought that he is so old.”
Now I felt that I must defend Peter and my bait and our thing with the
slave-girl-school and his age altogether.
“I didn’t say that you should marry him. He is only you teacher, trainer and
of course your Master in the school. If a slave-girl want to return to her
Master her teachers’ age must be unimportant. It is crazy to think so. You
are not going to fall in love with him. He is there to teach and train you
to be the super perfect slave-girl I always wished for.”
“NO, I’m sorry! You are right, as always. I’ll do it for you!”
“Stop again! First you must register and get a place on the school. He has
only one student at the time. Note that it is you that must make him accept
you as a student. Then you must put your mind into the lessons and work with
him so that you passed with distinction.
“Yes Micke! I will do as your say, if only you take me back. I promise to
obey you!
“Yes and obey him, other ways you can’t be passed and be the best student he
have ever had.”
“Yes, I will do exactly as you say, thank you Micke. It couldn’t be
difficult. I will only learn everything he tell me to and obey him. It is
simple as that.
“Exact so!”
“But if he wants to fuck me, to be sucked by me and so?
I don’t want to be
unfaithful to you. ”
“Tina! What do you think? He is your Master and he will do anything he
wants
with you and you will obey him to the letter.”
“Yes Master, but I don’t want to be unfaithful to you, Sir!” She repeated.
“Tina, you are not unfaithful to me whatever you do there. You are ordered
by me to just following his order and that erase all thoughts of
unfaithfulness. Just obey and learn, that’s why you
are there. He can fuck
you as much as he wants and you will do it good so I don’t have to be
ashamed. As long as you obey him you are not even in the neighborhood of
unfaithfulness.”
Why had I a feeling of loosing me grip over her and hand it over to Peter?
She must go at this bloody slave-girl-school and Peter had to make it be
real. It was not for the school, but for her to get out of my flat and
Ulrika…. I must think of Ulrika and me now.
“How long must I stay at this school? May I return to you in the evenings?”
I felt panic inside of me. Would she came home in the evening and see my and
Ulrika. NO!
“NO! You must live there until he tells you otherwise and send you home with
the highest certificate. For you it is simple, as you said. You have only to
be maximal obedient and you will fix it. To be obedient is no problem for
you.
You must also learn everything a slave-girl must know, to serve, wait at the
table, cooking, cleaning, washing and how to behave in every possible
situation”.
“Yes Micke, but that could take many days!”
“Yes, it could long for weeks or months. But how long times it will take you
decides yourself by being a model student. The quicker you learn the quicker
you will exam.
You have to learn quickly and see him as your teacher, trainer and Master.
The more you learn and the quicker you adjust yourself to the school rules,
the quicker you can finish and return to your real Master as the perfect
slave-girl. He has only one student at the time so he will decrease the pace
compared with how obedient the student is and how fast she learn. OK?”
I knew it could be construed as a promise for her to come back to me, but I
had said it now and I wasn’t even sure any longer that I would reject her
later on.
“Yes Micke. I will hurry back to you. I will be as obedient and good as I
can. I will learn everything and be your sincere and perfect slave-girl. I
will really obey any order and I will soon be back with you. You will wait
for me, will you?”
Bad conscience again and I answered evasively:
“I expect you to be a good and obedient student and that you will be sent
home as the most perfect slave-girl there is.”
“Thank you Master. I will be good. I promise. I just want to be sure that
I’m not unfaithful to you, Master!”
“Tina! Let me put it like this: You have as a slave girl absolutely no
personal responsibility for anything you do, as long as you obey him and if
you don’t obey him he will punish you at his whim. Just do as you are told
and put your mind into it and be the best there is for me to be proud of. If
he orders you to suck him you will do it better that you do it for me. That
is progress and development and learning and a sign of a good student.”
//
Translating is a hard work and as a woman I’m driven
by encouragement.
I thank all those nice people that take their time to feed me.
Cecilita
