It was the first day of my service to Katie. I was awakened very gently by the woman who had spent a good part of the previous night torturing and humiliating me. I woke to find a pair of arms gently squeezing and caressing me. It was perfect.

“Jim, honey, it’s 7:30. Do you feel like going out for your run this morning?”

“Oh – Good morning, baby. I'm not sure. Let me get up and see how I feel. How are you doing?”

She smiled, “I'm terrific, baby! I slept so well last night. There was one incident where a little Puppy visited me, and I had to quiet him down, but otherwise it was great. I woke up a few times, and you were holding me every time. It was like you were afraid I was going to run off in the middle of the night. It was really nice to feel wanted like that. How about you?”

“Well, I must have slept well. I don’t think I stirred at all after I fell asleep, except for one very nice interruption late at night. After all you put me through yesterday, it’s no wonder I was tired. I feel like I went through a washing machine.”

“Surely it wasn’t all bad, was it? It seemed like your little Puppy was enjoying quite a bit of it.”

I laughed, “Yeah – I guess I can’t deny that. You’ve got a real way about you when it comes to my body. Or is it your body? I can’t seem to remember anymore.”

She considered that for a bit. “Well, I guess I can let you keep a few bits and pieces. Maybe your liver and one earlobe. That reminds me, I think I might like to get your ears pierced. You'd look really cute.”

"Whatever you say, sweetheart. I don't suppose it would do me much good to argue, would it?"

"Not a bit."

I stretched and climbed out of bed. “I’m not really sure what to do right now. Should I be kneeling at your feet or something? I don’t know the proper protocol for waking up next to a Goddess.”

She smiled at me warmly. “Oh, when I want you to do something like that, I’ll tell you. That’s part of the joy of being a sub. You don’t have to think. You just have to obey.

“For now, I want you to relax and enjoy your day. Take your run, have a nice breakfast, do some chores, and work on your book. I want to make this clear - I’m not expecting you to be my personal slave or anything. That would get really boring. In fact, I think you’ll find that most of the time we spend together will be what people call vanilla. We’ll be just like any basic couple. But when I feel like getting nasty, we will definitely go there. You understand?”

“Yeah – that sounds really nice. I was worried after some of the things you said. It felt like you were planning to strip me of, well, everything. And God knows I don’t seem to be able to resist you.”

“No way. I told you a lot of that stuff just to break you down for training, and it worked. Hopefully I won't have to do anything like that to you anymore. I worked very hard to find you and bring you here. Why would I want to change you into a useless gimp? I can’t think of a worse idea. Now, I will give you an order. Get over here and kiss me. And make sure you do it right.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Well, that was an easy order to follow. And I did it repeatedly. Unfortunately, that led me to my first mistake of the day. I kept going. I'd waited so long to be with her, and now she was here, in my arms, in bed. I felt like I was catching on fire. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her. My kisses became more passionate, and I soon broke away from her lips and started moving down. I knew what she needed. At least I thought I did. I had reached her navel and was on my way south when I heard her yell, "STOP!"

I looked up, and she was steaming mad. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Puppy?"

"I just thought it'd be nice to make you feel good this morning. I love you, and I want to please you. Don't you want that?"

"What is rule 8? Think back and try to remember."

"A sub never initiates sexual activity. He waits for his Mistress' command." The meaning of those words hit me, and I felt genuine shame. I hung my head. I'd failed her.

"I'm so sorry, honey. Being with you like this is all I've wanted for weeks. I just wanted to make you happy. I got carried away. Please forgive me."

"Well, I understand what happened. I really do. But you know I have to punish you. That's just how things work. Why don't you use the bathroom, and then meet me by my cootchie chair. I need to think about your punishment."

Presently, I stood before her, naked except for my collar. She sat in her special chair like it was a throne. She was holding Sarah. Even in the oversized T-shirt she'd slept in, she still looked absolutely stunning. Katie could've been the queen of a major world power, holding her scepter, and waiting to pronounce justice on a traitor. She didn't need to ask. I dropped to my knees before her power. I hung my head.

"Well, I didn't want to start our first day together like this, Puppy, but you know how it is. There are rules, and you broke one. I've decided to give you a choice of punishment. I think it will mean more to you if you have to choose. You can either lie on your back and let me hurt your balls for one minute, or you can get your ass in the air and take six swats from Sarah. Which would you like?"

My voice was barely a whisper. "Sarah, Miss."

"That's no way to ask for something. Man up, and ask for it, Puppy!"

I forced myself to speak clearly and louder. I didn't want to. "Will you please punish me with Sarah, Miss?"

And so we proceeded. I got into position, grabbed the legs of her chair, and she got busy. It was rough, but now that I knew what to expect, it didn't have quite the same impact as the two swats the night before. The shock value was gone. She made me count the swats and recite the 8th rule each time, and I made it through without tears.

"Thank you for my lesson, Miss. I won't fail you again."

She told me to stand, and she kissed me, and told me I'd done well. I was forgiven. I was a Good Boy again. I had been truly embarrassed by my failure, but her forgiveness made me feel so much better.

My ass was pretty sore, but she told me she still wanted me to go on my run this morning. I needed to keep myself in shape for her. She also said she knew I had a lot to think about, and I needed some time alone.

I stretched for a while, got dressed, and started heading for the door. Before I left, she smiled at me and said, “Puppy, aren’t you forgetting something?”

I genuinely didn’t know what she meant. Then she pointed to my neck and said, “Remember: You must remove your collar when you leave the house. And also, we ought to get that lipstick off of you before you go out. I mean, you look fabulous, but I don’t want you picking up any strange guys. I think we'll leave it on your nipples, though. It looks really cute.”

“Yikes! Thanks for reminding me, sweetheart.”

I took the collar off and laid it on the kitchen table. Meanwhile, she grabbed some makeup remover and made quick work of my sexy new smile.

I asked if she wanted to join me, but she said she didn't like running outside. She preferred the treadmill at her gym. She also did Pilates and yoga every week. She generally did that during her lunch hour.

I was gone about 30 minutes. I had started with good intentions, but soon realized I was physically and mentally exhausted from last night's ordeal. After a few blocks, I found a little park. A green bench sat in the shade of an old tree. It looked very inviting, so I sat down. My bottom was still stinging, but it didn't matter. Children were playing a game nearby, running back and forth and laughing. Seeing that made me smile. I realized that I was feeling something I wasn't really accustomed to. A deep contentment and happiness seemed to permeate me. For once in my life, I wasn't worried about the future; I was looking forward to it.

When I got back, I found a nice breakfast waiting for me. “I thought I was supposed to serve you? Help me understand this.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Well, between you and me, I love to cook, and I’m good at it. Remember I told you I’d keep your belly full and your balls empty? This is me keeping my promise. Now eat up. I don’t have any appointments until 1:30, and I want to teach you how to give me a proper shower.”

With that as an incentive, I finished my meal quickly, and it was delicious. For some reason, I craved protein this morning. Katie had made sure there was plenty of bacon, and I wolfed it down. I asked her about the dishes, and she told me I could count them among my assigned duties, but they could wait a bit.

She grabbed my hand and said, “C'mon, honey. It's time for your next lesson.”

I had never taken a shower like this. We got in together, and she told me that, in the shower, I would always be her servant. I needed to make her shower as pleasant as possible. I was to pamper and spoil her. It would help her face the rest of the day with a smile.

She began giving me orders, helping me understand my new duties. A dozen different bottles of stuff sat on hand, and I needed to learn what each one was for. I shampooed her hair and used conditioner. I needed to apply an exfoliant to certain areas, but not others. I applied body wash on every available surface, paying special attention to her breasts, her ass, and her pussy. I went out on a limb when I did her breasts. I stood behind her and kissed her sweet neck while I cradled them in my hands. She gave me a nice little moan when I did that.

When I was done, she reached over and turned off the water. She unfolded a little shower chair and sat down.

She pointed down at the floor and just said, "Make me happy, Puppy." I knelt in front of her and licked her gently. This wasn't the rough, relentless attack I’d given her yesterday. I did it with the purest love and reverence. Her orgasm was also gentle, and so much more peaceful than the one from the previous day. It was so nice to feel her hands on my head, pushing me into her beautiful pussy. I could have stayed there all day.

She smiled.  “That was really nice, Puppy. You’ve got a very talented tongue. I'm going to give that little fellow a real workout.”

When I had finished with her, I got ready to stand up, but she said, “I’m going to do something strange now. I’ve always wanted to give this a try, but I’ve never had a beautiful little sub like you to play with before. Stay right where you are, Puppy, but try to get a little lower for me.”

She shifted her position and soon stood straddling me.

“I’m going to piss on you now, Puppy. Are you ready?”

I didn’t understand, but if she wanted it, I was willing to let her. I remembered the lesson she'd taught me about manners. “Yes, Miss. Please give me my gift.”

I soon felt warm liquid cascading down the back of my head and my shoulders. It was in my hair, and some of it ran down my face. I could smell the distinct, acrid odor. When she had emptied herself on me, I thanked her. She moved back and told me to stand up. She turned the water back on and gave me a quick rinse.

She thought for a while and said, “I guess I don’t really get it. I can see how it could be a tremendous power play, but it’s probably not my thing. I’ve read that some Doms make their Subs drink their piss. I'm up for just about anything, but that’s just gross! Anyway, thanks for agreeing to try it.”

“Well, I don’t tend to get much choice in these matters, but it wasn’t that bad. It was humiliating, but I am starting to understand that being humiliated is kind of a turn-on for me. Still, I wouldn’t go out of my way for it. Anyway, if you feel like trying it again sometime, I’ll take it like a loyal sub. It's better than getting my balls squeezed.”

She gave me a big smile. "Yeah, I bet it is. I'm sorry I had to do that to you, honey."

I gathered some courage and said, “Katie, I’ve been thinking about the way our relationship works. It seems like the more honest I am with you, the more power you will have. In the end, I like you to have power, so I should be honest, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, Puppy. Always. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, when I said being humiliated was a turn-on, I wasn’t kidding. Some of the things you said and did to me last night really got to me.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you said some really hurtful things to me when you sent me to bed, but they didn’t actually hurt me very much. I knew it was just your way of pushing me further into submission, and I loved it. I found myself wanting you to call me terrible things, and be even meaner. It was bizarre, and I don’t really understand it.

“And that thing with branding me was just - I don’t know. It was humiliating and exciting and dreadful and hot, all the same time. I can’t get my head around how I felt about that one. Being unable to escape while you did that was almost too much for me.”

I smiled sheepishly. I felt tremendously exposed, and was about to expose myself even more. I was scared to death. “And when you made me wear your cum-soaked panties? Don’t get me started.

“Katie, I feel very confused about this stuff. I know I’m not gay. I don’t want to be a woman, or dress like one, and I don’t want to suck some guy’s dick - but I still feel these weird cravings.”

She smiled at me with such genuine affection I felt like the sun had come out. “Oh, honey, that’s not that weird. It’s not even unusual. There are a lot weirder things out there. I mean, I just pissed on the back of your head for heaven’s sake. Now that is weird.

“We can talk more about this later, but for now just understand that the most important thing is for you to be honest with me about your feelings. If you do that, I can make your experiences exciting and fulfilling. Very few fetishes are really off-limits in my book. I need you to serve me, but I want you to have fun doing it.

“Trust me. This is really no big deal, honey. We’ll explore your desires and needs together. I had already planned to feminize you at some point. The lipstick I put on you was just a little taste. With what you just told me, I think you'll probably enjoy what I have planned. Of course, you’ll have to defend your ego and fight against me when we get there, and I’ll have a great time forcing you into it, just like your branding ceremony last night.

"I can see it now. I’ll take you shopping and get you your own pretty things to wear, while you protest, ‘Oh, please, Katie, don’t make me do this.’  And maybe I’ll do a makeover on you, and make you so very pretty before I fuck you. That’ll be fun for both of us."

What she was telling me was a little hard to take in. She was talking about it like it was a trip to the grocery store; meanwhile, my heart was pounding in my chest.

"There are so many fetishes to try, and I'll bet you haven't even heard of most of them. I could get you a French Maid costume for your housework. I could put you in a bondage bag with just your cock exposed. You wouldn't be able to see, speak, or move. But you could hear me moan and feel me cum while I fucked you all night. And so much more. I plan to conquer you again and again, and drive you into new levels of submission. A big world is waiting to be explored, and we have lots of time. Just stop worrying and leave it all to me, okay?”

I looked down at the floor, trying to get a grip. “Okay. I'll try. Thanks for not making fun of me. I’ve never told anyone that stuff. It scares the hell out of me.”

“That’s because it's powerful, and you want it so much. Don’t worry, I want to share my deepest secrets with you, and I want you to share yours with me. Over time, I’ll interrogate you and learn all of your naughtiest, most secret fantasies. Once I know them, I’ll take care of everything you need. That’s my job. You just worry about licking my little cootchie, and obeying my every evil whim.”

My mind was reeling. Living with Katie was like riding a roller coaster, only to find out the safety bar wasn’t locked. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I was in the back car, trying to hold on as we took the curves.

She kissed me and then reached over and started playing with my balls. They were still a bit sore from the night before, but I didn’t mind. “Well, I know your belly is full, but I don’t think these things are empty. It's very important for me to keep my promises to you.”

With that said, she began taking care of me. She took a while to choose the right products, then washed my hair, then the rest of my body. She pushed me back against the tile wall, and spent an eternity soaping up my nipples and my cock, edging me and tormenting me. It was exquisite.

“You know, I think there’s part of you that might still be a little dirty.”

She made me face the wall and spread my legs. Before I knew what she was up to, she inserted one of her slippery, soapy fingers into my asshole.

“What the heck are you doing?” I gasped.

“Well, you may recall, I told you I owned this. I’m just giving it a little inspection. Now don’t move, sweetie. I’m going to play a little bit. And before you ask, enjoying this doesn’t mean you’re gay. I’ve got tits, for heaven’s sake. I'm sure you've noticed them.”

She began moving her finger around, sometimes slipping in and out a little, sometimes stretching me in different directions. I couldn’t really understand what was going on back there, but it felt great. It was odd, having someone else penetrate my body this way. I felt intensely vulnerable, but the intimacy also excited me.

I wondered if this was how women felt when a man’s cock was in their body. If so, I could understand why they might like it. I felt oddly close to Katie as she did this. In some small way, it felt like she was a part of me.

After some time, she reached around with her other hand to start stroking my cock. She quickly brought me to the point where I was begging to cum. But she stopped.

"Jim, I put you through a lot last night, and I made you submit to me. But I need to understand how deep your submission goes. When I made you eat your own cum, you were restrained. I milked you against your will, and I fed it to you. You had no choice but to do as I said. I need to know now if your submission was real. I need to give you a final test. If you fail, I'll have to give you more training until it sticks. Do you understand?"

"I'm not sure that I do, but I'll do whatever you say, honey. I want to serve you."

"Good. Now you may notice I'm not calling you Puppy. I'm not going to give you that little crutch to help you be more submissive. You're just Jim now, and I'm just Katie."

"Ok, Katie. What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to take the lid off of that shaving cream down there. That will make a nice little cup. I want you to rinse it out and turn off the water."

I quickly did so. Meanwhile, she still had her finger inside me, driving me crazy.

"Now, my darling, I want you to jerk off into that cup. Don't edge yourself, just milk him for me. Make yourself cum for Katie."

She helped by rubbing one of my nipples and wriggling that finger inside of me. It didn't take long to get the job done. I filled the cup as best I could. I felt her finger slipping back out of me.

"Look in that cup, baby. That's my cum. It's a little gift for you. Now baby, what do you need to do?"

I thought about it for a moment, but there was only one answer. I asked for her permission. I raised the cup, and I drained it. Then I showed her the empty cup and opened my mouth for her inspection.

"Now, tell me what you are, Jim"

"I'm your pussy-whipped little cumslut, Katie."

"That was perfect, Jim. You passed my test. You're my sub now, and you always will be. I love you, baby."

She kissed me over and over. Her joy was contagious. I didn't feel weird about what I'd done. I had made Katie happy, and that was my life’s purpose now.

I felt so close to her. After asking her permission, I dropped to my knees and gave her another nice orgasm. I turned the water back on, and we gave each other a quick final rinse. I don't think I've ever been as happy. I had never imagined love could be this intense.

We caressed each other a few times, then stepped out. She had placed some thick, soft towels within easy reach. I dried her body lovingly and kissed her again. I applied baby powder with an old-fashioned powder puff. She closed her eyes and sighed.  I loved pampering her like that. She dried me off, then told me to get dressed. She reminded me I had work to do, and she wouldn’t let me slack off.

As I turned, I saw the bathtub, and an idea hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t look at Katie. I was too scared – too embarrassed. A chill swept through me. I couldn’t understand why I wanted this, but I’d told her I’d be honest.  

“Katie. If you ever ask, I’ll deny I said this, and I’ll argue with you if you try to do it.”

“What are you talking about, honey?”

“If you ever want to try pissing on me again, I should be lying in the bathtub face up. My hands should be bound, so I can’t stop you.  You should be standing over me, so I can see it happening, watching it spray out of your pussy.” I was shaking. Adrenaline was hitting me like a hammer.

She came up behind me and held me, soothing me. Her voice was so soft and loving. She could see how strong this kink was, and how that strength frightened me. “Of course, baby. Thanks for sharing that with me. I think that sounds absolutely delicious. I'm so proud of you for telling me this. It shows me that you really trust me. Maybe we could do it before we get in the shower some morning.”

She gave me a big reassuring hug. “Don’t worry, darling. I didn’t hear this from you. Now, get dressed and forget all about it. I don't want you thinking about this anymore. I’ll remember it for you. You're such a Good Boy.” I shivered.

She turned me around and hugged me again. Then she gave me a sweet, long kiss, and told me how much she loved me. She then pointed me back toward the door and gave me a loving little swat on my ass. It stung, but I didn't care. “Now, get going, Baby. The day is waiting for us.”