Chapter One

My BDSM Induction

Manchester - 19 November 2010.

My train from London Euston was due in at Manchester Piccadilly station at 14.07. I’d sent a text message to Kris assuring him that I was likely to arrive on time. We’d agreed to meet on the station concourse.  As my train pulled into the station platform, I sent another text to confirm my arrival.  I received his reply.

'I'm by platform 1, wearing Rockport boots, jeans and a leather jacket'.

To say I was excited would be an understatement. I was certainly not nervous, as Kris had been in regular contact with me throughout the previous 5 weeks and I now trusted him implicitly. I was about to meet him for the first time as my Master. I was on a 'high' and I saw this as an important milestone in my journey through life.

As I walked across the station concourse from platform 6 to platform 1, I could see Kris standing there awaiting the arrival of his new subordinate. Upon approach I was warmly greeted:

'Hello Frank, welcome to Manchester' he said, reassuringly squeezing my shoulder with one hand, placing me totally at ease in his company.

'Hi Kris, so good to see you at last'.

We decided to go to the station bar and have a drink before the hotel, by way of an ice-breaker.  We soon got down to discussing the arrangements for the day. 

We were to go to my hotel, where I would take a shower to clean myself up, then head to Manchester Victoria station, boarding a train to take us to the dungeon for the main part of my BDSM Induction, which was to last for 4 hours!

It had already been agreed that Kris would assume the role of Master as soon as we were in the privacy of my hotel room. After checking in, I signalled to Kris (who was waiting for me in the hotel receptionlounge area) that we could now proceed to my room on the 3rd floor. We waited for the lift to arrive then both stepped inside.  As I pressed the 3rd floor, the doors closed behind us. 

I realised that I was on my own with my Master for the very first time. I was then immediately given my first instruction as a Slave.

‘OK Slave. You had better listen to me now. For the rest of today, you are to do exactly as you are told. You’ve expressed a need for firm, intense training.  You do not question anything that I instruct you to do, unless you think it to be totally beyond your limitations. In the unlikely event of that situation occurring, we need establish a 'stop word' that will immediately signal to me that you are totally out of your comfort zone. The stop word is 'AARDVARK'. Do you understand that simple instruction Slave?’

‘Er yes Master'. I replied.

As the lift began to ascend to the 3rd floor, he retorted:

'What do you mean by er yes Master. Either you do understand that very simple instruction or you don't. What do you say Slave?'

I began to feel slightly nervous as I repeated my statement in a more positive form.

'Yes Master, I do understand'.

The lift stopped on the 3rd floor landing.

'What do you understand then Slave?'

We left the lift and looked for the direction of room number 305.

‘I understand the 'stop word' to be 'Aardvark', Sir'.

We found room 305 in total silence, and I fumbled with the magnetic card, opening the door into my home for the next 3 nights, under the supervision of Kris, my Master.

As I closed the room door behind us, I was ordered to kneel on the floor at my Master's feet, and look up into his eyes. I instantly obeyed!

Kris placed both hands around the back of my neck, pressing lightly on my neck bone.

'Listen to me sub; you seem to be getting a little stressed out. I want to assure you that I know and respect how you are feeling right now. You have no reason to be scared of me, and you will come to no harm in my presence. Put your trust in me and follow my instructions and you will enjoy the experience. As your Master, I will be demonstrative and demanding in my instructions, but in time, you will learn to trust and respect me'.

Kneeling at his feet I looked into his eyes.

'Thank you Sir for re-assuring me. This is my first experience as a permanent Slave but I know that I am safe in your hands, and that I shall be trained to obey and respect you in time. I will do whatever I am asked to do and will accept whatever training you think is necessary, in order that I may reach that stage. I am perfectly OK now Sir'.

‘Good. Now I want you to unpack your case, get settled into your room, then take a shower making sure that you are perfectly clean from head to toe, and be ready to leave here by 4.00pm when we need to leave for the dungeon. Is that clear Slave?’

‘Yes Sir'.

‘O.K. then boi, get on with what you need to do'.

I cleaned up and dressed in my old, ripped, faded blue jeans, a white sweatshirt and boots.  I was ready to depart for the dungeon by 4.00pm sharp, as I did not want to spoil things by being late.

I always felt good in my old jeans.  My cock started to stiffen as I started to imagine what my Master had planned for me over the next few hours or so, once we were in the confines of the dungeon. 

We walked the short distance to Manchester Victoria station to get the train to a destination outside the city at some remote location. I carried all the equipment that my Master wanted taken with us, whilst he walked empty handed.  This was my first experience of what being a Slave was going to be like.

'No point in having a Slave if you don't make full use of him' I was told.

By the time the train reached the station close to the dungeon, it was pitch black outside.  As we stepped off the train, I had not a clue where I was, or to where I was about to be taken. I knew that I had no reason to be scared, but that did not stop my heart pounding as we walked the dimly lit streets until we reached the dungeon itself.

Kris opened the door into the premises, and I was told to stand still as the door was closed behind me. I was immediately blindfolded and after what seemed to be several minutes, was escorted up a flight of stairs to a first floor room where I was then immediately secured by my wrists to hooks above my head. I was left in that position as my Master informed me that he was going to get changed and prepare the dungeon equipment for me. 

I was left blindfolded and suspended by my wrists with my feet just touching the floor beneath me as I waited for the attention of my Master.  I heard my Master's footsteps entering the room. It was then I realised that I was being held captive in a bathroom.

I heard the sound of a toilet seat being lifted and rested on cistern behind, followed by the unmistakeable sound of pissing into the toilet bowl. I imagined my Master's hot, steaming piss flowing from his cock, and as the toilet was flushed, I thought to myself 'what a waste of good piss'.

Eventually my long wait for my Master's attention was over, as I felt the thin white fabric of my old white tee shirt being ripped to shreds. I was now half naked.

'Time for a shave', said Kris, examining my chest.

I heard the basin filling with hot water as shaving gel was applied to my chest, before the razor did its job.

Without warning, I was given my first taste of torture: tight metal clamps were placed on each nipple, causing excruciating pain. 

I struggled as I remained strung up to the hooks over my head.  Forgetting all about the agreed 'stop word', I begged for mercy, which was fortunately granted. However things were just beginning...

The pain of having each clamp removed was even worse.  I then felt Kris's hands getting to grips with my torn, faded blue jeans.

'Let's get these off you now' he taunted.

He rapidly started to tear them apart ... rip ...rip ...rip... Bit by bit, my favourite old pair of jeans were being torn to shreds, first at the arse, then each leg from the waist to my ankles.

'Please no, I love wearing these jeans' I pleaded, but I was ignored.

'Tough, you won't be wearing these any more Slave, I shall see to that'.

Next, off came my tight, white cotton underwear, as one rip from the back exposed my arse, cock n balls. Then another heavy tug on the waistband, stretching it until it broke free from my body.  I was left almost totally naked, apart from my white socks and grey boots which were still supporting my suspended body on the floor.

More torture followed in quick succession as my tits were squeezed tightly by his fingers, then my bollocks which were tightly gripped with one hand, followed by a hard spanking on my exposed and vulnerable arse. I cried out in agony.

'Be quiet & shut up Slave!'

I sensed the cords suspending me being untied.  My aching arms were allowed to fall to my side.

'Time to take you into the dungeon' I was told. 'Don't worry Slave; I've hardly started with you yet'.

Still wearing just my boots and socks, I was lead into the dungeon room itself, and guided backwards towards what turned out to be a St. Andrews Cross.

'Right, I want you now to remove your boots and socks, do it now'.

Still blindfolded, I slowly got down to floor level in order to slowly remove them.

'Come on, hurry up boi, we are not here all night'.

I tried to remove them quickly and stumbled to the floor as I lost my balance.

'You're pathetic' he said, as I tried with difficulty to obey his demands.

I was then lifted up and placed on the wooden cross structure. My wrists and ankles were tied in turn to each corner of the cross, leaving me completely secured and immobile.

'Don't you go anywhere, I'm going out for a few minutes', he instructed with great sarcasm.

Before leaving he promptly removed my blindfold.

'You might as well take a good look around while I disappear, as you are going to spend a lot of time here in the future'.

He closed the door behind him.

As I looked around me, I was utterly amazed by the assortment of BDSM equipment that had been collected in the dungeon.

Immediately in front of me was a Dog Cage with a padded platform on top, which

I assumed was used as a Bondage Bed. Beyond this was a Punishment Bench and I couldn’t help but wonder if one day I’d be on it. 

Attached to wall hooks were a menacing display of chains, ropes, canes, wooden and leather paddles, tawses, blindfolds; gags; masks, nipple clamps, ankle & wrist restraints and plenty more.

After a while, Kris opened the door and walked back into the dungeon room and smiled.

'Pleased to see you're still here, Slave'.

Feeling a bit bloody minded at this point, I decided to take my chances:

'All the same if I wanted to go off somewhere, what chance would I have being tied to the cross as I am, you knew damn well I'd still be here'.

Kris wasted no time in reprimanding me.

'Don't you ever backchat me like that again sub, or next time you will be severely punished. You have a position of servitude here, and you will respect me at all times and never question or comment what I say or do to you. Do you understand Slave?’

'Yes Sir, I'm really sorry Sir, please forgive me'.

You will be punished for those remarks Slave, before we leave here later this evening, I shall give you a thrashing that you will not forget in a hurry'.

I apologised again.  It fell on deaf ears as I was ignored.

A rubber mask was placed over my head, and I was again blindfolded as I remained tightly secured to the St. Andrews Cross, in total blackness.

A soft rubber ball gag was forced into my mouth as I was instructed to 'open wide'.  Straps were secured around my head.  I was unable to move a muscle; unable to see anything, unable to talk. All I could do was to hang there and wait...

***

AARGHHH!!!

Fingers tightly gripped my left nipple and squeezed real hard.  Another hand gripped my cock n balls, harder and harder, as fingers continued to twist my left nipple, followed by the right nipple, leaving the left throbbing furiously as a reminder of the torture it had just been subjected to moments before.

I struggled hopelessly to escape my Master's tight grip on two very sensitive parts of my body, only to be reminded that there was no chance of escape anywhere!

‘What’s the matter Slave, come on... you can take it', he taunted.

My body was straining against the wooden cross structure as I tried to scream out:

'Mercy, please Master ... mercy!’

But the ball gag was tight in my mouth, my jaws trapped open, unable to move.

I felt cord being tied around my throbbing cock n balls.  Weights were then attached.  I felt as if my genitals were being stretched to the floor below. 

My sore nipples were subjected to more finger torture as I threw my masked head back and forth, attempting to black out the pain.

'How are you feeling now, Slave'?

'Very sore Sir' I replied to the best of my ability.

'Sorry Slave, unless you speak clearly, I can’t understand a word you’re saying!’

I hung my head in surrender.  I then felt a sharp, tingling sensation on the inside of my right leg.  What felt like a very sharp instrument travelled up the inside of my thighs, until it reached my crotch, then again and again!  The sensation was pure torment, made more-so as I had no idea what was being used.

'What are you doing Master', I tried to cry - 'what the fuck is that?’

I heard him chuckle to himself as this unknown instrument was introduced to other parts of my body - my chest and stomach; my armpits; my feet; the sides of my arse cheeks.

I was completely at the mercy of my Master, and yet I knew deep down that he would never subject me to any harm.  What had I to worry about?  Nothing, just suffer the pain and torment that I was being subjected to, as part of my training weekend!

Once that ordeal was concluded, the weights were removed from my cock n balls, and the ball gag extracted from my aching mouth.

'Time for us to take a break now, Slave; have a bite to eat and a drink'.

Wow, I thought to myself, perhaps he’s not so bad a Master after all.  I hadn’t expected the luxury of a half-time refreshment break.

He left the room to prepare the food, leaving me tied to the cross, blindfolded.

I waited for what must have been at least 10 minutes for his return.

When he re-entered the room, I awaited my release from the cross and blindfold. I was somewhat surprised by what came next...

'Open your mouth, Slave'.

I obeyed, although somewhat confused.  I felt cold water slowly being trickled from a mug, into my mouth.

'Have a drink Slave, you deserve it', I was told.

This wasn’t what I had expected!

He informed me he was going to sit and enjoy his coffee before giving me my food.  It was then I first suspected this wasn’t going to be a normal refreshment break.

As my Master relaxed and drank his coffee, he explained to me that I was to be spoon-fed a number of assorted delicacies whilst still blindfolded. I was expected to identify by taste, each of the foods given, and swallow everything in full. If I failed to identify the correct food, I would be punished with the cane at the end of my meal.

I was given my first spoonful. After chewing it over, I suspected it to be a mixture of salmon and banana. I was correct.

Then came the next spoon... rice and corned beef?  I got it wrong.

At the end of my most unusual dinner, I had scored 4 correct tastings out of 6.  This

resulted in punishment consisting of 12 strokes of the cane on my bare arse, 6 strokes for each of my incorrect identifications.

I was released from the cross and ordered to turn around.  I was tied again by my wrists and ankles to the 4 comer points, spread-eagled with my arse available for punishment. I was to count each stroke of the cane and thank my Master for my punishment.

'One... thank you Master! Two... thank you Master! Three ...'

After the eleventh stroke, I was warned that the twelfth and final stroke would be hard, and to prepare myself. I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, and waited...

Swiiish!!

I yelled in agony as my arse took the heavy cane, sending seething pain through both my cheeks. My arse felt as though it was on fire.

'Twelve.... thank you Master'.

'Next time, let’s hope you do better with your meal' he said, with sarcasm in his voice.

'Meanwhile, for further understanding of your status here, take this'.

I was then severely thrashed with a leather paddle on my already sore arse.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

I yelled in agony as each thrashing landed on target, my butt-cheeks now burning hot.

'No point protesting Slave, no one can hear you up here'.

Seven, eight, nine, ten...

'Mercy Master, please no... mercy please Master'.

'Take it sub, take it' was his only response as the eleventh and twelfth thrashes

were heavily administered.

The straps securing me to the wooden cross were unfastened, and I was guided onto the padded platform on top of the dog cage and given further instruction.

'Lie down on your back in the middle of this, spread your legs apart, and place your hands behind your head'.

I did exactly as I was told, wondering what I was to be subjected to next. My ankles and wrists were secured to each corner, so I was again spread-eagled and still blindfolded.

I laid there in mental suspense for some minutes whilst Kris prepared his next

Act; and whatever it was, I sensed I was destined for more discomfort and torture.

Suddenly I felt a hot burning sensation on my stomach that lasted only seconds, then again, this time on my chest, then on the tops of my legs. Each time I jumped slightly lifting my entire body, wrists to ankles, from the bondage bed.

'How does that feel Slave?  Nothing to worry about, it's just hot candle wax, won't do you any harm at all, though it may hurt a little'.

He then moved his hand high above my genitals and slowly tilted the burning candle until the hot melting wax dripped and landed around the base of my cock, immediately solidifying hard onto my firm balls.

I gritted my teeth as each drop landed, whilst somehow managing to control my resistance to pain, sensing this would please my Master.

'That's better Slave, you’re beginning to relax now. You will learn to trust me in time'.

The hardened lumps of wax were later scraped off my body, before I my release finally came and I was ordered to kneel at my Master's boots.

'Now clean those boots with your tongue Slave.  Don't stop until I tell you. Understand?’

'Yes Sir', I replied with conviction.

With one hand holding the base of his left leg, my tongue started to do its job, licking and washing the top of his boot, followed by the rim around the base.

'Don't forget the backs', he taunted as I frantically licked the leather clean.

I moved my head around to the back of his heel, immediately feeling his right foot in

the arch of my back, pinning my twisted body to the floor as my tongue continued its cleaning task.

When satisfied the first boot had been properly cleaned, he moved his right foot onto the floor, bent himself forward and pushed my head onto his right boot.

'Carry on, Slave'.

I licked and washed his other boot with great determination. I was determined I wasn’t going to be punished for doing a poor job. Again my body was pinned to the floor by his other foot, adding to my humiliation and degradation by enhancing my new position of Servitude.  I was now a Slave at work. 

On conclusion of the boot cleaning, I was told to kneel at his feet and look towards the top of his black leather jeans.

'I bet you’d like to have my cock to suck now Slave, wouldn’t you’?

I was aroused at the thought of having my Master's firm cock in my mouth to suck.

'Yes please Master', I eagerly confirmed.

'Not tonight.  You don't get anything tonight, just back to your hotel to sleep Slave'.

My heart sank.  I had been held in mental chastity, and ordered not to play with myself for the 7 preceding days and was now feeling very horny.

'Please Master', I begged, but he would not change his decision and I was reminded of my position and the need to obey.

My first session in the dungeon was concluded at this point, so I was instructed to get dressed and make myself presentable before leaving for the station to return to Manchester City Centre.

On the return train journey, Kris confirmed the arrangements for the remainder of the weekend, and I headed to my hotel room for a good night’s sleep and reflection on my time in captivity with my new Master.

I slept well and woke up refreshed on the Saturday.  My cock hardened instantly as I remembered my experiences the previous evening, realising that today was going to be my first full day as a Slave. I had placed my trust in Kris, and this had been proven. I felt happy. 

My mobile phone bleeped at 5.30 pm: A text message from my Master informing me he was outside the hotel and instructing me to get down and meet him right away.

I made my way to the 3rd floor lift landing and waited for the lift to arrive. My heart started to beat faster as I approached the ground floor reception area and he gave me a warm re-assuring smile as I met him when stepping out of the lift.

We agreed to go down to the basement bar for a few drinks and exchange feed-back on the previous day's experience, which we both agreed had gone very well.

We had a few hours to enjoy before going out for evening dinner, so went up to my room.  Once inside, I was told to kneel at his feet, and was allowed to sniff around the front of his jeans after kissing his boots.

I started to breathe heavily as my nose eagerly explored & sniffed around the buttoned fly of his jeans, beneath which was the cock I so desperately wanted in my mouth.

I soon lost control as my tongue started to lick the firm denim and my hands clung to the back of his legs, slowly progressing upwards until I was clutching his denim clad arse cheeks firmly in the palms of my hands.

'I bet you want my cock in your mouth right now, don't you Slave'!

I confirmed that I desperately needed to be granted this privilege, in the hope that my needs would now be fulfilled!

Kris pulled himself away from me and climbed onto the bed, leaving me kneeling on the floor. As he laid back and made himself comfortable with his legs slightly apart, I was relieved to hear what came next...

'OK then Slave, come and meet your Master's cock. You’ve waited long enough'.

Within seconds I was up on the bed at his side. My hands went straight to the metal fastening at the top of his jeans & released it before slowly undoing the button fly. My right hand caressed the front of his pants, beneath which I got my first feel of his stiffening cock and balls.

My hand later moved down into his crotch inside the jeans exploring between his legs. I was becoming extremely aroused and my cock hardened, pressing firmly against my white cotton pants inside my tight blue jeans. Both my hands reached for the waistband of my Master’s pants, lowering them to reveal the splendour of his cock and balls.  As I played with them in my hand, I was permitted to gently take his cock in my mouth.

Kris informed me he wanted to watch a programme on TV for an hour, during which I would be able to suck his cock to satisfy my needs.

This pleased me no end, giving me a full hour to worship and suck his cock. I lowered my mouth onto the shaft of his cock and started to lick and suck to my heart’s content, frequently moving my mouth down to attend to his balls, as instructed.

We left for dinner at 9.00 pm, and enjoyed a good meal with excellent conversation. We’d both agreed before we met that role play and normal social behaviour, especially when in public, would be separated - to enable us to develop a friendly relationship aside from the obvious social limitations of continual role play.

At one point during our meal, Kris lifted my respect for him to an even higher level, when he discussed with me his sincere feelings for those that go about reconciling their subordinate inclinations with a determined presence of mind to see it through and act out their fantasies to the full.

He believes a Slave deserves to be proud for having the courage to turn his inclination into reality. I felt for the first time a sense of pride in becoming his sub.

We returned to my hotel room after midnight. Before going to bed, I was to be punished with a further 12 strokes of the cane. I asked why this punishment was to be inflicted.  I was reminded of what I had been told the day before ... Not to question his decisions on anything.  I said no more. 

My jeans and pants were lowered to my ankles, and I got onto the bed with my arse presented high, ready for strict punishment. I took the 12 strokes like a man, and was given an additional 6 strokes as punishment for my failure to accept his decision without question.  I was starting to learn the hard way. 

We went to bed and enjoyed a brief cuddle which Kris believed to be an essential part in bonding. I was not allowed any sex. This would wait for the 3rd and final day of my weekend induction.

Before going to sleep, I was told the next day we would be exploring the possibility of Dog Training. I asked no questions!!

Before parting company for a few hours on Sunday morning, I was given a small task: to find a shop where I could buy a medium sized bowl, suitable for food & water to be provided on the floor.  I accepted this task, again without question.

I returned to my hotel in the afternoon with a good chrome dish. Whilst I couldn’t be certain of the reason for this, I had my suspicions. 

Kris arrived back at the hotel at 5.30 pm and after a quick drink in the bar, we returned to my room. I was reminded of his plans for this session, and asked if I had any objection to the possibility of being trained as his dog at some point in the future.

I had no objection to this, so it was agreed that for the next couple of hours or so, we’d explore the possibility further.

I was told to strip completely naked and to get down on the floor on hands and knees.  A collar was placed around my neck and a lead attached, enabling me to be walked around the room on all 4's.  A pair of rolled up socks was thrown across the room and I was ordered to fetch it on all 4's as quickly as possible.  The chrome dish was placed on the floor in front of me and I was ordered to drink from it, without using my hands.

I was taught 4 essential dog positions:

Here, Sit, Stand, and Present

I was made to practice these repeatedly for half an hour until able to adopt the required position correctly and instantly on command.  I was finally taught to sniff around my Master's crotch as a dog!

This proved a test to determine my suitability for this role. I passed the test and my Master was very pleased by my performance. I was now destined to become part human and part dog at some date in the future!

We went down to the hotel restaurant for a celebration dinner, having come to the conclusion of an extremely beneficial and enjoyable weekend.

Kris asked for feedback on his performance over the 3 days, and I was delighted to confirm my total satisfaction! 

I told him of my pride in having been accepted as his subordinate, and stressed the high level of respect that I had already built up for him as my Master, which was essential for a good Master/Slave relationship.

When back in the room, I was given my reward. I was allowed to freely worship my Master's body as a humble Slave. At a time confirmed by Kris, I was allowed to climax and shot my load all over his black boots, before cleaning them of course, with my tongue!!

We shared a farewell drink before parting. I felt sad at the thought of having to return home the next morning, but glad that I had, at last, met my Master. 

Saying our goodbyes, we agreed to meet again the following month in December.  The next morning I boarded my train back to London feeling extremely happy and contented.

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