The long Journey: Chapter 8

The remainder of the first three weeks had passed off well and I had felt my body developing under all the exercise. I had my night visitor from time to time and grew to look forward to it. I hadn’t made a fool of myself and had carried out my duties so I was hopeful of securing one of the places to continue. And so it was, I was through much to my relief; I had put so much effort in already, Yippee! After the others had left there were the chores and then physical training until lunch time, which was more lavish than usual, served by the staff and with wine or beer to drink as a celebration. That afternoon we were summoned to the lecture room and introduced to our lecturer to be, a rather studious-looking academic, which rather belied his role in the organisation. “Up until now you have been developing your bodies and organisational skills. For the next two weeks the mornings will be taken up with keeping your bodies in trim and the afternoons will be used to develop your minds. Now, I want you to line up against the wall. Consider it a scale of dominance from dominant on the left to subservient on the right and place yourself where you feel most comfortable.” The result was a real surprise to me; three of us lined up close to the left end and myself and the two others equally balanced on the right. “That is exactly as I would have predicted,” he said, “having seen all your application files and the reports on your performance here. Dai, please have the three on the left relieved of their collars from now on.” Dai nodded to Bert who complied. “Don’t get me wrong,” the lecturer said, “you are getting some liberty but the rules of the camp still apply. You can all sit down now. The three who have been freed should take a little while to think up a name for themselves which suits their persona. The three collareds remain nameless until we decide to name them. Our examination will continue with an investigation into the three strands of sub-dom, namely restriction, pain and humiliation. Here is a handout for you to study. Tomorrow afternoon we’ll start putting theory into practice - see you here at 14.00h sharp.”

That night I’d just got off to sleep when I felt a hand on my buttock. I thought it was Ahmed but not for long. I was manhandled onto my back by two guys. One straddled my chest confining my arms, put a hand over my eyes and with the same hand nipped my nose closed. As soon as I opened my mouth his cock was in – half hard – and I felt my mouth filling with a hot bitter liquid which I had to keep gulping down to stop it overflowing onto the sheets. When it stopped his cock hardened and mine did too. Then the other guy got on behind the first. He rubbed me and slipped a condom on before impaling himself. Whether the first guy then sat on him I don’t know. The bed creaked loudly and there was nothing I could do but lie back and enjoy the situation. Of course it had to be two of the guys who no longer wore their collars and so were no longer fixed to their beds.

At 14.00h the following day we started to investigate restriction – the many forms of it, whether it was a purely sexual phenomenon or part of our personality. Could love heighten the experience? Was being bound more arousing than being locked in a cage? We discussed extreme cases. A man had been stripped naked and screwed into a coffin fitted with two breathing tubes. The coffin had been buried in a graveyard for 24 hours before being dug up again. The guy was physically OK but the experience left him mentally traumatised. An amusing case featured someone that liked to pour melted wax, of different colours, all over his victim, from the top of the head downwards, until he was fully cased and could no longer move. First the subs practiced ropes on the Doms while the lecturer pointed out any deficiencies in technique. That way the Doms could experience firsthand how poor technique inflicted unintended punishments on their captive. They then got to practice on us to refine their technique.

After several days we moved on to humiliation – dog training, water sports, serving at table, verbals. Was it best applied by strangers or by someone you know? To practice techniques the same procedures were applied and by the end of it we were pretty good at them.

We finally moved onto discipline; how to inflict the right amount of pain and without causing unintended pain; the importance of build-up; the relative pain inflicted by different implements; how to improve resistance to pain. Needless to say nothing too strong was meted out. Between each of these subjects we were sent off with one of the assistants on a day trek with a picnic lunch. We all wore camos.