"Tomorrow, we will start with your choice of name, and allow you to give meaning to that name."Tomorrow, we will start with your choice of name, and allow you to give meaning to that name. Your story, as everything occurring this weekend, is recorded for our records. "There are then four questions which must be answered for your training. First, you need to know the source of your own power as a master, and how to keep yourself focused within such power. Second, you will be informed about how we effect gender flexibility in our masters. Third, we will discuss rules concerning slaves and other people in your possession, and how they should be taught to express themselves. Finally, we will discuss the nature of our politics, and other issues around representing our views and beliefs to the rest of the world. "Once we have answered these questions, you will be allowed to practice what you have learned. The remainder of the weekend will be devoted toward readjusting you to the changes in your situation and playing with the boundaries of your new power in a safe space. In many ways, what I am suggesting at this point is not so much a new set of abilities, but a new way of looking at your established and innate abilities." He rose from the couch, grabbed one of the cushions which were scattered around the strikingly bare room, and placed it next to hir. Slowly he removed his clothing, revealing his hairless, slightly muscled chest, his firm, well-shaven legs, and a beautiful cock. He tossed the clothing aside and nestled himself into the cushion. Sie stared at each motion, feeling the rhythm of his every move. Sie immediately realized he was presenting himself before hir, that he was allowing hir to become comfortable with every inch of his body. And sie immediately wondered how he could ever become female: his body bordered on androgynous, but it was so hard for hir to forget the sight of his cock, the way his skin sloped downward from his belly to the cock in a way which sie never experienced a woman's genitalia. He looked into hir eyes, and knew hir thoughts: sie needed to be punished, brought under the spell of hir obedience. He reached out his hand and grazed hir cheek with a soft stroke of his finger. Sie watched the breathing of his chest, the slow rolling of his navel underneath his broad chest. |