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Subject: {ASSM} The Lesson #3 {bree} (Mdom bd sm cons)
Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 01:10:03 -0400
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"The Lesson #3"
    by bree


It was Saturday afternoon, and i was dreading what would take
place in only an hour from now.

Master had told me we would be going to the new club for the
evening. I was to wear His favorite outfit; high heels, thigh
highs, black thongs, red leather skirt slit on the side, nipple
chain, black see thru blouse and is fav black leather collar.My
hair was to be straight and only pulled back from my ears with
small clasps.My makeup was to be light, and his scent, Shalmar,
to be on my body before dressing.

Trembling i prepared myself for the bath, trying to stay focused
and not concentrate on the night ahead.

The water was very hot, and the scent of citrus filled my head.I
lay back and closed my eyes, determined to not think about this.

My hand gently started to move upward to my breasts, and as they
slid lightly over the nipples, I flinched. "Still sore" i
muttered. "How much can this body take?"

Master called this "Training and expanding my limits." I called
it more like getting His rocks off. I knew training--the right
kind of training. My father had made sure I was well trained
before he had "given me" to Master. I remember them well...those
lessons. I HAD done well. My father had told me how proud of me
he was--my closest sissy had begged me to mentor her so that she
would be able to serve her Master as well.

Sighing, i began to wash my body, my hands traveling over my
ribs,(still sore from last weeks lesson), down over my stomach,
and stopped at the mound--which was cleanly shaven as Master
liked it.. Downward i went, and gently washed the pussy lips, and
then clit. The shot of pain as i made contact with my clit was a
real jerk back to reality. Realization that I had no where healed
well enough for another session. Maybe I could talk to
Master--explain i was still recovering from the week before. NO,
i could not. I sighed once more and hurried to finish the bath
and dried off quickly, slipping on the silk robe.

I quietly went into the bedroom, and sat in front of the mirror.
I stared at the image before me, as if I were seeing myself for
the first time. Was that ME?  In a matter of 6 months had I
changed THAT much? My eyes were dull, no shine to them, and i
looked as if my eyes had sunk in.  My skin did not have the glow
i remembered, but was pale in color now.  I removed the robe to
try and view my backside. Master had said he wanted me to lose
weight, but surely he could not think this looked good?  The
scale tipped at about 97 lbs. My God! I was 5'6" tall...I even
knew this was bad!  I turned slightly to see my bottom. The
bruises were still there, and turning now purple in color, angry
looking against my paleness. "I can't DO this anymore" i said out
loud, as a tear slid down my face. "Oh God, help me! i can't
endure more!"  I started to tremble so hard i had to go back to
the dressing table and sit.  Automatically, I began doing my
makeup as my mind continued on the path of sadness.  "STOP THIS!"
I told myself.

When Master came in to shower, i was dressed, calm and ready. I
sat quietly in the chair while He dressed, and then followed His
order to "Come". The ride to the club was quiet, and as we pulled
into the parking lot, Master spoke. "You remember bree, to make
me proud. Do NOT make Me lose face this evening". I only nodded
"yes."

The club was large, and I could see many halls to other parts of
the building.

Guessing, i figured there were about 30 people in the main room,
and i saw others going and coming from the other doors.  I
observed the "dress" in the room. The majority of the subs were
dressed as i was. Some looked very at ease, while others had the
dull "I don't care" look that ones who have their spirit broken
tend to get.

Master went to a table and sat, and then pulled my leash to let
me know i belonged at His feet.  As i looked again, I saw 2 doors
that a few had gone in and out of, and in the center of the room
was a stage. "maybe it won't be me this time" i told
myself...maybe...

Master had left to talk to a few friends that had arrived. Soon
the lights dimmed, and the music softened. Master took His seat,
leaned over me and whispered, "Make me PROUD".

The announcer stood in the stage and introduced himself, welcomed
A/all for coming, and said that tonights scening sessions were in
3 different rooms. Room one, the main one where we were, would be
a one on one with one of the "best trainer" around Illinois, and
a sub.  Room 2 was the chamber of pain/pleasure, where A/all were
welcome to go and try their hands on the new toys for subs. Room
3 was the room of beds, which was for large groups to exchange
their subs for sexual scening.  The announcer said he would give
everyone a few minutes to get where they wished to be.

I looked up at Master, my eyes begging to not be included in any
of tonights festivitys. Master ignored me.

People started to shuffle around, some going to other rooms, some
staying. Master did not move.

Soon the night started. The announcer introduced the trainer, and
then spoke quietly. "The first participant this evening will be
Master John Owens sub, bree." The room started to spin as Master
led me up to the trainer by the leash, handed it to him, and
walked back to His seat.

Slowly, i felt presence of the room, and heard others quiet talk,
and then, ooooooooh then.the pain! Burning like nothiing i had
endured before. Just as i whispered "yes Master" the trainer
spoke. "You endured a beating bree, but this is only the
beginning. It is said you also cannot follow orders. We will see.
I ask you Sir John to command your slut to do something now. Let
us see if she listens." I heard Master Johns voice. "bree you
will beg the trainer to repeat this beating, You will continue to
beg until he does so. You will do this without question, or the
next ones will be double what you feel now."

I felt as if at that moment there was indeed no God. How could He
allow such suffereing if He were here with me?  My eyes filled in
tears, but did not flow. My mind raced for an answer. What do i
do? Perhaps if i do nothing, they would simply kill me. Yes! That
was it, out of this hell hole and free!. But my mind screamed
"NO! I want to live! I want to know love..kindness. I will not
give the Devil my spirit!" Devil? where had that come from? 
Master = devil? Evil-goodness, confused, so confused. I focused
hard. NO! I knew my God would not forsake me. I knew that!

I opened my mouth and whispered, "please trainer. Please this
slut would like another beating Sir. Please, i beg you to beat
this slut Sir...." I heard the people start to clap. Im not sure
still why they did, but i went quickly then to my dark and safe
place the moment the cane struck me.

2 days later, i woke and was told by my sissys that i was home
and in my room. The pain was unbelievable, and as I tried to move
to turn, a moan escaped my mouth, followed by a scream. "lay
still bree oh pleaseeeee! you will surely pop the stitches!" said
my sis Shannon.  I tried to focus on staying calm and holding
still. "What damage was done?" i whispered.  Sue, the other sis,
was at my side with a water bottle, and i sipped slowly. She held
the glass for me as she silently cried. Shannon answered. You
have 14 stitches, multiple bruising and damage to your neck sis,
although they are unsure how much right now." I moaned softly
shutting my eyes tightly.,and I heard Sue talking quietly. "Sis
you have GOT to get out of here! He is crazy!" He will surely one
day kill you sure!". Tears ran freely down her face, and i
reached out and squeezed her hand. "Shhhhhhhhhh....tis alright
sis. My God will not let that happen--shhhhhh." She wept that day
the tears i could not. But i felt the tears...

I nodded gently in comprehension, and then went back to sleep..to
heal..so that i can and will again, endure the next......LESSON.


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