PART FOUR r – Training

  I cracked his ass with the buggy whip, and had him walk me down the hallway. Past the bathroom, to Lightning's room. I tugged hard, and turned him around. He pulled me back down the hallway and into my room. I tugged him left, and guided him around the foot of the bed. Then I turned him around, and we went back. I did this innumerable times in a row. Why? It was fun, just pure and simple fun.

  I have no idea how long I did this with him, it was too much fun and a real rush. I actually got into it, and took training him seriously.

  "Concentrate on only my voice…"

  "Stop. You don't pull at one speed. I yell pull, you start out faster. I whisper pull, you creep. Lets work on that…"

  "Now. You hear me say pull more? You start going faster. You feel this…"

  I gave the super gentle touches back on his reins both at once.

  "…that? Is slow down, but don't stop. Again… pull…"

  I worked with him for quite a while at this, and got a good bit of control over him. When I had speed control and turning control both down pat, I put something in the middle of the floor in Lightning's room and we practiced going down, and I turned him around it. When he knocked it over one time too many though… I roped his colr to the foot of her closest bedpost, and whipped him mercilessly with the buggy whip.

  "That was bad!"

  "Bad horsie!"

  "You're not concentrating on my voice!"

  "Bad!"

  "You're not feeling the strength of my turns correctly! Get it right!"

  "You wanna be a naughty horseie? This is what naughty horsies get! Bad!"

  I tugged his reins back hard, to cut off any cry with every stroke. I finished off with a long series of buggy whip cracks, before releasing him to gasp for air. Then I untied him from his "whipping post" in her room, and we went back to it.

  "We'll try it again. Pull…"

  I worked with him, until he had it all working. He could go down the hallway smoothly, and I could turn him around the object and back out and down the hallway. Back down into my room, turn at the foot of the bed. Back again.

  When I finally had to pee, I whispered pull and gentle tugs, to maneuver him to pull me into the bathroom and stopped him just at the toilet. I sat down and gave my little pee. I put my stocking foot to his face, and got kisses there.

  "You're starting to be a good horsie. You concentrate on my voice, and learn to react to my commands, my voice, my instructions with the reins… it starts to work well. Hmm. You're probably thirsty. Lets get you a drink…"

  I stood up after my short pee, I didn't hardly have to go at all, I was just seeing if I could maneuver him with gentle commands around a new obstacle bringing me in.

  "Horsie? Drink."

  I sighed.

  "Horsies do what they're commanded to do. Mommy's voice tells you to drink? You drink…"

  I cut across his ass with a hard buggy whip shot. Then another, until he stuck his head down into the bowl I had lifted the seat up on for his "drink".

  It had been fresh water in the bowl, and I had honestly only taken a tiny couple squirts. I made him drink out of the bowl that I had just peed into the water.

  We got turned around, and back out and did it all for a while more. Then, I led him back in. This time, he drank when commanded to. We went back out and worked some more, then I had him pull me back into our bedroom. I had him do turns in pce, both directions. Then I parked him at the foot of the bed, with whispered "pull" instructions, until he was right at the foot of the bed. I told him to stay, and I got his harness off of him.

  "Kneel. Face where it belongs."

  "Now. This wasn't punishment. This? Was training. You see how much we can do, when you learn a few commands, and you concentrate on just my voice? You obey my voice, you obey my commands, we can get things done. Mommy? Is a tiny bit happier with you. You did pretty well for your first time. We'll work on it more often. We can do some work just here in my room, but I'm going to take you out somewhere, and exercise you. See what you've learned, see how you perform. Now. Is there something you want to tell mommy? Now is the time."

  He thanked me for teaching him how to be a good horsie.

  "You finally learned to be a good boy. Keep it up. This lesson was all about concentrating on my voice? And following my commands. Don't forget it, and you can begin to impress me, that I'm not wasting my time."

  "Now. We're going to keep the blindfold on, keep you concentrating on just my voice. Responding to my commands. Lets take you for a walk…"

  I walked him all over the house, room to room and back again. Made him heel up, do tricks, the works. Living room, kitchen, back upstairs, in my room and Lightning's room both. I walked him around his object, and told him he was a good boy for navigating it properly without knocking it over. I still had the buggy whip with me, but rarely had to use it. I walked him back into the bathroom, and this time when commanded to "drink", he did it easily.

  "Humiliating, isn't it? Being made to drink mommy's pee. That's what you get, for not respecting me enough to listen to me, and obey me. You don't like it? Don't backslide on my training again. Or you'll get nothing else to drink. Are we clear?"

  "Yes mommy."

  "All right. You're learning, I think. Let's walk back into my room… come on, heel up. You know the way…"

  "Kneel. Stay."

  I took his blindfold off finally.

  "Now take mommy's socks off. Mommy wants to py with you some."

  I threw my socks around, and we pyed fetch, did tricks, pyed more fetch. I rubbed his head, and was continually amazed that I truly enjoyed this.

  "Now. Mommy wants a treat. Does the little boy want a treat too? A treat that doesn't come out of the toilet bowl."

  He did, go figure.

  "Stay…"

  He kissed my ankles and stayed kneeling, quite obediently. I went and got the half gallon of brandy and a clean little juice gss we used for it. Then I went and got the baggie of pot I had pinched out of zy whore number three's gigantic pot dealer's stash.

  "Now. You, have been a good little boy long enough, mommy is going to trust you. You have my permission, only this time because I said so… to go and get the little red bong mommy likes. Its in zy whore number three's room. Be careful of used condoms…"

  "Good boy. Now. What happens if you go into any of the girl's rooms without my permission. Say it."

  "Mommy takes me down the basement."

  "And what happens to you down in the basement for that. Say it."

  "Mommy will… whip the skin off my ass."

  "And don't forget that."

  I poured us some brandy, and drank my couple fingers. Then I poured him some. When I held it out for him, and he reached for it. I smacked his hand and said "no!".

  He held his mouth open for me to feed it to him.

  "Now. Go get us a big gss of ice. All ice. Shoo…"

  When he came back, I filled the little bong up with ice. I packed up a nicely filled bowl, and did mine. I held it out for him, and retracted when he reached for it. He obediently held his mouth forwards, kneeling at my feet. I lit it for him. We both had another little snort of brandy, then each had another bong rip.

  I draped my knees over his shoulders, and did slutty kissing.

  "Next time you pull me around. You can impress me by showing me you learned how to do it. Then? You won't get as much buggy whip. Might be more fun for you, without being whipped, don't you think?"

  He agreed. I checked my phone for weather.

  "Hmm. Gonna rain real bad. Little early for the shower. I was kinda wanting to maybe take you for a walk. On the trails. My pn was to walk you blindfolded, get you to trust me leading you around. Build trust. I wish we had more privacy, I'd walk you around naked on trails, little boy. Maybe tie you to a tree somewhere, and use you."

  After slutty kissing, and I'm sure the bong hits didn't hurt any… I wanted a snack. He agreed, so we went down and I had him make me some food. The rain came, and stayed. We ate in the living room, killing time. Watched some TV, slutty kissing. Games of naked fetch. Then I had an idea.

  "You. Do you want mommy to have fun?"

  He did.

  "The rain ain't quitting, and its getting dark out. I'm gonna have some fun with you, little boy…"

  I walked him back upstairs. We did several bong rips each, and downed a good gss each of brandy. I told him I wanted him buzzed up right along with me. I had him get dressed, and had him wear my old soccer spikes he practiced with me in. My practice shorts and a practice T shirt. I sent him to get some clean towels and leave them by the door for when we got back, and to wait for me at the door. I packed my little beach bag, and grabbed the snowboard. He looked at me like I was from Mars, and I ughed.

  "Come on. Little water never hurt a horse any. You wanna make me happy, or not?"

  He did.

  "Then move it… I got the bag, you carry the board. Shoo."

  As soon as we were out of sight of the townhouses, I blindfolded him. I led him by the hand, and walked him to the woods line out back and we followed it. When I got to the trails, I stopped him. Strict mommy voice, to get him moving.

  "Strip. Leave my spikes and practice socks on. The rest? Off."

  All he had to strip off was my practice shorts and my T shirt. I had him hold them out, and drop them in a pstic shopping bag I tied shut and wrapped up and interred into my little beach bag. I got his rough rope "X" harness on him, and clicked on the carabiner to the snowboard, which was now going to be a mud-board. I set up his bit, checking he had a little more breathing room than st time in the house. I was going to exert him, and he'd need more air. I got on the board, got situated in a slight crouch I had picked up quick and hauled back on his "reins". He was without air while I quickly gave him instructions.

  "Just concentrate on my voice. We'll be fine, if you just follow commands like in the house."

  I yanked hard and hissed ominously.

  "Don't make me put the whip to you. You know I will, if I have to. I'll tie your colr to any two trees I see, and give it to you good… do not test me."

  I surprised myself, with my venomous warning. But, I was flying high, had some brandy in me as well, and I was awash in a new rush like I'd never felt. I let him breathe some and get ready after my warning, then decided it was time. I gave a low "pull", which he knew was the very slow walking, and then a little "pull… pull…" to get the walking pace where I wanted it. I gently steered him with a rein onto the trail, and had him walk me around the trails.

  Christ was my twat getting wet. I had a trained submissive human horse, hitched up to my board I rode, and was watching him walk me naked on the trails. I started ughing and couldn't quit. I didn't have to put the buggy whip to him once, although a few times just for fun to watch him jump, ughing at his reaction. I told him to be good, and I gave him a lurid description of tying his colr between two trees, and whipping the hell out of him. Reminding him it would get him nowhere, except doing exactly what he was doing now, save for doing it with a well whipped and wet naked ass.

  When we finally got where I wanted to be, I spun him in a hard circle twice then stopped him, and got off my board.

  "Not bad. Not bad at all. Now… we're gonna take a little break."

  I had put his little LED work light I'd seen him use on his head, to let me navigate the trails. This was too much fun.

  "You're doing fine. Now. I don't think I ever had you up in the meadow up top of the hill behind the woods and the trails. We're going to walk a trail in the tall grass slowly a few times. To give me a path. Then? I'm gonna put the whip to you, and run your naked ass till you drop. Let's have a drink to celebrate making it through the trails…"

  I had a gss of the brandy, and made him drink one as well.

  "Get ready, little boy. Here we go…"

  I spun him around once, then I set off.

  "Pull… pull, pull… good boy… right there…"

  I had him walk the length of the meadow. There were a few rge trees at both ends and in from the sides, and I selected one at the far end with good clearance around it. I walked him around it, tugging gently, then back up the length again to the other end. I selected the closest tree with clearance, and tugged gently around it. Back down and around this course several times walking. I had a path walked down in the tall wet grass. Then I started increasing speed.

  "Pull! Pull!"

  I cracked his ass with the buggy whip and ughed like a mad woman, which of course I might well be at this point, though I told myself it was just the brandy and the bong hits. I got him running, and kept him running. Any slight let up in his speed, brought a series of "Pull! Pull! Pull!" and hard buggy whip strokes that cut across his naked wet ass.

  I haven't had this much fun in years. If he tried to slow down from what I found his top speed was? You already know what happened to him and his ass. It took a while, but I finally managed to run him out. No amount of yelling "Pull!", and no number of buggy whip strokes got me anywhere, so I kept him moving as best I could until he was honestly just about to drop. I have no idea how long that took, but it was a while. Seemed like well over an hour. It was huge fun once I got the trail walked down and started getting him moving. The straightaways both sides up and down the meadow were fine, but cutting around the trees was the best. Gently tugging the reins to turn him.

  I stopped every once in a while, had a belt of brandy and made him have one too. Then went back to it. When I had him obviously pyed out, he was exhausted. I trotted him back to the trail we emerged here from, and gave him a short break. Then, I had him walk slowly through the trails again, and back to where we started.

  "Here. Put your shorts and shirt back on. You were a good boy, by the way. Mommy's proud of you."

  I got his harness and bit and reins off, and stowed everything in the bag. I walked him back blindfolded, carrying the board, then took it off when we got close on the tree line to head down to our townhouse. From the moment after I blindfolded him? I had put on Lightning's little action camera. Waterproof, shockproof, everything proof. Its for capturing video of her snowboarding or any other stuff she gets to do. I know how to use it, she's showed me how before and doesn't mind if I borrow it. I took it off, the instant before I took his blindfold back off. I had a high res movie of the whole thing. During little breaks for gulps of brandy? I would turn his head light on or off. That made for night vision clips of me making my rounds.

  I had stopped and clipped it to a tree twice. Once at a turning tree, to capture me coming around. Thought it would maybe be a great shot, who ever knows till you see it. Another time from the side of the meadow's edge. So I could see me coming past at full tilt, giving him the buggy whip as I went past. I have sound and everything. I'll be able to hear the "Pull! Pull!" and the cracks of the buggy whip on his ass. My threats to him that he would get tied between two trees and whipped good, I had it all.

  "All right, little boy. You can see why I had towels inside the door. Strip on your towel id down…"

  I did the same. When he went to take my towel and rush to dry me, I stopped him. I ordered him to simply "stay". When I was done toweling off, I toweled him off slowly and carefully.

  "You were a good horsie for mommy tonight. I have to take care of my horse, or I don't deserve to have one…"

  He's definitely not used to getting toweled off, such is always reserved for me. I bundled up all our wet clothes and towels into the two towels we had stood on, and told him gently to put them in the washer, but not to bother starting it yet. Our shower time would generate a few towels and washrags, so it could wait. When he got back, I sat him down in the kitchen, and asked him if he was hungry after being ridden so hard. He was again amazed I offered to cook for us. Another treat. While I was cooking for him. Naked mind you, with him sitting there in his birthday suit as well, I idly spoke.

  "As you can see, you made mommy happy. I haven't had that much fun in a couple years, I don't think. Don't get too used to this treatment, but… when you're a good boy? Good things can happen."

  I served him his meal, and mine. We sat and ate. I told him he was entitled to some normal time for the duration of the meal, so he could drop the mommy for now. I insisted on a frank talk about what we had been doing, and also just went and done. I discouraged him using euphemisms when describing things. This is about getting him over the natural shyness and shame of being so submissive to me. Every time we talk openly about things we do, he gets a little less shy about it. This way, when our time at this is over? We will by then be having very explicit conversations, jokes, etc. Openly. Any off the wall thing one of us wants to try, it will be no trouble at all to bring it up and discuss it.

  In the retionship from day one, I'm dominant. I have a natural tendency with my partner, to speak directly about things. Not beat around the bush. As a submissive retionship partner, his natural inclinations are to make references, bring things up gently. Use euphemisms to refer to things. Its like an English css sometimes talking to him. He's one of those intellectuals that doesn't have to force it or try, to use his extensive vocabury. He can very naturally speak in metaphors and similes. This allows him to tap dance verbally, and slowly bring things up gently and politely.

  His extensive and easy use of metaphors and simile, makes him great at being a mathematics and comp sci tutor. It allows him to find an analogy a jock will "get" easily, and turn it into a way to view the difficult mathematical concept or computer concept he's trying to expin. Once they "get" it, his job is 90 percent done. Now they can make use of everything else the professor is talking about.

  I like it when he does all this, I'm just breaking him of it for talking about our sex life. I talk dirty in bed, always have and always will. The stuff that comes out of my mouth is somewhat priceless. I find it amazingly cute how easy he blushes when I do it, in or out of bed. Its just that as we get farther down our kinky road, open and direct conversations will be easier. I'd rather he simply tells me something when our little training program is over, rather than hint or just deal with it instead of having us talk about it.

  I even cleared the table and rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher for him. I smiled at him to let him know it was part of this short little treat. I got us two more cold cans to wash dinner down.

  "So. I wanna have a little talk. Hey, hey… not that kind of talk. This talk won't hurt."

  He asked what about.

  "We're getting near shower time, hun. I just… wanted to talk about it first, that's all."

  "What about it…"

  "I think you're trying to make me happy and impress me, by asking for it that rough again, for shower fun. Lord knows you don't mind it rough, and I don't mind giving it to you that way."

  "I want to please you. That's the best way."

  "It is, it is… that was a really rough no punishment. Its very sweet of you, but… are you sure you wouldn't want a… slightly lighter version of it? When I tell you what we're going to do, you don't have a choice. But, when you ask? You have a choice what you ask for. Are you sure you want it that rough? I honestly didn't pn on you asking for anything quite that rough, until ter on after I'd… broken you in some more on it, if you know where I'm coming from here."

  "You don't want to?"

  "Oh… I'm going to fucking love it. Tell you what I'll do."

  "Okay."

  "I'll concentrate on fucking you. You had discipline today and tonight, and I'd like to focus on just that. But… my decision is final, and I want to change the original around some. To make it more fun for me. I'm used to hearing you scream in the basement, it'll be a kick for me to hear it in the shower for a change. So, don't be too surprised when its a little different. Just figured I'd warn you of… changes I was going to make. Not that you'll be in any position to refuse me whatever I feel like anyways. That never changes."

  "Anything, if it makes you happier."

  "Oh, it will. A big part of this, is me making myself happy. Any way I want to."

  "Anything you want, just tell me."

  "Okay… I'm going to describe what I want…"

  I spent the next half hour talking with him over cold drinks on ice, describing what I had in mind. Sure, I can just make him do whatever I want. But for this? I wanted him on board. He agreed it would be extra hot. Eventually, I led him upstairs.