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My new chapterAs you may or may not know I have been a sub for a long time. At the start I felt like a Dom but as my experience grew I became more and more comfortable as a sub. I had some training. I had Dommes that taught me what it meant to be a sub.Recently I met Master William. He was different than any other Dominant I had ever met. After talking to him he offered to train me further. Since I never submitted to a man before I was hesitant but in talking with him I realized he has a lot to offer, and so I accepted. He asked me to come stay with him at his place for a week. A week filled with evaluation, training and making a plan to make me better as a sub. Eager to please I took the time off and went over to his place. A farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Upon arrival he sat me down and made me fill out some kaçak iddaa checklists and answer some questions. After answering he introduced me to his wife. She would aid him during the week. In presence of my new Master and Mistress I had to strip myself of all my clothing and in a short ceremony they collared me.The next order of business was a test of my limits and capabilities. They checked how long I could hold my breath, the diameter of sounds and buttplugs I could take. How much pain I could endure on the sensitive area's. I was tested on my abilities to follow commands and take on slave positions. After they completed the tests they told me the rules.1. I am to keep a journal of my experiences and progress. (Some of which I intend to share here.)2. Keep to my training schedule.3. I am denied any orgasm without kaçak bahis direct approval of my new Master.4. I am to complete any tasks given to me without breaking the rules.These in addition to the common rules such as using Sir and Madam to adress my superiors.They also took my name. Instead they gave me a number. Number 73. Made me wonder what happened to the previous 72 subjects they trained.A little while later I found myself tied up in the shed. It was dusty in there and there wasn't much except the things they used on me. I was tied standing up with my legs spread. My hands above my head and I was stretched out in a vertical spread-eagle. My Master was kind enough to tie a rope to my collar and put enough strain on it to make breathing difficult. As I was standing on my toes he tied a rope to my balls and illegal bahis fastened it to the floor. It was so tight I had no comfortable position left. If I rose up more on my toes to improve breathing I would hurt my balls immensly. Pull down a bit and breathing would be nearly impossible. I found out that moment i adore predicament bondage and enjoyed every excruciating moment of it. Until they put the hose on me. They sprayed me with a hard stream of ice cold water. Within seconds I was shivering from the cold, and possibly the fear. Needless to say I was screaming out. Good thing the neighbours couldn't hear me.After my horrible shower my Masters made fun of my penis. Small and wringly after the cold. I never experienced humiliation like and was surprised how horny it made me. A bit upset but despite that I felt an erection coming on. This ofcourse caused more verbal humiliation and Master soon put my erect penis down with a cane.I'll leave it here. More training to do!Thanks for reading and hopefully until soon.73