The Training of Gertrude It was precisely 2 p.m., Friday afternoon when the telephone rang. When I answered, I heard my slave say: "Mistress Charlene, this is Your worthless slave reporting. I await further instructions from You, my Goddess." I quickly ascertained where in the shopping center he was parked, what kind of car he had and its color. Then I told him: "Place the keys in the ignition of your car. Seat yourself in the passenger's seat. Leave the door to the car unlocked. Blindfold yourself with the scarf you brought and sit quietly with your hands in your lap until Ms. Andrea comes to drive you to the apartment for your training." "Yes, Mistress," he responded, with a quaver in his voice. I told My Sister where the car was and what it looked like, including the license number. She left. It was only a two block walk to the small shopping center where I had My slaves report in. This slave, who would be given a slave name later tonight in the naming ceremony, was coming for a weekend probationary training period. He had been My slave by mail for two years and we had met twice before in a motel for preliminary evaluation. He was divorced and had expressed interest in becoming a live-in slave. That would not be decided this weekend, but his behavior under the kind of pressure We would apply would go a long way towards deciding his future. While awaiting his arrival, I told My she-male dominant-in-training, missy, to get things ready for the examination period and also to check to make sure the equipment was ready for the cleansing of the slave. I always give My slaves a series of enemas to clean them out because I want to totally change their lives. missy, who was a fairly attractive, blond TV, was dressed in a dark blue maid's uniform with full apron and cap. her hair was done in a short style that could be combed into male or Female appearance. she wore dark black panty hose and matching pumps with three-inch heels. From her apron hung her badge of authority, a riding crop. I wore My nurse's uniform with cap and badge. I am a registered nurse and use My knowledge in dominating males. I had the usual white stockings and white shoes on and carried a riding crop in My hand. I sat comfortably in the living room, while missy stood alertly by My side. "Are you excited, missy? you don't get many chances to help with training as much as you will this weekend." "Oh yes, Mistress Charlene. It will be good to have someone to help out with the chores. i will enjoy teaching the new slave how to get dinner ready, how to serve and how to clean." "I bet you will. you'll also enjoy beating his ass,too. I plan to let you administer some of the punishment, as long as you don't get carried away. And also, you must set an example part of the tine. you'll have to put away your riding crop and revert to your best slave behavior or I'll beat your ass myself." "Yes, mistress," came a somewhat subdued response. At that point, the door opened and My Sister led the slave in, still blindfolded. Keeping the blindfold on, Andrea and missy took off his clothing, down to his training pants, a pair of white cotton Women's panties he was to wear most of his stay. He knelt in front of Me, with their help, remaining perfectly silent as he had been instructed. "Did he behave himself on the way over?" I asked Andrea. "About average," came the quick response. "he talked twice and he fidgeted a bit before I got there. I stood outside the car and watched as I usually do. he was pretty good. But he needs some discipline to encourage him to be better." "Did you hear that, slave," I said. "We are going to have to punish you to remind you to be obedient, even before we begin our first examination. Isn't that shameful?" "Yes, Mistress." "Now suppose you tell me what you are." "i am less than nothing. i am unworthy. i am Your thing to be treated in any way You please. i want to be Your slave, but i have to learn much before i can even aspire to that high calling, Oh Goddess." "Who am I?" "You are my Goddess. i worship You. You are the source of all knowledge who will help me become a worthy slave. i live only to serve You, to live for You." he said all this in a kneeling position, hands behind his back, with his nose nearly touching the carpet. It was a position he would get used to in the days ahead. We removed the blindfold. he, wisely, kept his eyes downward, did not look around the room. "Do you remember the grab-ankles punishment position I taught you at our last meeting?" "Yes, Mistress." "Assume that position, and missy, you lay on one dozen with the strap right smartly. he needs to be to taught an early lesson to avoid more punishment later on." missy, who had often felt the strap herself, laid on the twelve strokes with relish, pausing between the strokes just long enough to make the slave's suffering more intense. I will say this, the slave accepted the spanking extremely well. No yells. Only a grunt now and then before he said, "Thank you, missy, please may i have another one." Before allowing the slave to move, I came over and pulled down his cotton panties and examined his now rosy cheeks. I turned to missy and said, "Bring me a wash cloth. This slave needs a bottom wash." One of the ways I humiliate my slaves is by taking control of their personal life, including their trips to the bathroom. No slave is allowed to go to the toilet without a trainer attending to them, including a bottom wash. I also find it is very effective to have them wear white pants and inspect them for spots of brown or wetness at times when they least expect it. They are quite well informed as to the fact that any wetness, even from dripping sperm, means ... diapers. This is all part of what I call My toilet training technique. I require all new slaves to undergo toilet training. A real beginner starts out in diapers, but unless he is totally inadequate, he quickly moves to the white cotton training pants which all but the most advanced slaves must wear. I even have a little potty chair which I require slaves to use during toilet training. I have found that a day or two of having his clothing removed and replaced and his bottom washed as one does a baby, will humiliate and subdue even the most unruly slave. It is not only in toilet training that I take total charge of the slave. He must ask permission to do virtually everything. he is made to do just what he is told, no more, no less. He must ask permission to leave the room, or change clothing, even if he knows that is what is desired. Since there are three of us, we can keep a close watch on the slave. And we do. We often catch him misbehaving when he thinks he is in the clear. It takes only a few spankings - or humiliations - to make him totally obedient. Then there is confession time...every night. It is a bit like brainwashing. Each of our slaves carries around a tiny notepad and pencil and they must make note any time they make a mistake, disobey an order, or even have an improper thought. Because they are watched so closely and are expected to have something to recite each evening, I suspect they even make up transgressions even though doing so means punishment. The reason is that if someone has nothing to report, he is watched even more closely the next day and we pick up on every tiny mistake. The whole idea of the Weekend Intensive is just that - intense pressure which builds and builds. Never let the slave relax totally. Many of them break into tears and end up as sobbing wrecks early in the weekend. These we console and urge to try harder, and sometimes we even ease up a bit. Actually, some of those who begin by crying work out best in the long run, since they seem to learn obedience faster. The end product of the Weekend Intensive is supposed to be a slave who is totally obedient and attentive to his Mistress' needs and desires... who jumps to serve Her. With some, it takes longer, but a Weekend Intensive puts most slaves well on the road to that kind of behavior. When missy returned, I took the cold wash cloth and stuck it between the slave's cheeks and washed down into the crack of his ass, saying, "What a messy, miserable slave you are. I think you need some time in diapers. What do you think?" With his head almost touching the floor, the slave responded, "Yes, Mistress, whatever You say. I will do my best to obey." "Well, we'll let it go for now. You'll get some time in diapers, you may count on that, but now it's time for your examination. Assume the position I taught you for slave attention." He almost leaped up from the floor, ending in a position of erect attention, hands clasped behind his head, eyes pointed at the ceiling. missy came up and removed his cotton panties. I like slaves to be totally naked for this examination period. It is both oral and physical. I have a list of nearly 100 questions which I ask each slave. The oral part of the examination can take an hour or more, depending on how long the slave's answers are. Some are relatively simple questions about general health, family background, what does he do for a living, and likes and dislikes in general. Many, though, are intensely personal. For example: "Why are you a slave?" "How often do you masturbate?" "Tell me about the first Woman you ever had sex with." "Have you ever kissed a Woman's ass? Do you enjoy it?" And so they go, question after question, with an occasional swat with a riding crop for inadequate attention to his answers, or not enough detail, or being evasive. After about thirty minutes of such questions, I had him kneel in front of me, hands behind his back, eyes downcast. The questions continued. I added a few to My usual list, but the questioning actually lasted a bit less than an hour. "Now for some simple obedience tests," I said. "missy, bend over and pull your pants down." As missy bent over, pulling her dress up and her pants down, I turned to the slave and said, "Kiss her ass. Do a complete job. Get your tongue in there, slave." he moved a bit slowly, hesitated, then began to kiss the cheeks. I had to order him again to stick his tongue in and then urged him on with the riding crop. When he had finished, I told him, "you were far too slow, slave. you must be tested again. Lie on your back." I gestured for missy to get in position to deliver a golden shower. When ordered, the slave opened his mouth and swallowed every drop of the brief spurt of urine. He did not hesitate this time. He began to get up and move toward a kneeling position again. "Don't move, slave, until you are told to. For hesitation in ass-kissing and for moving without being ordered, you have earned another dozen strokes with the strap. Assume the position." This time I laid them on, pausing before each one. He counted them out, thanked Me for them, and begged for more. All as he had been taught. When, after the twelfth stroke, he said, "Please, Mistress, may have another one," as he had been instructed, I replied, "Yes, you may. you may have six more." With that, he groaned audibly, but said nothing except, "Thank You, Mistress." Then I gave him the next six - each just as hard as any of the first twelve. He had flaming red buttocks as I finished and was gritting his teeth as he counted the strokes. This time he held his position until he was told to stand up. We then measured him, examined his body carefully, and walked him into the bedroom, where we laid him down on a rubber sheet. I put on plastic medical gloves and quite extensively examined his penis and testicles. He developed quite an erection. I slapped his penis and squeezed his balls until it disappeared. Rolling him over on his stomach, I put some K-Y Jelly on my glove and began to stick my fingers up his rectum, dilating his anus and shoving my fingers far inside. I began massaging his prostate and he moaned some more. Finally, that was finished. I let him put his panties back on and he followed me on hands and knees back into the living room. "I'm not totally satisfied. There are rough edges, but we will remove those in the next two days. I think we will go ahead with the collaring and naming ceremony. Ms Andrea, do You have the necessary material for that ceremony?" "Yes, Mistress Charlene. Everything is ready." I turned again to the kneeling slave and asked, "Do you want a few minutes to prepare for the ritual?" "Yes, Mistress" came the quick response. "Help him get ready while I change clothes," I told Ms Andrea, Who was helping now because missy had gone to prepare our dinner and the special meal for the slave. When I returned, I had on a black lace-up corset with bra cups, black stockings and purple bikini panties. My shoes had four-inch heels. Over this I wore a purple cape, with white trimmings and wore a black and purple mask over My face. In My hand was a small whip. I sat down in My chair and the slave crawled over to kneel in front of Me. you may look into My eyes," I told him, adding, "you must decide now whether you wish for this weekend to continue. Up until now, you can turn back. After you are collared and named and sign your weekend contract, there is no turning back. your clothing will be locked up. you will not be permitted to leave here before Monday morning. you must realize that what you have experienced so far is just the barest taste of what remains for the rest of the weekend. Much of it will come gradually, but the pressure will be intense. Do you wish to continue?" There was a pause, then he answered, "Yes,Mistress, i wish to continue." What followed was long and ceremonial. The slave, wearing only his white cotton panties, read a petition to enter My domain. I asked him a series of questions and he responded with humble, humiliating replies, much like our earlier encounter. He remained kneeling throughout the ceremony. I stood over him, looking down, and I am quite tall and large and must have appeared quite formidable to him. With My cape and heels, I towered over him and his head had to lean far back to keep watching Me, as I had instructed him. First, I fastened around his neck a simple dog collar, saying to him as a reminder, "This symbol of your servitude is the first thing you shall put on in My presence and the last you shall take off when you depart from Me." Then I gave him his slave name, intoning: "you came here unnamed, unworthy, but willing to try. This name is given to you on probation, yours only so long as you indicate you are trying to be worthy of being My slave. In My domain you shall henceforth be known as gertrude." "i thank You, my Goddess," replied gertrude. "i will try to be worthy of this name and the sex it implies." Then gertrude read the prayer of dedication she had prepared in advance for this ceremony. It was now about 4:15pm. I snapped a leash onto her new collar and led her on hands and knees across to the dining room table. her weekend contract awaited her. It was a simple form of contract. It merely said that the person named, hereafter known as gertrude, agreed to a condition of servitude until 10am Monday morning and that gertrude would obey completely during that period any command she was given. The only limitation was that nothing would be done to seriously injure gertrude or affect her everyday life. gertrude sat in a chair at the table, gazed briefly at the contract, then signed it. I let her stand as I led Her into the bathroom for her cleaning and purification process. This consisted of three series of enemas and usually took a bit over two hours. The first series of enemas starts with Fleet mineral oil enema which must be held for five minutes. This is followed by one with warm soapsuds and is concluded with a clear enema, all about the same size. Next comes a one-quart enema, which is mostly mineral oil, then more warm soapsuds and another clear enema. Each must be held five minutes. Finally, there are three two-quart enemas in the same sequence of mineral oil, warm soapsuds, and clear water, with the final one held in place for 20 minutes with a tampax. The slave is not permitted to expel the enema until after the Mistress pulls out the tampax. I began the enema series, then turned it over to Ms Andrea while I went to eat My dinner, which was served by missy. I finished in time to come back and give the final enema. By the time I came back, the slave was dragging, pretty well worn out with the enemas. I gave her a cup of hot herbal tea to restore some of her energy. It tasted terrible, but with some persuasion, she consumed it and I began the enema. There was fear in her eyes when she saw Me with the tampax, but by now she was too beaten down to complain; she merely got in position to receive it most easily up her anus. I fastened her leash to the shower curtain rod, so that she had to stand almost on tiptoes while holding the enema, and left the bathroom to supervise the preparation of her meal. It was almost a half-hour later when I returned. The slave was straining to hold her position and her enema. I unfastened the leash, led her over to the toilet, and pulled the plug. Then I left her with the admonition, "When you are through and are ready for further training, I will come back and clean you up. You are not even to pull up your panties until I return." When I came back a few minutes later, she sat there, panties around her ankles. I led her to the sink and placed her in a bending position, washed her bottom thoroughly, and pulled up her panties. Then I had missy take her to put on her training uniform. Within a few minutes gertrude was back, showing off her uniform for training. she had on a plaid jumper, white blouse with Peter Pan collar, and a little blue tie, knotted into a bow. There were matching knee-high socks and saddle shoes. Underneath, she wore a plain slip and her white cotton panties. There was no makeup or wig. No pretense this was anything but a man dressed in Female clothing. When I am teaching a slave transvestism, we try to make him as Feminine as possible. But for a relative beginner like gertrude, there is only the training uniform and the Feminine name. But she was to have training in transvestism twice before the end of the weekend because I like to have My live-in slaves able to resemble Women. They are treated as My maids. This is the way I deal with missy when she is at home. missy normally works a full-time job and contributes to the household. In return, she gets training which will lead eventually into making her a real she-male dominant. gertrude was fairly tall, about 5-9, but slender, and the parochial school uniform did justice to her figure and legs. I examined her legs and arms carefully and said, "Too much hair. Before bedtime, we must shave off your body hair and make you more presentable." gertrude didn't say anything, but made a face of unhappiness. "Do you object to this, gertrude?" she hesitated, stammered a bit, then said," Oh no, Mistress Charlene. i am Yours to do with as You please." "Time for you to have dinner, gertrude. For just this once, we will let you use your hands. you will go in the kitchen and sit on the low stool and eat out of the bowls given you. To refresh your memory, slaves get a gruel made up of bran, yogurt and soy, plus table scraps and herbal drinks. you will eat most meals on your knees with your hands behind your back." I gestured to missy, who led gertrude away to the kitchen. I then sat down and relaxed for a few minutes. Training a slave can be a bit of a strain because you must stay right on top of them so they don't relax and get into bad habits. It was after 7pm when I went into the kitchen. "How is she doing?" I asked missy. "Fairly well," was the reply. "she's struggling to get it down." I looked at the slave, who had her face in the bowl of gruel and seemed to be gulping at what was before her. "I think you are moving a bit too slowly," I said. "Get up and bend over that high kitchen stool." gertrude reacted slowly, but was soon draped over the stool. As I raised her skirts and pulled down her panties, is said, "you are too slow, gertrude, you eat too slowly and you were too slow getting up to the stool. I must encourage you to do better. My slaves eat their meals quickly. Before the weekend is over you will have a time limit. If you don't eat if all, within the limit, there is punishment, and you get all the remaining food again at next meal with even more added." I then gave her two dozen with the riding crop and made her finish her meal standing in the corner, panties below her knees and her skirts raised up to show off her red, stripped ass. As I walked out, I told her, "you will help missy with the cleaning after you have finished. In the future, you will also help with the preparation and serving of the meals." It was almost eight when they finished cleaning. I could hear missy ordering gertrude around, with obvious relish. When they came into the living room, I took charge of gertrude and led her into the bedroom to get ready for a period of disciplinary training. We removed her blouse, jumper and slip. At this point, I told gertrude to bend over the bed for a pantie inspection. I gave her a bottom wash and found a small brown spot on her panties. "you dirtied you panties, you nasty slave. For this, we must put you in diapers. you will sleep that way tonight and wear diapers tomorrow." With that, I helped her put on an old-fashioned, bloomer-leg gym suit and took her out for the disciplinary training. I had a short whip in hand to stimulate and motivate her. First, we did some dog training. On her knees, she followed me around at my heels, sat up, played dead, and even caught some dog tidbits in her mouth as I tossed them. I blindfolded her and led her crawling around the house. Occasionally, I made her bump into things, but not hard enough to hurt her badly. I was teaching her to obey me implicitly; that there was more pain in disobedience than in obedience. The last half-hour of the session was given to teaching her the signals I have for positions for her to assume and acts for her to perform. For example: - Pointing to My feet means kneel and kiss them. -- Pointing to a rug means lie down on your back. -- Flipping My hand means turn over. --Pointing to a part of My body means oral worship. - Tapping on the left shoulder means cross your hands behind your back. -- Tapping on the right shoulder means cross your hands in front. -- Tapping My ass means kiss it..now. -- Pointing to a corner means go and kneel in it. - Pointing to a door means go into that room, get in the corner and kneel there until told otherwise. Her legs were quite sore from My whip, but by 9pm she was practically leaping to obey every signal. "This baby soiled her panties," I told Ms Andrea. "Go put her in diapers and then get her back in her school uniform. Bring her back to Me for the confessional period properly attired." When they returned and gertrude was properly kneeling before Me, I told her, "I realize you have no list of your transgressions yet, so I want you to go into the corner and kneel and think about what you have done wrong in the past few hours and whether you have the proper attitude. Then we will hear your confession." She crawled to the nearest corner and I watched television while we waited. After about 15 minutes, I summoned gertrude and told missy to handcuff her hands behind her back. As she knelt in the middle of the floor, I told her, "Touch your nose to the carpet and keep it within an inch of the floor during your confession. Once you have gotten into position, you may begin your recital of transgressions." As was to be expected with a beginner, the confession came slowly. I said nothing as she stumbled on for almost five minutes. When she halted, I waited for another minute or two before speaking to let the pressure build. "Are you finished, slave?" "Yes, Mistress, that's all that I can think of. Would You please give me my punishment for this gross misbehavior, my Goddess?" "That was, of course, inadequate, but all beginners are inadequate. you will be punished both for your sins and for your poor confession. I will deal out the punishment myself, 40 whacks with a paddle and 30 minutes in the corner. Prepare her for my lap, missy." missy quickly stripped off the diapers and rubber bloomers and draped gertrude over my lap. I ceremoniously delivered the spanking, adding another ten because she cried out several times and wiggled. We then had the slave stand in the corner, holding her skirts up, sucking on a large pacifier, with a large bib around her neck to catch the drool. "I want to hear you sucking on that pacifier," I said, " and while you are there, you will listen to a real confession that we have taped. you will hear it several times. Take it as a model." The confession went on for nearly ten minutes and was the most creative we ever had heard. It had earned its author promotion to the ranks of an experienced slave, some 100 strokes with the paddle and two hours corner time, both kneeling and standing. It was after 10pm when the punishment was completed, and I was getting ready for bed. gertrude was back in diapers, with a flannel nightie that was almost down to her knees. As I sat on the bed, I told her a little about what she faced on Saturday." "Missy will awaken you tomorrow, clean you up, get you into your uniform and get you going on your breakfast chores. After breakfast will come classes. I will teach you about slave behavior, give you some more discipline training, and begin training you in water sports. That will take up most of the morning. "After lunch, we will have toddler time, with you playing baby in a sweet little dress. Incidentally, you will not be given bathroom privileges until Sunday. you must use your diapers as babies do. If you are good, we may let you use the potty by late tomorrow, but that is not likely. I plan a course in personal service and body worship for you. This is very important. Later, there will be training in bondage, maid service, and games we like to play with slaves. You have a very busy weekend ahead of you, my gertrude." Then we put gertrude to bed on her sleeping bag and covered her with a blanket. her hands were tied in front of her and in them we placed a warm baby bottle full of milk, with a flavored laxative and sleeping potion mixed in. There would be a real surprise for our slave when she awakened in the morning.