Submissive Wives Academy of Training

SUBMISSIVE WIVES ACADEMY OF TRAINING

Chapter One -- Jan

They drove around the third of three old warehouse buildings near the docks, following the directions that they had printed out.  At the end of the third building an old truck blocked the alley between buildings.  Jan’s husband, Dave pulled the car to a stop and a spotlight blinded their vision.

       “Card, please!” a voice said over a loudspeaker. 

Dave flashed the card they had received with the directions.  About five seconds later a door opened on their right.

       “Drive on in, lights off” the voice said as Dave turned the car in and flipped the switch for the lights.  It was pitch black in the warehouse.  The next thing they heard, the passenger door was opening and they were blinded in the beams of two huge flashlights.

       “Out quick, no goodbyes,” a voice said, sounding like the one from the loudspeaker outside.  Jan’s seatbelt was unbuckled, and she was pulled from the car, then pushed through a heavy black curtain where she was grabbed by another pair of arms.

       “Back out, drive away, the way you came.  You will hear from us at the right time,” the voice said as Dave complied, wondering if he had done the right thing.  What if this turns out to be something really awful, he wondered.  As he backed the car around to return the way he came, a tall female figure in a black coat and boots, stepped near the car, motioning with her flashlight to lower the window.

       “After you leave the front gate, play this.  Listen carefully and follow instructions, and all will be well.  Now go.”  She tossed a CD onto his lap and stepped through a small side door he hadn’t seen before. 

Inside, Jan was shoved through another curtained doorway into a small room with a platform in the far corner, illuminated by the beam of a single spot light.  She two people behind her and started to turn and look at them when one of slapped her face and pulled her head down, doubling her over.  Jan saw two pairs of high-heeled boots beneath black leather skirts.

       “Eyes to the floor unless ordered otherwise, bitch,” one of them snapped.  “Now, strip then kneel on the platform, face to the wall.  You have ten seconds, starting NOW!”

Jan felt another hard yank to her hair, then grabbed for the thin T-shirt and pulled it off over her head.  She was dressed exactly as the instructions had demanded, in a thin T-shirt at least two sizes too small that would show her nipples, and tight cotton short shorts that would show her camel toe.  Nothing else, no underwear or shoes, had been allowed.  Jan pulled the shorts below her knees and stepped out of them as quickly as she could, almost tripping herself as she lunged for the platform and scrambled onto it, kneeling and pushing her face into the corner where the two walls met.  She had spent enough “corner time” at Dave’s direction to hope that this was the expected behavior.

“Good cunt,” the other voice said.  “One second to spare.” Jan felt the woman’s warm breath on her neck.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jan said in earnest. She immediately felt her head pulled back by the violent grasp of the woman’s hand followed by her right nipple gripped and twisted, then pulled out and twisted some more.

“Only speak when commanded to do so, you vile untrained scum,” the woman said, continuing to grind and twist the nipple.  “You will learn to thank us properly and only when commanded, and only after learning our disciplines.  Until then, such a low form of life does not and cannot speak, not even to acknowledge or thank a Mistress.

Jan heard the other woman approach and grab her left nipple, pinching hard.

“When you are finally allowed the gift of speech, it will first be used to count and beg for the number of strokes we have assigned.  But that won’t be for at least a day or two, or maybe even three.  If you follow orders well enough to be allowed to lick my dog’s turds, you may be allowed to speak, to thank your trainers for their attention to your useless body, and ask for a few more strokes.”  The woman punctuated her last words with even more vicious twists of Jan’s nipple, then stepped back.  Jan felt the other woman relax her grip and stand over her.

“Transport to the training camp will be in about two or three hours, as soon as our other subjects have arrived.  In the meantime, we will entertain ourselves with some tests of your discipline and obedience levels,” the one with the more authoritative voice said, almost purring with anticipation.  “Stand up, turn around, and present yourself at attention, hands behind your head.”  The command was immediately followed by a swat from a riding crop as Jan rose to comply.

Meanwhile, Dave had driven away fro the darkened warehouses on the docks and was approaching the freeway on-ramp.  He slipped the disc into the CD player and above various moans and screams in the background he heard a low rasping female voice.

“Hello Dave, this is Mistress Evelyn of the Submissive Wives Academy of Training, or SWAT as we like to call it.  You have entered your wife Jan for our introductory training and grading program and you have both consented to this.  We have reviewed the applications and the video interviews you both did and know of yours and Jan’s interest and experience in BDSM activities and lifestyles.

“Jan will be our guest for 15 to 20 days, during which time you will have no contact with her or with our organization.  You will receive updates on her progress as we see fit to send them, at least at 7 and 14 days into the program.  On the 14th day, you will receive instructions for the remainder of this phase of program and when she will complete it.  This disc will erase itself as it plays.  You will hear from us by the 7th day from now.  Have a pleasant and safe journey home.”  The disc stopped and automatically ejected from the player.

Jan stood at attention, trying not to shiver in the chilled temperature of the room where she stood on the platform.  She felt her nipples harden even more than they had, even after the abuse they had just taken.

“Look at me,” the first woman said as she approached.  She slipped the black coat off her shoulders, revealing a large body with big breasts in a low-cut leotard, black gloves with studded wrist strap closures and a black skirt that fell below the knee over gleaming boots with 4” heels.  Her dark hair surrounded a beautiful leather mask painted in gold to look like a cat’s face.  Jan shivered in fear as the woman slapped the crop across her own palm and paced back and forth.

“Who I am is of no importance,” she continued, tapping Jan’s thigh with the crop, “since anyone and every thing is superior to what I see here.” She flicked the crop against Jan’s right tit, then drew it along under her chin as she spoke.  “In fact, even single-celled scum floating on stagnant pond water is superior to this thing here, isn’t it Sister?”  She flashed a toothy grin as she turned to her partner in the shadows at the back corner of the room.

“Oh yes, Sister,” the other one replied as she came forward.  She wore a tunic type sweater over tight black jeans and sandals.  She was very tall and quite thin with long fingers and toes, nails painted black.  Her face was covered by a feathered mask in black and grey, with a lacquered leather beak over her nose.  She unclipped a thin leather paddle from her belt. 

“This nameless thing here should wish to be honored with being mentioned in the same sentence as pond scum,” she laughed as she stepped up onto the platform with Jan.  She tapped the slapper against Jan’s lips and said “Open up and hold this for me while I get ready for some fun.” 

Jan took the leather slapper in her mouth as the thin woman unbuttoned her tunic and slipped out of it, hanging it on a hook alongside other straps, whips, paddles and implements on the wall.  She was now naked from the waist up, with small breasts and tight protruding nipples that reminded Jan of big pencil erasers.  She reached out and yanked the paddle from Jan’s mouth then swung it hard against her left hipbone. Jan let out a gasp, but managed not to make much noise.

“Not bad,” said the big woman.  “But how about this?” The crop shot out, catching Jan’s left nipple with a sharp upswing.  Jang gritted her teeth and groaned, stifling the urge to scream.

“Hmm, looks like it’s had some training,” the thin one said, tapping down along Jan’s belly until she arrived at the lush growth of pussy hair, where she swung hard once again, causing Jan to suck in her breath even harder this time.

“Looks like it really wants to be trained,” her partner said, lifting the right tit up by the nipple, and then slashing the tender underside with three quick strokes.  Jan moaned, and couldn’t avoid twisting away to avoid the pain.  “Uh-oh, breaking position means punishment, stupid thing,” the large woman went on, yanking her back around and slashing down across Jan’s groin with the crop.

Jan summoned all control and resumed the position, flinching at the strokes landing across her hipbones and the flesh of her pussy mound.  She could feel sweat beads forming on her back and legs despite the chill in the room.  She caught her breath as the intensity of the strokes lightened, then they stopped.  The thin one stepped toward Jan, bringing the edge of her paddle hard up into Jan’s crack, sawing it back and forth, almost lifting Jan off her feet as she hissed.

“Bad behavior, bad thing.  Punishment for you.”  She stepped back and Jan saw her smile for he first time.  It was not a pleasant smile.  “But first we will check out some important info, won’t we, Sister?

“Oh yes, we shall, sister dear,” replied the partner.  “Indeed we shall.”  She turned to a shelf on a sidewall, taking a leather folder and opening it.  “First, we check the vital data that was submitted. Let’s see, auburn hair, obviously colored, not a bad job of it, green eyes, tits with a nice drop to them, not bad for 35 years old.  Over there, step on the scale.”  Jan complied, practically jumping towards a scale in the opposite corner.

“One hundred thirty two pounds,” the thin woman read from the dial. 

“Hmm, she said one twenty seven on her application,” the large one said.  “That means a five stroke penalty, one for each pound,” she clucked her tongue.  “Shame shame, you will pay for that.  Put the tape to her, and let’s see if she lied to us there, too.”

The smaller woman took out a cloth tape and put it around Jan’s breasts.  “Thirty seven” she said, giving each nipple a good pinch before she pulled the tape away.

“Well, that’s what is says here, too.  So are they a full C-cup, do you think?”

“Seems to be so,” replied the woman, hefting Jan’s tits in her hands and bobbling them up and down, then slapping them hard. “Nice pink nipples, erect easily.  Aureoles almost two inches.”   She moved the tape down Jan’s torso. “What does the waist read, I wonder?  Hmm, the tape says a twenty-six inch waist.”

The woman moved the tape on down around Jan’s hips, pulling at her hairy bush as she brought the tape together.  “Thirty-eight on the hips,” she said.

“Well, waist and tits are accurate, hips say thirty nine.  Hmm, what shall we do there, Sister?”  the large one asked, looking down at the folder.

“You know, since we value nice round asses, it’s as bad to under report ass size as it is to exaggerate tit size.  I think that will be another five stroke penalty, don’t’ you?” her partner answered, yanking at Jan’s hairy cunt.  “And is the cunt hair supposed to be this messy jungle?”

“Hmm, yes, it is.  Four weeks minimum of no trimming or shaving, same for the pits and asshole,”  the large woman walked over to Jan, grabbing her hair and bending her over.  “Is that filthy ass look like a month of no trimming?”

The thin one glanced down at Jan’s ass, then picked up a flogger from a nearby table.  “Some hairy stuff there, sister, oh yes!” she laughed as she swung the flogger against Jan’s butt crack.  “Nice and hairy,” as she wailed away.

The large woman jerked Jan’s head back up so she was once more at attention.  “Let’s look at those pits, eh?” she said, pulling a small pair of needle-nose jeweler’s pliers from her belt.  Jan felt the jaws of the pliers open and then pull on the hair in her left armpit.  It had grown to almost a half-inch in length in the month or so since they had filed the application.  Jan winced as the woman plucked hard, removing the hair in the pliers’ grip, and then moved to the right side for more of the same.   “Oooh, that is fun, isn’t it?” she grinned at Jan, hoping to get an answer.  Jan swallowed hard and remained silent.

“Shall we apply some penalty strokes to this cunt crack, do you think?” the thin one asked, reaching up and slapping Jan hard as she spoke.

“Why not,” her partner replied, “and then we will still have time for some pussy eating and ass-licking before she gets to ride the transport pony to training camp.  Bend her over, and let’s get started, shall we?”  The flogger fell across Jan’s hips and thighs even as she was being bent into position.

Two hours later, Jan sat in the transport van, not able to see through the thick blindfold over her eyes.  She was strapped onto a rough bench-like device, with a wooden wedge shape on the bench pushing up into her pussy.  Her wrists were cuffed in heavy leather with rings in each one hooked to other rings in a wide leather collar around her neck, keeping her hands locked under each ear.  She felt each foot being placed on a sloping board then strapped in so that her legs were held wide open and displaying her cunt.  She knew there were others in the van, but she had no idea how many.  As she waited for it to move, she thought about the past few hours.

She and Dave had experimented with various Dominance and submission activities, and she discovered that she liked it a lot more than she had originally thought she might.  Then one night Dave came home with a web link to the SWAT web site, outlining the available slave training programs.  They looked through the information on the website and answered the long qualifying questionnaire about their activities and involvement, along with a series of pictures of Jan in various poses.  A few days later, Dave received an email about scheduling an interview by phone, which they eagerly set up.  A week after the interview, which had been nearly an hour long, they received an envelope which contained Jan’s acceptance into the SWAT training program, along with the fee schedule, a contract form, and instructions on how to prepare for entering the program, among them the explicit directions on not shaving pubes or pits for at least four weeks.  Dave had also been instructed not to spank or swat her for at least two weeks before training, so that her skin would be unmarked and ready for training.

They were given a date and time to appear for transport to training and told to wait for instructions on delivering Jan.  The instructions arrived via email just an hour before she was to appear at the warehouse area, at 9:30 pm that night, well after dark.  And that’s how Jan had ended up here.  She thought back to the long application, the involved questions in the interview, and then to the treatment she had just received that evening.  After the weighing and measuring, Jan’s two tormentors had each taken a leather flogger and they took turns beating her from neck to knees, front and back.  When it seemed every inch of  her skin was glowing pink and warm, they had pushed her down onto her knees and elbows, with instructions to put her forehead to the floor and push her ass up with legs spread wide.

Jan had spent enough time in this position in her games with Dave to know what was most likely coming next, but she wasn’t prepared for the ferocity and intensity of the swats she got from this pair.   They had given her fifteen penalty swats for the weight and ass dimension errors, then each took another six swats to each ass cheek for having altered position.  They had finished with another six to her asshole with the leather slapper, followed by ten with a wooden spoon to her spread cunt crack for speaking without permission.  Jan heard more movement in the van, then the door closed.  She felt he van moving slowly, its rough suspension system going over the potholes in the warehouse district and the consequent bumpy ride shoving the wedge block mounted on the bench into her already burning pussy and ass crack.  As the van picked up speed, she heard a voice come from loudspeakers somewhere above.

“Welcome to the transport to SWAT’s training camp.  We don’t welcome you as ladies, or women, or girls, or even as slaves, not even as shit.  You are nothing, actually less than nothing.  Not slaves, certainly, since a trained slave is a highly-prized possession, and you are not that.  Not even shit, since compared to the lot of you, a stinky dog turd is a precious stone.  By the way, there eight of you in this lot, not that it matters to you, since one, two four or even eight of you are still less than nothing until you start to learn.  We gather from your silence that you have each learned that speech is not allowed at this stage.  The only things allowed are total obedience and complete humility. You do not possess a single thing except your desire to obey.  You have no name, no number, no nothing.  You will obey and worship anything and everything you encounter.

“You will eat, drink, piss and shit on command, and only on our commands. When any of you commits an infraction or violation of any rule, you will all be punished for it.  It will be approximately ninety minutes to our training camp, and we are sure that your asses are quite warm from the greeting punishments you received so we will give you some air.” 

Jan felt the cool night air from outside rushing up under her crotch as panels in the floor of the van opened up she heard gasps and squeaks from others that she assumed were locked into their tortuous seats just as she was.  She heard the voice as the volume was raised over the sound of the cold air rushing into the van.

“Oh, that’s so nice, don’t you agree?” the voice chuckled, “but then, of course you agree.  Of course you do.  You are here after a process of application and review, an interview and more review, and your willful agreement to a contract.  If you are only now having regrets, it is simply too late, though we almost never have real regrets with our trainees, since we know how to screen them to begin with. 

“As we travel, I will remind you of the particulars of our training program.  You will each be with us for 10 to 15 days, depending upon individual progress and our whims.  There are several grades of our training program, each requiring a standard of training, obedience and discipline to achieve.  There is the lowest, or shit grade, where you are known as slave turds.  Next is cunt grade, where you will be known as a slavecunt with a number.  Next is slut grade, where you will be known as slutslave, with a number, or perhaps even a name of some sort, maybe a name something like doggiecum or pigshit.  Next is slave grade, where you will be allowed to earn a slave name.  Above slave grade, we have our Sisters, who direct the training for our Supreme Mistress Evelyn, who rules all of us.  Even the Sisters must submit to a minimum of three days of slavish training at least twice a year.  Only Our Supreme Mistress never submits.

“Of course, there is one grade below shit grade… that is what you are.  There is no name for it, since there is not way to describe things of such low value as the eight of you.  Your first, largest and greatest  and ONLY desire is to obey well enough to be thought worthy of being called ‘shit’ and ‘slave turd.’  We expect the eight of you to obey every command well enough to move on to shit grade by your second day here.  Then, and not until then, will you be allowed any speech.  When we do allow speech, it will be limited to such phrases as ‘this slave turd thanks the Mistress,’ which will be spoken enthusiastically each time  a training Mistress strikes, swats, pinches, pisses spits or performs any sort of training attention toward you.

“But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?  There are two longs days of obedience training and testing before you get to shit grade, where you will learn the joys of worshipping shit in all its glory, among other tasks.  When we arrive, you will be unloaded then unbound.  You will stand at attention in Position One.  When the blindfold is removed, you will drop to all fours and begin crawling as your new Training Mistresses direct you.  We are leaving the highway soon and the comfortable part of the ride will then be over,” the voice almost giggled at that.  “Since there has been nice rain storm this evening, the road should provide an especially refreshing completion to the journey.” 

Jan felt the van slow, then turn onto a curving ramp, and then a few moments later, how long she couldn’t tell, it slowed some more as it slowly cruised over what felt like speed bumps as the wooden wedge pounded and jammed itself into her sore pussy.  Then she heard the tires going through what sounded like water as she felt  the icy shower of cold rainwater kicked up through the grates in the van’s floor.  Just as she caught her breath from one frigid blast up her ass, the van would bang over another bump and she would feel the pain of the wedge block followed by the chill of another puddle splashing up.  She could hear rustling from the others in the van as they felt the saem discomfort.

Finally the van slowed even more and stopped as Jan heard voices outside.  We must going through some sort of entrance, she thought from sounds of gates squeaking and official sounding conversations outside.  The van lurched forward, going sown what seemed a steep slope, the coming to a stop.  Jan heard the engine shut down and the doors on the van opened. 

“Everybody out, come one move!” a voice yelled, followed by laughter.  Of course every one of the women in the van was so tightly secured that no one could move at all, but that seemed to add to the comedy.  “Hmm, are you disobeying already?” came the cackling voice again.  “well, let’s give you a proper welcome, then!” 

Jan felt the blast from what felt like a fire hose across her body and heard the gasps from the others still tied in the van, followed by sounds of clips and straps being released.  Jan felt the leg restraints being released, then being pulled off the wedge block, her cunt and ass burning in pain.  She felt cool night air and heard crickets chirping somewhere nearby.  The collar was unbuckled, and she wrist cuffs released.  She quickly clasped her hands up behind her head as she stood at attention in Position One.  Under the very edge of the blindfold, she thought she could see bright floodlights illuminating the area.

The blindfold was jerked off her head and for a second she was blinded by the dazzling harshness of the floodlights as she was pushed down and felt a boot across her sore ass.

“Move! Move! Move!” she heard as she felt the shock from a cattle prod and felt more than one rod falling across her body.  She crawled quicky, and now could see three bodies in line ahead of her, all crawling as fast as they could, goaded and guided by a virtual gantlet of swinging rods, straps and birch branches.  She caught a glimpse of the larger Woman who had done her “reception” work on arriving at the warehouse, ready to swing her crop as Jan passed.  “Faster, faster!” someone yelled as Jan heard whooshes of the air followed by various sounds as implements fell on crawling bodies.

Jan smelled a stench at the same time as she saw the trench in front of her and saw the jiggling ass cheeks of the woman in front her almost submerged in the trench of mud and shit mixed with enough liquid to be the texture of a stinking soup or stew.  She felt a vicious whack from a rod or cane across the backs of her thighs as she crawled up to and into the shit trench.  She moved through it as fast as she could, wanting only to get to the other side.