Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side.
I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. I will be publishing a new chapter approximately every week. This first chapter introduces JJ and Marcie and explains how they can afford the time and money for the BDSM Boot Camp.
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
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Chapter Twelve: Training Continues
That night passed without incident, as did the next day and the day after that.
At the end of the first week, when the sluts formed up outside the barracks before breakfast, Sarge was waiting for them. “Box in!” he commanded, and the sluts stood at attention.
“You have completed your first week of training,” he bellowed as he walked up and down in front of the line of sluts. “You have eleven more weeks to go.”
He turned to face the sluts and put his hands on his hips. “It will NOT get easier,” he yelled. Each slut thought he was yelling directly at them as he said loudly, “It will get harder... much harder.”
He paused to let his words sink in before continuing, “Today is another decision point. This is your absolutely last opportunity to walk away from Box M without an exit punishment, so I want you to listen very carefully and think about what I am saying.”
He again fell silent as he looked from slut to slut, staring deep into their eyes. “If all of this,” he continued in a more normal tone of voice, “is more than you expected. Or if you aren’t as submissive— or dominant— as you thought you were. Or if you have discovered that reality is nothing like your fantasy. Or if you just can’t stand the hot Texas sun. NOW is your chance to walk away without punishment. Today is your LAST chance to leave without punishment. There will be no refunds, but there will be no exit punishments if you quit today.”
He made a hand signal and four camo-clad men trotted over carrying a rather massive spanking bench. “Set that next to the door,” he said firmly.
“Every morning from now on,” he boomed out, “you will also have the opportunity to quit. But after today, quitting means kneeling on that bench and receiving five swats from each of the other sluts in the barracks before they go to breakfast.”
Sarge looked upward for a moment as if thinking carefully. “Right now,” he continued, “that would be... twenty-six times five... one hundred and thirty swats from your fellow sluts who are upset that you are making them late for breakfast.”
He again paused to let his words sink in. “If you aren’t going to be able to make it to the end anyway, today is your last chance to escape an exit punishment. When trustee brenda dismisses the squad to the mess hall, all you have to do is to stay where you are. I will take you over to the office for processing out. You will be on your way home before noon.”
He stepped back slightly and trustee brenda stepped forward. She stood silently looking up and down the line of sluts and then said, “You have ten minutes to eat and assemble at the parade ground.” After a short pause, she barked out, “Squad dismissed.”
Nineteen of the sluts rushed headlong toward the mess hall. Eight sluts— all females— remained standing in place. Sluts marcie and jj were midway in the pack as they raced to the mess hall. They both hurriedly sucked down their breakfast and immediately ran from the mess hall towards the parade grounds for morning exercises.
“How many quit?” slut jj asked as they jogged toward the parade grounds.
“I counted eight,” slut marcie replied.
“Did you see who?” slut jj asked.
“I’m not sure,” slut marcie answered, “but I’m pretty sure they were all green numbers.”
“That’s odd,” slut jj said.
“Not really,” replied slut marcie. “The green numbers aren’t painsluts. They are probably not true submissives even if they sort of lean that way. But at the same time, they are definitely not Masters or Mistresses. For them, this whole boot camp thing has become just a great big pain in the ass.”
Slut jj laughed and asked, “And the problem with that is...?”
“The problem with that,” slut marcie said firmly, “is that there are now only eighteen of you to be pushing that roller around the trail.”
“But we are all a lot stronger than we were a week ago,” slut jj replied. “I can do the fifty situps, and I am up to forty-six pushups.”
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Over the next several days, things fell rapidly into a routine. It was up at 6:00 to hurry through the showers; run to the mess hall; run to the parade grounds for exercises; get rinsed off; push the roller around the trail— except for slut marcie who was pulling trustee yvonne in the pony cart; go through the showers; suck down lunch; run to the barracks for training from the Masters and Mistresses; run back to the barracks to shower once again before supper; and finally suck down supper and return to the barracks for a short period of free time before lights out.
The roller was now never over half-full, so the eighteen sluts were able to easily push it completely around the rim trail. Each day they were able to go slightly faster as they got stronger and built up their physical stamina.
Although they were all— including slut marcie— getting into much better shape, the continuous physical exercises were exhausting. Most of the sluts were so physically tired from the day’s events that they used their free time to gain an additional hour or two of much-needed sleep.
At the end of the second week, mattress pads and sheets were distributed to the sluts. Trustee brenda said it was a reward for all of them reaching their physical expectations.
At the end of the third week, the nineteen remaining sluts were surprised to find that when they entered the hangar for their training from the Masters and Mistresses, there was another group of about the same size already in the hangar.
Everyone in the new group was wearing a black bottom, similar to what trustees brenda and yvonne had on. It differed only in that it appeared to be slightly larger. The women were also wearing matching tops which covered and supported their breasts like a sports bra. The men had an open vest which appeared to be made of the same soft leather as the bottoms.
“Box in... in front of the platform... four by four plus three,” yelled out trustee brenda, and the sluts trotted over to form the proper formation.
“Today is a special day,” said Commander Mueller as the sluts formed up in front of him. “Today, rather than you sluts receiving training, you will be part of someone else’s training.”
He gestured with his arm to where the nine men and six women sat on a small bleacher-like riser. “This is our latest class of Masters and Mistresses in training.” He laughed lightly, “All of them were once exactly where you are now, so they know firsthand what you are thinking... and feeling... and fearing at this point in your training.
“At the end of next week,” he continued, “many of you will be advanced to trustees in training. That is the first step toward becoming a Master or Mistress in training.”
He walked back and forth on the front of the platform studying the formation of sluts. “If any of you,” he said, “desire to stay for further training at the end of your boot camp, those who have completed the trustees in training program are eligible to apply to stay as a trustee— which is a paid position. Or, you can enter a trustee in training boot camp for additional training. Or, you can apply to go directly into the Master level training.”
He laughed lightly. “For that, you pay us.”
Pointing over to trustees brenda and yvonne, “Since you really don’t have a chance to spend any of your salary,” he continued, “at the end of a couple of tours as a trustee, you would have enough in your account to enter the Master training program.”
Returning to the center of the platform, he turned to face the black-clad group on the bleachers. “So, what are we going to learn today?” he asked with a smile. He then held up one hand with his pointer finger raised. “I really wish you all had been here when we did the sorting with this boot camp class,” he said as his eyes moved from person to person in the Masters-in-Training class. “You would have seen,” he said, “an almost perfect example of control by someone meting out punishment.”
In the back row of the formation, slut jj whispered, “He’s talking about you, marcie.”
Her only response was “Ssshhhh.”
“As you, yourselves, experienced when your class was sorted,” he continued, “the highest-rated sluts were given the task of administering ten swats to the lowest-ranking sluts.” He paused to let the memories freshen in their minds before saying, “As I watched from the observation area, one of the highest-ranked sluts INTENTIONALLY brought a blue-numbered painslut to orgasm in just those ten strokes.”
He shook his head. “It was masterful. And today you are going to attempt something just as masterful.”
Turning toward the formation of sluts, he said firmly, “Red-numbered sluts, please come forward and stand before me.”
Slut jj’s eyes became very wide. She looked over at slut marcie, who nodded her head and nodded toward the front. With uncertain steps, she walked forward to join sluts julia, ellen, paula, and stephanie.
“Box in, Display,” barked trustee brenda and all five sluts snapped into the proper position.
Commander Mueller looked down at them for several seconds before saying, “What would you do to get those denial devices off a week early?”
There was a buzz of conversation from the Masters-in-Training class. None of them remembered anything like this happening during their boot camp.
“You may answer in any form without punishment,” Commander Mueller added curtly.
“Anything!” screamed back all five sluts.
He laughed. “‘Anything’ can mean a great deal, my desperate little painsluts,” he said. “Do you really mean that? Would you be willing to receive up to twenty swats each from three of the trainees in return for the early removal of the denial belts and brassieres? That would be up to sixty very hard strokes with the big leather paddle. Would you be willing to do that?
“Sir! Yes, Sir! Commander Mueller!” the five sluts screamed out.
“And would you be willing to totally humiliate yourselves for the opportunity to cum as much as you desire?”
“Sir! yes, Sir! Commander Mueller!” the five sluts screamed even louder.
He clapped his hands, and a group of workmen scurried in with five spanking benches, which they set up on the platform. The benches appeared to be the same or similar to the ones that had been used on the day of sorting.
“I think you know where you are supposed to go,” he said to the sluts, and they hurried up onto the platform and each stood in front of a spanking bench.
“Trustees brenda and yvonne,” the commander said briskly, and the two trustees hustled up onto the stage and began to unlock the denial devices. They started with the brassieres. After all five sluts were bare-breasted, they began removing the bottoms. There was a slight giggle from both the sluts still in formation and the Masters training class as the sluts stood waiting. The sluts’ backs, arms, and legs had tanned deeply in the weeks they were encased, but their breasts and asses appeared almost snow white against the tan. Even slut stephanie’s dark skin was several shades darker on her arms and legs than it was on her breasts and ass cheeks.
“Leg and back restraints only,” Commander Mueller instructed as the trustees began to strap the sluts in place. “I think these sluts will remember to remain in the proper Display position.
The five sluts, taking their cue from the commander’s words, brought their hands back behind their heads and locked their fingers firmly in place.
The five benches had been placed on the platform facing the Boot Camp squad, so once the sluts were in place, it was obvious to the Masters and Mistresses in training that the sluts’ cunts were literally dripping with anticipation and need.
“What I want you to do,” Commander Mueller instructed the class, “is to deliver twenty smacks WITHOUT driving your painslut into orgasm.”
There was a collective gasp from the class. “Oh, I know,” continued the commander, “that it will be practically impossible, but we often learn as effectively from our failures as from our triumphs.” He shrugged slightly and added, “And who knows, one of you may actually be able to accomplish it.”
He called off five names, and three women and two men walked up onto the platform. “If the slut peaks, quit and return to your seat,” he instructed. “I will think of a suitable reward for the high score later.”
The trustees distributed leather paddles to the five black-clad trainees. All of them took a moment to get a proper feel of the paddle before stepping into place. They looked at each other, and then one of them, the woman on the end, nodded toward the man on the other end, and he stepped forward to begin.
His plan was evidently to spank so rapidly that the slut would not be able to build up to a release, but he had not counted on the fact that the horny painslut kneeling before him had been in full denial, feeling absolutely no sensations, for almost three weeks. The paddle struck slut ellen’s ass dead center, and a loud “Thwack!” echoed through the hangar.
“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” quickly followed, but on the ninth “Thwack!” slut ellen’s hands flew from her head and a scream tore from her mouth. She quivered and wailed as a tremendous orgasm tore through her body.
“I believe that was nine,” Commander Mueller said dryly.
The next trainee, a woman, stepped forward and tapped the paddle lightly against slut julia’s ass cheek. “Aaaah,” moaned out slut julia. Then, as the trainee started to get into position, slut julia’s moan rose in pitch and intensity until it was a shriek that pierced the air. Somehow, she kept her hands on her head as she rocked and vibrated in orgasm.
“Unfortunate luck of the draw,” commented the commander. “... and she is not a true painslut. But it does teach us that not everything is always under our control.
The trainee glared at slut julia, who was still panting heavily; she then turned and walked angrily back to her seat in the bleachers.
The third trainee was standing behind slut jj. He walked up close to her but did not touch her. Then, with a sudden move of his hand, he delivered four very rapid swats to her ass. The “Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” that reverberated in the open space of the hangar was then followed by several seconds of silence as the trainee walked back and forth behind all of the sluts. He once again stepped close to slut jj and raised his paddle but did not swing.
Slut jj’s asscheeks clenched and unclenched as if begging for the paddle’s sting, but the trainee stood still with the paddle upraised. He started to walk away but was still intently watching slut jj’s ass cheeks. As he took his second step, he brought the paddle down backhanded and again delivered four very rapid swats.
Again, the “Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” reverberated in the hangar, and again it was followed by several seconds of complete silence, which was interrupted only by slut jj’s plaintive begging, “Please, please, please, please... finish me! Finish me! Finish me!”
The trainee smiled but said nothing. Instead, he once again approached slut jj. This time he struck before he reached her. He had to stretch out his arm slightly, but the “Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” was just as loud, and the red welts that almost instantly appeared were just as dark.
Once again, he approached slut jj. This time he stood for some time with his paddle raised over her ass as he intently watched the muscle action of her ass cheeks. He knew from experience that when a painslut relaxed, it meant that they were opening themselves up to the pain. But it also meant that she was sliding down off her own personal orgasm mountain. The trick, which slut marcie carefully noted, was to wait for all tension— even sexual tension— to leave the muscle.
It would have worked for almost any other painslut, but slut jj sensed what he was waiting for and forced her ass to relax while at the same time that she kept picturing slut marcie wielding the paddle. When the next series of swats erupted, so did slut jj.
“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! AAAAiiiiiiieeeeee!” now filled the hangar followed by a long, loud “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” as slut jj savored the feelings pouring through her body.
“I think we will call that a fifteen,” Commander Mueller said with a smile as the trainee went back to his seat.
The next trainee lined up behind slut stephanie and carefully moved the paddle forward and back to measure his swing. He then began swinging rhythmically. A loud “Thwack!” reverberated through the hangar every two seconds. Many of the sluts standing in formation could be seen shaking their heads slightly back and forth. They recognized that this trainee was doing exactly the wrong thing if he didn’t want slut stephanie to climax. On the seventh “Thwack!” she began shouting something in Spanish as her body shook in orgasmic frenzy.
The last trainee was the woman who had appeared to direct the others. Her slut was slut paula. She was evidently a person used to power and had decided that power was the secret. She put her entire body into her swing and the “Thwack!” of the paddle was almost like a rifle shot in the enclosed hangar. Slut paula’s scream as the blow landed was almost as loud.
The trainee varied the timing of the blows, but her intensity remained the same. Several of the sluts in formation swallowed hard as they watched slut paula’s ass go from red to purple and listened to her cries of pain.
Under normal circumstances, the power approach would probably have worked. Even painsluts have their limits where pain becomes just pain. But slut paula was used to secretly getting herself off at least once a day and everything had been locked away from her hands now for three weeks! Nothing was going to keep her from an orgasm. On the eleventh blow, slut paula’s cry of pain morphed into a scream of passion as her body shook in release.
“Interesting,” is all that Commander Mueller had to say. He then called out five more names and the next group of trainees came up on stage.
Four of the group chose to imitate the trainee who had used surprise in an attempt to prevent pushing the painslut into orgasm, but they evidently did not know– or had not noticed– his trick of reading the ass muscles, and the best that anyone got was fourteen.
The trainee with slut stephanie used a rhythmic swing and relied on the bruised and battered condition of the slut’s ass to prevent orgasm. He was wrong.
That prompted the final five trainees to imitate the power swinger from the first group. They had evidently forgotten to take the “warm up effect” into consideration. All of the sluts had already received a goodly number of swats at slightly lower intensity. That meant that their nerves were slightly deadened to pain and also slightly pre-disposed to switching the pain messages of their nervous system into pleasure messages.
No one got past twelve— not even slut julia. Evidently, when deprived of erotic stimulation for so long, even pain could take her over the top like a true painslut.
When all of the trainees had returned to their places on the bleachers, Commander Mueller stepped forward and said, “Would slut marcie please come forward?”
Slut marcie stepped cautiously forward. With everything else that was going on, she was afraid that this might be a serious trap of some sort, but instead, the commander greeted her with a smile and said, “What do you think? Do you think you could drive one of these sluts over the edge with exactly ten swats after what they have already gone through?”
“Sir, I will try, Sir, Commander Mueller,” she dutifully answered.
“Pick your slut,” he replied, and slut marcie felt a wave of relief flow through her. She knew which slut she would pick, and she was absolutely sure that particular slut would orgasm on the tenth swat.
Slut marcie stepped onto the platform and stood behind slut jj.
“Release the other sluts,” Commander Mueller ordered, and trustees brenda and yvonne hurried to obey his command. “Have them remain on the platform,” he added. After a few minutes, the two trustees and the four sluts were standing out of the way on the far side of the platform.
Slut marcie stepped forward and lightly stroked slut jj’s ass. “Imagine that you and I are alone on some special island. Just you, me, and...” she slapped the paddle against her hand “... this leather paddle.”
Stepping back just far enough to be in the proper position, slut marcie pulled back the paddle and delivered the first blow. It was hard, but not overly hard. The “Thwack!” reverberated slightly, but was nowhere near the rifle shot of the overly-powerful Mistress in training. Four seconds later, another “Thwack!” filled the hangar.
Each stroke was exactly in the center of slut jj’s ass. After the second stroke, slut jj knew where the next one would land. She also knew when it would land and how hard it would be. She opened herself up to the pain— and the pleasure that pain would bring.
Slut marcie noted the slight relaxation of slut jj’s ass cheeks. After watching the very skilled trainee, she now knew that complete relaxation was as bad as tense. The point where the muscles relaxed from the pain but still retained the tension of promised sexual pleasure was very close to the four-second interval she had chosen. She knew this was going to work.
“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!” brought the count up to nine. Then she stopped.
When she had done it before, she was acting on instinct. This time, she was looking for some telltale sign that it was time for the coup-de-grâce. What was it that had shown her it was time?
Slut jj’s ass muscles trembled slightly. No, that wasn’t it. Her legs twitched. Again, no, that wasn’t it. Then she felt her arm moving as if on its own. Slut jj’s cunt had just winked at her. At least that was the only way slut marcie could describe it to herself. Slut jj’s cunt had relaxed for just a second so that it opened slightly and then contracted as if gripping a man’s prick. The final “Thwack!” did sound like a rifle shot in the now silent hangar.
“Aaaahhhhhhhaaaaiiiiieeeee” screamed slut jj as she shook and convulsed in the most violent orgasm of the day.
The fifteen black-clad trainees were on their feet applauding. Slut marcie looked over at Commander Mueller and smiled. He returned her smile and gestured for her to return to the formation.
As she stepped from the platform, however, she caught a glimpse of trustee brenda out of the corner of her eye. The trustee was glaring at her with hate-filled eyes.
“Release the remaining slut,” Commander Mueller ordered and trustee yvonne leapt forward to free slut jj from the spanking bench.
“There is one more thing which these sluts can teach us today,” said the commander loudly. “And that is the depth of their needs.”
While he was speaking, the men who had brought the spanking benches were rapidly removing them from the platform. When all of the benches were on the ground, the crew carried over and unrolled what looked like a wrestling mat or some other large pad which covered the entire center of the platform.
Commander Mueller stepped from the front of the platform as the pad was unrolled. There was just room for the trustees and the five sluts to remain standing at the far side.
“Red sluts to the center of the mat,” ordered the commander. The five looked at each other for a moment, but then walked out onto the mat.
“Each of these sluts,” began Commander Mueller, “has just had at least three orgasms.” He laughed. “For many women three would be a good number for the day. ... but these are true painsluts– or at least true sluts. By that I mean that at least four of them can truly receive pleasure from pain and all five of them crave sexual pleasure in all forms.”
He laughed again. “There is no such thing as insatiable, but a true slut comes very close.”
Turning to address the sluts on the mat he asked, “Would any of you sluts desire another orgasm?”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Commander Mueller,” all five thundered back.
“You may have as many orgasms as you desire this afternoon,” Commander Mueller replied. “On this one condition: That you give them to each other– or to yourself– here on this mat as we watch. If you are willing to so debase and humiliate yourselves just so you can cum, you may begin whenever you are ready and continue until you are sated.”
The five sluts looked at the commander with looks of total confusion as his words slowly sank in. Then slut jj yelled out, “Sir, thank you, Sir, Commander Mueller,” pulled slut ellen down to the mat, and dove into her cunt with her tongue. Soon the five were a squirming, groaning mass of sexual excess.
After several minutes, Commander Mueller said, “If any of you trainees feel the need to sate yourselves, I am sure that some of these sluts,” pointing to the formation, “also have needs.” He paused a moment and said, “The universal safe word at Box M Ranch is ‘Canyon.’ Remember if anyone says that, you stop immediately.”
With that he walked off the platform and strode out of the hangar. As the trainees walked over to the sluts, there was some shuffling around as various sluts attempted to pair up with specific trainees. Slut marcie debated also just walking away as Commander Mueller had done, but a firm, feminine voice spoke from alongside her.
“Power attracts power,” she said. “Would you be willing to join me as an equal to satisfy each other’s needs?”
Slut marcie turned to see the female trainee who had been the alpha of the first group of five and perhaps the entire class of fifteen. She smiled back and said, “I choose to say yes.”
“Spoken like a true Mistress,” the woman said. She then smiled once again, took slut marcie by the hand, and led her toward a small room near the back of the hangar.
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