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The Training of Slave Selena

by James W

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© Copyright 2008 - James W - Used by permission

Storycodes: M/f; D/s; solo-f; latex; enema; toys; cons; X

Story continued from Part 8

Part Nine

Chapter 17: For the love of my Master

Selena awoke with a start, ‘where was she? Then she inwardly smiled. Of course in her Masters bedroom! She stretched luxuriating in her condition. She tongued her gag then sucked. She was in heaven. But where was her Master and how long had she been asleep for? She waited passively in her darkness.

Small vibrations told her of her Masters return. She spread her legs wide placing her arms above her head. Her Master entered her swiftly bearing down on her with the full weight on his hips arching his back with arms supporting his upper body.

“Now slave, bring your arms up and find my nipples.”

She did as commanded and by luck found them immediately. She heard him gasp as she rolled them between her gloved fingers. It didn’t take long for him to pump his seed into the latex condom he was wearing. She was too exhausted to climax but delighted in the sensation of her Master deep within her. He rolled off her and smiled at his blindfolded mute slave He was as excited as she was. He leaned over her recumbent form and gently caressed her head before removing gag and blindfold.

The first thing his slave said was, “Master I love you.” followed by “What time it is?”

“Have a guess” he asked.

Selena thought hard and said “About 1 o’clock Master?”

James chuckled to himself clearly the first training experience had been a major success. “Well slave you are wrong, it’s now 6pm, what time did you dress yourself this morning, I believe it was 5.30am”

Selena confirmed the time adding “Master, I’ve been dressed head to toe in latex, my favourite material for 12 and a half hours; yet it feels like no time at all. I can’t believe just how quickly the time has passed.”

Dressed now in towelling gowns the two lovers sat comfortably as the large sofa. Over coffee they discussed the experience. James listened whilst Selena recounted the many sensations which she had experienced.

“When you began undressing me I thought the session was over. I felt so naked and disappointed. I wanted to remain in my latex suit. But then when you upended me I knew that something special was going to happen. The enema filling me was amazing!” and she went on “You know I gloried in the sensation knowing that I couldn’t do a thing about it, I felt really slavish, you were probing my body internally and I felt so very vulnerable and humiliated, you had complete access to me and I was your object; my mantra helped me relax when the cramps began; the pain adding to my pleasure. I knew I was pleasing you dear Master.” She was now in full flight.

“Hanging suspended in that wonderful chair really had me sexually excited. And when you told me that I had to take two more pleasures I nearly fainted I was so tired by that stage but I knew I had to take them if I was ever to be released.”

Just as James was about to speak she went on, “My helmet is just lively it’s so comfortable and I love the full enclosure it offers. The fact that I slept so easily with it on, fully gagged, confirms my feelings of being a proper slave.” Selena had hardly taken breath to get this off her chest.

James was amazed. After a blissful evening in which they planed further adventures together they took to bed both tired but happy with the days experiences.

James was away for the entire week working on a large project. This gave Selena a chance to reflect on all that had happened over the weeks since she had first met her lover, she busied herself in her work but her heart was not in it. She was desperately longing for her lover and to continue where they had left off. She now clearly understood that for fulfilment in her life she would need to follow her masochistic instincts. The first taste of being a fetishistic slave had opened a Pandora’s Box. She was addicted and knew she must follow her inclinations.

It was the beginning of March with spring waiting just around the corner. However the weather was unseasonably wet and although she desperately wanted spring, she did console herself with the thought that she could enjoy the heavy rain and the sensation of splashing through puddles properly protected. Now she wore either one of her rubber lined mackintoshed or her favourite SBR daily along with the intimate underwear. The dildo pants were only to be worn when instructed as was her latex suit and helmets. James her Master had been quite specific about that and, as his slave in training she accepted his word, although she desperately wanted to be totally covered as she was on Sunday.

She rushed home on Monday hoping for an e-mail or telephone message. There were neither. She busied herself with the various day to day demands before relaxing before her computer. Checking e-mail she was delighted to receive a message from James as well as one from her Master.

Opening James’s she read: Darling Selena,

Although I‘m very busy, and will be for the coming week, each time I stop for a moment I am immediately with you in my thoughts and you with me. The swelling arousal in my groin tills me just how much you excite me. I can picture you as you were on Sunday and how you responded to each new experience. You know you excite me wildly. You know I love you and every moment away from you leaves me empty. I thirst for your lips, your heady perfumed and your gentle touch.

I am out this evening with a business client so probably won’t have a chance to speak to you until very late. Keep your mobile switched on and we will speak before you sleep

My love to you, my latex lady,


The old familiar re-awakening of her vaginal area emphasised her loneliness; Selena re-read the message a couple of times. She was now aware of her own emptiness and her desperate longing for her man. “James, come back safe and soon, I’m so in love with you.”

She opened the nest message from her Master. The Title on the screen read, ‘Master to slave.’ Selena‘s heart skipped a beat, her eyes focused on the screen. She could hear her Master’s voice instructing her,


Before you continue to read this message you will prepare yourself. Strip, shower, completely shave your pubic hair then powder yourself well and apply lubrication to your anus; fit your double dildo pants, cat suit, slave collar and gloves. Finally fit your latex hood, the one with the open eyes, then return and read the rest of this message”.

Selena felt two emotions simultaneously; one, a sexual desire flooding through her and two, a deep satisfaction that she would he allowed to cover herself completely in latex. Deep down she wanted to taste the stiffness of the rubber penis gag and the full enclosure of her favourite second helmet.

She left the computer and went into the bathroom. Although she had shaved her pubic hairs for some years now she always retained a bush in the deep vee. Now she set about obeying her Masters commands. Pulling on the dildo pants made her squirm as the intruder nosed into place. She was now very aware of her shaved pubic area. The newly shaved area was hyper sensitive to the kiss of latex and she thrilled to the new sensation.

Emerging from her bedroom Selena now felt at one, she was dressed as instructed, sexually charged and wanted to read on. She sat at the computer consul enjoying the feeling of the anal rod being forced deeper into her. She moved the mouse with her gloved hand. The message reappeared. She re-read the dressing instructions again then began reading.

“I assume you are now dressed as instructed and that you are waiting for further instructions. First, before giving these you must learn just how well you performed on Sunday and what your reward is. You know that I awarded you one merit and that merits lead to pleasure for you. Well, I have decided to give you a further 3 merits and no demerits. So you now have 4 merits. Given this, you can now request for pleasures which I will consider... Of course, you can hold on to merits and bank them as it were for future use. You see, you both surprised me with your subservient behaviour and the way you took to your training. Now, to tonight, you will stay as you are until you change for work tomorrow; in addition you will begin, once you have read this note, to set down your ideas as to two fantasies which you would like to play out. You must be in bed by 11pm to receive my phone call. I shall speak to you later; now begin your tasks slave.

Your Master”.

Selena finished reading feeling incredibly horny; she wriggled and squirmed her bottom on the seat to receive some relief. Then, as instructed she began her task. It was 10.30pm before she realized and she was running with vaginal juices; her suit holding in the flow, she kept up a slight rocking of her hips, enjoying the building fire. She had set down two fantasies in great detail the words flowing from her gloved fingers as if they had a mind of their own. She took care of her toiletries and took to her latex sheeted double bed. She was wide awake and luxuriated in the caress of the cool latex over warm suited body. She lay quietly on her back with the sheets pulled up around her helmeted chin. She began her mantra “For the love of my Master, for the love of my Master.” Her breathing slowed as she focused and cleared her mind of its clutter. Before long she felt at peace, calm and relaxed. Drifting quietly with eyes closed, she was contented; the earlier urgent need to gain sexual relief now forgotten. It was much later that her mobile rang and she pulled herself back to an active state. Her heart rate increasing dramatically she turned aver and slid her hand out from the latex sheets to pick up the phone. Placing it to her helmeted head she spoke, “Master?”

“Hello slave have you completed your tasks and are you in bed as instructed” The voice was not of her lover James it was unmistakably of her Master. There was coolness, a distance which only her Master processed. “Speak now!” she gulped now sounding diffident her voice was not modulating as it normally did, it had lost the spontaneity.

“Master, I carried out your commands to the letter I have written very detailed fantasies and was surprised just how easily they flowed from me.” She continued as if wanting approval. “I could have written at far greater length but that would have meant me overrunning my time constraints and I know you want absolute obedience. I was very sexually turned on by what I had written but I controlled my urges by using my slave mantra; it really works.” She broke off for a moment then asked, “Dear Master, how are you?”

There was silence for a moment then the reply. “Slave, I am pleased to hear you have obeyed my instructions and not taken more time than allowed. As my slave you will grow to understand that when undergoing training you will only obey, never question or move a fraction from your commands. To do so will incur many demerits. Tonight you are to be rewarded for the completion of your task. When I’ve finished talking to you, you will change your helmet then buckle on your gag and blindfold. You will take two pleasures then you will begin your slave mantra which you will recite until you drift off to sleep. As to how I am, remember you are my slave. I shall ask questions and you will answer. You will not ask me personal questions only questions to elucidate commands”.

Selena felt chastened ‘yes’ she thought, ‘I am a slave, an abject slave; my Masters plaything; I’m really under his control’. Her thoughts turned inwards and in that moment she knew in heart of hearts that this is what she had always yearned for, to be a controlled submissive slave. The fact was that this inexorably also tied in with her latex fetishism and natural submissiveness. In a flash of cognition she understood her condition and her heart skipped a beat then began to hammer in her breast. She gasped, as the realisation struck her; but the next instant was fully focused on her response. She heard her reply. “Master I am yours to command, I am your abject slave, your plaything. Help me please.” She emphasised the ‘please’ with an earnest plea. Her tone was serious.

At the other end of the phone her Master Smiled to himself. ‘Yes’, his slave was responding correctly to her training, even at this distance and time. “Now slave, I think you are ready to undergo further training which will help you to adjust and focus on your slave state. From now on I want you to begin your slave meditation each morning prior to going to work. This will mean you will set your alarm to raise you 20 minutes before you shower and prepare for work. You will place a mat at the foot of your bed and use it for your meditation each day. You will kneel in your slave position and begin meditating on your role as my slave. You will first clear your mind on any clutter then begin focusing on your role as MY slave”. Her Master emphasised the ‘my’ then left a silence to allow the message to sink in.

“slave, know well that you are in my thoughts and that you are very special to me .Now you must repeat your mantra to me five times then put the phone down. I shall be in touch.” There was silence, slave Selena repeated her mantra as directed, and then put the phone down. The final compliment had found its target deep within her heart she was both proud and lonely now.

She got out of bed and retrieved her second helmet. Slipping back, she unzipped her helmet and pulled it carefully off the front of her head. Her hair now flattened and damp. She inadvertently caught some hairs in the unzipping process. Perhaps I should have my hair cut short she mused. Then opening the replacement helmet she pushed her damp head into it carefully threading the plait through the pony tail opening, and pulling the helmet back on so it fitted correctly. She inhaled the heady latex smell savouring the sensation then focused her eyes through the soft vinyl lenses which allowed sight but slightly distorted the image. This was, she decided, her favourite helmet. Then buckling in the gag she eagerly accepted the stiff rubber penis gag. Finally she fitted the blindfold. Now in complete darkness she revelled in her condition and began her mantra, ‘For the love of my Master, for the love of my Master’. Enveloped in latex she soon drifted of to a deep dreamless sleep.

At precisely 6.30am the quiet of the night was shattered by the quartz alarm, it was still dark outside. The sleeping form within the double bed moved, slowly at first. A gloved hand emerged from the obsidian latex sheets to silence the noise. Then without removing its blindfold the form climbed from its nest and felt its way to the foot of the bed. Once there it knelt in the prescribed manner, back straight slightly arched, hands placed behind its back, helmeted head bowed. The still form of a shapely woman covered from head to toe in gleaming latex, silent, unmoving, but for the rise and fall of her bust. The quiet darkness in which the slave existed was without time constraints.

The insistent tone of the second alarm some twenty minutes later impinged on the forms consciousness. Selena now stood up and unbuckled her blindfold then switched on the light at the side of her bed. She felt totally at peace both with herself and with her condition. She stood looking at herself in the full length mirror taking enjoyment from the form reflected back. ‘Now to move into my other world.’ she thought as she stepped into the shower. She stood completely dressed under the warm water then brought her hands up towards her helmeted head. The accidental touch of her gloved hand on her nipple enshrouded in latex sent a spasm of pleasure through her. She brought both hands to touch her nipples and then spent a few moments playing with them as cascading water splashed harmlessly from her suited form. ‘Hmm, I like that, I must tell my Master’ she noted.

She ate a light breakfast and was ready for whatever befell her today she tightened the belt of her SBR and set off to work.

She had a purpose in life now and was clear in her own mind of her objective; that of becoming the perfect slave. Work fitted into this pattern now and would do so until her Master decided otherwise. Although she had control over her day to day life and her work she knew in her heart that this was only a superficial effect. She was now falling deeper and deeper into the role of a slave which she had spent all her life unconsciously waiting to fulfil.

Her happy disposition at work was infectious and colleagues noted and enjoyed her company. Yet they also noted times when she was quietly distant, lost in her own thoughts. They took this as a sign of her general happiness and her new relationship. Each night the same procedure followed; she would arrive home, snatch a bite to eat then await the e-mail from her Master. In addition some nights it would be the voice of James who spoke to her and the two lovers would spend hours chatting away, both happy and excited by the other. Messages on her mobile phone were fun and would arrive without warning often they would command her to complete tasks, but always there was the e-mail message from her Master awaiting her. They both understood and enjoyed the game they were playing keeping James and Selena and Master and slave separate; although they often spoke of trying to live the life 24/7.

Selena had by Wednesday written other fantasies which would be shown to her Master later when he returned. She had also been instructed to purchase her own enema equipment by the end of the week. On Thursday she took an hour off work having located a medical supply shop. She entered the shop in her usual weather proof tightly belted and with collar up, her sou’wester shielding her from the cold rain. She felt self conscious but was determined to buy as directed by her Master.

She left with a two litre red rubber enema bag and hose. The bag looked like an inverted water bottle with a wide open top. There was about two and a half metres of tubing ending in a white plastic probe with four holes in to allow for gravity entry of the enema solution onto her colon. She was intrigued by the whole idea, remembering clearly her first enema and the strong sexual thrill she had experienced. Now head down into the heavy wetting shower she was eager to relive the experience. The rain splashing harmlessly off her SBR making it gleam in the early spring light. She enjoyed the whole experience noting the rivulets of water cascading from the deep hem of her mackintosh and splashing off her rubber riding boots; the swish and flap of the heavy material making its own unique music.


The computer screen glowed into life. At the seat sat the slave only her heavily made up lips and dark eyes showing she was covered the head to toe in gleaming black latex. Her gloved fingers tapped out the code which would allow access to the internet and to the messages of the day. She was desperately hungering for her Master’s message. Earlier in the day Selena had typed out the fateful news that she was now in procession of her own enema equipment hoping that this would impress her Master. Now she was slightly anxious that she may have somehow done the wrong thing and shown herself to be wilful, after all her Master had castigated her when she had stepped beyond her lowly status to ask a personal question. Would he see this act as showing initiative? The anxiety of not knowing was causing the slave exquisite torment. Would or wouldn’t her action be sanctioned? She opened the message ‘Master to slave.’ Holding her breath she began reading.


Because you have acquired your own enema equipment early you will be rewarded with one merit’

Slave Selena let out her breath and breathed again. She read on …

“Tonight your tasks will be to plan your pleasure reward for the 5 merits you now have. You may ask for anything as a slave but, and the Master had typed in bold, you will have to submit your request to me tonight before you retire to your bed. I will let you know if it is to be granted in my next message. Tomorrow you will give yourself your first enema once you have finished your slave meditation. This will mean that you will need to set your alarm half an hour earlier to allow for this. Prior to showering you will administer a 1litre washout. The crotch of your latex suit zip extends beyond your anus to allow access. You will hold in the enema for 10 minutes or as long as you can, if that be less you will note the time you retain it for, Without the inflatable obdurating bulb you may find it difficult to overcome the urge to void yourself. I shall speak about this again when I see you.

You are to be ready for collection by motor bike at 10am Saturday. You will, of course, wear full covering

Your Master.

Slave Selena thought long and hard as to what she would request for her reward. The Knight fantasy she had already written about and another as well. Now she had to come up with some thing new. She toyed with the idea of asking for the same experience she had had on her first slave session. There had been only pleasure she mused, no, she closed her eyes and suddenly she knew exactly what she wanted. She began typing her gloved fingers a blur.

“Dear Master.

What I am about to ask for will, I hope, be acceptable to you. The ride I had with you on your powerful motorbike was so exciting I enjoyed every single moment and felt so good. I love dressing up in my latex suit then putting on the warm padded shiny black vinyl over suit so that I am doubly protected. The tinted visor stopped anyone seeing my face.

Looking at myself in a mirror dressed fully when I returned from our lovely weekend together, I could not recognise myself and it gave me an enormous buzz to see an anonymous figure reflected back. So dear Master, as your abject slave, I formally request that I be allowed to wear my latex suit, corset, gloves and the vinyl lensed helmet with gag and blindfold fitted. I request that you fit me with vaginal and rectal probes, the vibrator ones that are controlled from the external box. Then on top I wear the vinyl suit and motorcycle helmet. I should love to ride gagged, blindfolded clinging to you. Then when you choose, you switch on the vibrating plugs so that I am teased then taken to climax. Once accomplished you take me back to your penthouse and make love to me whilst I am tethered to your bed. After this I would be put into strict bondage in that pivoting bondage chair of yours to compete the duration of my six hours.”

Just typing this had slave Selena running with vaginal juices. She was rocking again to increase her pleasure. She then wrote.

‘Master this is my application for pleasure;’ Finally signing, ‘your abject slave, very much in love.’

She then just put a cross in place of her name. She felt this was appropriate then sent the request. She checked the ‘sent’ items box on the screen; it showed that the message had been sent. Later James phoned and they spent a long time chatting, as lovers do. Selena returned to her lair slipping and sliding between the caressing latex. She sighed as she snuggled down enveloped in latex; her helmeted head resting on the soft shiny pillow. She felt wonderful and in love. She lay quietly for some time reflecting on the dramatic change in her life over the last few weeks, before beginning her slave mantra ‘For the love of my \Master, for the love of my Master’…Zephyrus sleep overtook her quickly.


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