Carol and Monique were not in a traditional dom/sub relationship, whatever that is, but there were obvious similarities. For that reason, Marlo, a friend, an experienced domme and advisor in the kink, thought that Carol should learn her ways, even if she wasn't going to use most of it. The best way to learn, Marlo thought, was being a sub. As Carol was not a sub, she wouldn't find pleasant the learning process, so Marlo stripped it of its worst parts, leaving the strictly necessary.

-Ten! Thank you, mistress. May I have another?- The cane hit one last time. Carol's redened ass would certainly be a good lesson: the cane hurts.

-No, my pet, that's enough.- Marlo sat on the couch and spread her legs. Carol, kneeling on the floor, her ass well exposed, her nose, forehead and hands also on the floor, turned around and crawled towards her mistress. Showing no hesitation, she reached to grab her trainer's panties, but Marlo stopped her.- You don't need to thank me today, pet. That's already practised and I'm not into girls..., normally.

-Please, mistress, let me thank you.- She kissed softly Marlo's mound still covered with the panties.

-Stop! Waiting stance.- Carol, who had been kneeling over her heels, spread her feet slightly, so her ass touched the floor. That way she was sitting, but from a distance still seemed to be kneeling. Then she placed her hands on her thighs palms up.- Ok, we are done. You have learned to obey. No we change places.

-Mistress?

-The things I've done to you? You will do them to me. Two conditions. One, please don't do them in front of my husband. I am her domme and it's better if he only sees me as such. Two, I'm guessing that I have hurt your feelings you more than once, but, please, don't be vengeful. Don't abuse your power, please.

-But, I...

-Stand, please, mistress.- Marlo stripped down completely and knelt on the floor assuming the same position Carol had been in, ass high, forehead on the floor.- Please, mistress, cane this sub.

It was upsetting, but not much. The most important idea was control. The domme must control the situation, including her own feelings. Keep a cold mind. Always.

For that purpose, Marlo had advised Carol to carry around inside her a special plug. It was rather big, enough to fill her pussy, but soft as a balloon and made of a slippery material. When she was standing still, or sitting stright or moving very slowly, its presence went mostly unnoticed. Otherwise she would feel something that it any case would give her enough friction to be pleasant. If she tried to use her vaginal muscles to clench or squeeze she would meet nothing more than frustration. On its base it had a square of leather that covered all her pussy and from the a set of straps that cinched around the top of her hips and around her waist.

She could remove it at any moment. She was the domme, nobody was ordering her to do anything. But the point of the plug was to learn self-control. It moved, yes. She felt full, but not full enough to get any benefit from it. It was upsetting. But not much. She knew worse.

To emphasize the domme picture, she ought to give up many things. Junk food, alcohol... One of the worst, no more casual clothes, her attire musted be elaborate but not baroque. Elegant but not pretentious. Flattering but not sexy. Both powerful and moderate. Restrained. In control. Stereotypically, business suits, therefor. Also, hair in a tigh bun, comfortably tight overbust corsets, and not too uncomfortably high heels. Even at home.

If she was acting as a domme, a riding crop always on her hand. She never used it to inflict pain, but mostly to point at things, to order around, and, sometimes, to hit her hand, her thigh or her boot to emphasize a point.

Many of the things Marlo taught her seemed unnatural and unnecessary, but that was exactly the idea, make it more elaborate, harder, more complete. Create a fantasy. Become an idea.

With Monique she didn't need all that. That wasn't their game. They were friends playing and that was all. But Marlo was teaching her a whole new language. A new philosophy for life. Certainly she wanted to learn.

That Saturday Monique was on the bed, laying on her side. Chastity belt connected to the control machine, hands and feet almost touching due to the electronic cuffs, also connected to the controller. Covered head to ankle in brown and black latex, except for the breasts protuding from holes. A ballgag on her mouth, plugged ears and a blindfold on her eyes blinding her twice. The intensity of the egg vibrator had been going from 1 to 10 and back, every 30 seconds for an hour already. Orgasms not allowed so far, even if she could reach the peak. Which she couldn't.

Marlo was sleeping on the floor. Completely naked covered only by a sheet. Metal handcuffs on wrists and ankles, hands on her back. A wide bright red dog collar around her neck, fixed to the bed frame through an iron chain.

Carol finished her make-up with a touch of black eyeliner and went to the bedroom. With her feet she woke Marlo up, sat on the bed and spread her legs. Marlo crawled there with some effort, due to her cuffs, in part, but mostly because she had been sleeping on the hard floor. With her tongue and lips she pleasured the domme she was training. A month prior she had had very little experience using her tongue for that. Zero experience, in fact. But she was learning quickly. Carol wanted it slow. She wanted Marlo to get a good taste of her, so it would take time. About ten minutes later she orgasmed and Marlo's tongue hung exhausted.

Not bothering to thank her trainer and temporary sub she stood up, opened a drawer, took the slippery dildo and inserted it in her pussy, cinching the leather straps on top of her garter belt. She grunted. Wearing that thing was getting tedious, which was exactly the point, learning endurance and patience. Learning to control her feelings and body reactions. From she same drawer she took a pair of panties.

Then she helped Marlo to climb on the bed and placed her laptop next to her friend's face. On the screen could be seen the new configuration of Monique's chastity belt's controller. One that would surely give her what she wanted. Everything was ready, except for the last step, pressing the “enter” key.

-Slave, I have some chores to do.- Carol whispered into Marlo's ear. She slipped two fingers into Marlo's needy pussy. She had been constantly teased and denied for three days.- I will be back in a couple of hours.- Her fingers moved back and forth rubbing on Marlo's G-spot. Her eyes went wide and started to moan. She needed it bad.- Shhhh. Silence.- She increased the pace.- In an hour and a half you are to press the “enter” key, keep your eyes on the watch.- Marlo was very close to orgasm so Carol removed her fingers and made her temporary sub lick them clean, while trying in vain to conceal her frustration.- I want my doll, Monique, to have two orgasms minimum. You will help sucking on her nipples.- Carol started to caress softly Marlo's clit.- If you fall asleep or forget to press the key, you will spend another week denied.- Marlo was edging again, so Carol stopped.- I would never do to her the terrible things I'm doing to you, because she is my friend and I love her. I will never love you.- Marlo started to cry. Not because she took Carol's words seriously, a bit of needless cruelty was expected, but because she really needed to cum.- Oh, somebody is loosing control of her feelings. I guess that makes me a great domme.- Marlo smiled and nodded. Carol kissed her softly on her lips. Marlo thanked a lot that small kindness, and grinned maliciously. Carol regretted it immediately because it meant that she had also lost control for a moment, stepping out of character. For a second she stopped being a domme and went back to being a friend. She still had a lot to learn.