A Submission class

I hadn’t been railed into a classroom at all - when I looked up, we were in the same apartment where I had been in the morning, and Sylvia’s face was right in front of me. She sounded almost apologetic when she shrugged as she unstrapped me, and said: “This subject isn’t really suitable for classroom teaching. I will teach you in private lessons instead. Come, girl.”

She sat down in an armchair, and pointed me to a small cushion in front of it to kneel on. My feet were on either side of a clone, rising straight up from the floor, and it slid into me as I lowered my ass to rest it on my ankles. The sensation of being filled up in this way started to become familiar and comfortable.

She said: “So the subject is submission now. It is the most spiritual of the DASHA letters… it isn’t really about a skill, a performance, or an attribute… submission is a state of mind, it should be ingrained in your personality. Still it is something that can be trained, and we will do so now.

“The first thing you have to realize is that it isn’t a stand-alone state… you are always submissive TO something. Do you understand?”

I replied: ”Yes, you told me this morning. I should be submissive to my pussy, a facilitator of her needs and desires. I am just a carrier of my pussy.”

“Yes, that is absolutely true. But this is a proxy thing. You are submissive to your pussy, but your pussy is itself submissive to something else. Can you think of what?”

“Erm… the President, I guess?”

She nodded. “Indeed. His needs, his desires, even his whims and caprices, are all superior to anything YOU may want or desire or think. You already know that - I told you this morning. But that isn’t enough. The most important thing is that it shouldn’t be a rational thing. You don’t need to think that he is your superior, you need to feel it. You need to take it to your soul itself - that the greatest fulfillment you can achieve is to please him, that you can only be happy when he is happy, that you will go to any length to serve even his tiniest wish. You must disable your ego, set aside your pride, realign your perception of concepts like justness, honor, and morality. You cannot have any goal but one: to please him, to grant his wishes, uttered or unspoken, willed or ****. You must be attentive of his moods, and attempt to read his actions for any sign of something he might want from you, of an act you might perform to increase his well-being. All of this entails the first level of submission. Are you with me so far?”

I nodded, but remained silent. There was obviously more to come.

She continued: ”So after that, we can move on to the next level of submission. One of his pleasures is, obviously, to have a submissive girl like that at his disposal.” She laughed shortly, interrupting herself: “Well, more than one, of course. But let’s say for a moment you were the only one. It is pleasing to him to see you, and to see that you are submissive to him. To be confirmed that, indeed, you have extinguished your ego and are completely vested to his service. And even, that you are willing to make sacrifices to give him the pleasure of seeing that. Do you understand what I’m talking about?”

I hesitated. Yes, I had a vague idea of what she was talking about, but couldn’t really give it a meaning; so I shook my head.

“Basically, he enjoys watching you make a sacrifice for him, as a kind of proof. And when you have achieved the first level of submission, you are eager to give him that pleasure. Can you think of an example of that?”

I thought for a minute, then it dawned on me: “The… whippings?”

“Exactly! You may have wondered what they are for, what they have to do with the principles of the Program…. Well, here it is. Yes, he enjoys watching you take the flogger, or the crop, or the cane… but he’s not a sadist. It is not because he enjoys to watch your pain. What he enjoys to see is your eagerness to take it, to raise your ass to make it available, to hold the position when the strokes start to land, the way you grit your teeth and twist your face to endure it for just a little longer. What you are giving him is the living proof of your dedication to him; that to you, his pleasure of watching you is more important than your own torment. You are pleasing him when you endure it! “

She paused, as if she had an expectation of me now; but it still took ten seconds before I made the connection: “And… since I am pleasing him… which has become my sole goal on the first level… now I find my own pleasure in this? I am truly enjoying the whipping?”

“Very good! Yes, when you have achieved this level of submission, you are delighted and exalted when he decides to thrash you! The pain in your ass channels into endorphins of pride, honor, and satisfaction, and every next lash takes you another step up the ladder of ecstasy! Far from trying to evade his whip, you will be begging him to give you more! ”

Was this really possible? It was hard to imagine I would beg anyone at all for a whipping… then again, this was a mysterious and illogical place, and I had only just started my journey of learning the secrets of it.

Sylvia left me to my reflections for a minute, before she continued: “So now here you are, raising your ass to receive the whip for your mutual pleasure… surely that must be the end of it, right? “

I wasn’t sure what to say. It seemed so, yet her voice seemed to suggest there was a next level.

She continued: “But your body has physical limitations. No matter how your mind enjoys the spiritual rapture of submission, there is a point where your body just can’t take it anymore. However, that point is not absolute. Your body can be trained like an athlete, to go even further than before, increasing your pain threshold, strengthening your resilience, developing more endurance. This training isn’t easy, of course… it takes years, and results are diminishing the further you go. Now you may ask, why would you do it? If it isn’t about sadism, and only about providing proof for your submission, why would you train your body to endure more? “

I shook my head. I had no idea, even though the idea of training my body to cope with more excited me in an unexplicable way.

Sylvia carried on: “It is about the third level of submission. Imagine you will someday be called to the Palace, and the President whips you. He is an experienced observer, so he will immediately realize that you have been trained, that he can go further than he could go with an untrained girl. What does it mean to him?”

I pondered hard, then started formulating my thoughts: “It means… that he can see… I have been working… for months, or years… towards this moment… that even when I had never even met him, when it wasn’t even certain that I would ever meet him at all… when he didn’t even know of my existence… I was already submissive to him… pleasing him in this moment was enough for me to take this difficult and long training… only for him… for this fleeting encounter, for merely a few moments of his pleasure… working so hard for nothing but the ability to take a few extra lashes…”

“Very well. And what does it mean for you, when you are taking this training?”

“That I am already connected to him… I’m already pleasing him, even if he doesn’t know it… and I can experience the joy of submission already!”

Sylvia nodded: “Exactly! And there’s the third level of submission for you! “

I was silent, impressed. Sylvia rose from her chair and helped me to my feet; then she invited me to bring a hand down and test my pussy. I wasn’t really surprised to find it thoroughly juiced. She smiled at me, and said: “It is because of the proxy… your pussy is the core of the submission, your mind only follows it. Your pussy has listened to our conversation as well, and she recognized the enormous sexual power of it… forgetting yourself in submission, to give yourself entirely to your superior, is a tremendous hornificator. She is asking you now to start training as soon as possible, yes?”

I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, even if I had wanted to. And I didn’t. The pink haze of arousal bred in my pussy and radiated throughout my entire body, silencing any opposition which might have existed. This was the way I could start my adoration for him, and that’s what I desperately wanted. The lusty hunger couldn’t be ignored, both me and my pussy wanted to join in this sensual feast without delay.

“Indeed, Sylvia. Tell me how to start the training. “