On submission

Sylvia replied: "I know, my sweet girl. So I will tell you more of this place, and you will immerse in that wonderful sensation... so tell me again, what does DASHA stand for? "

"Disciplined, available, submissive, horny, agile."

"Very good. We have discussed two of those at length today already, disciplined and horny. Let's look at a third now. Submissive. So what do you think it means?"

"It means I should be obedient to you, and my other superiors in the Program."

She laughed out loud: "Well yeah, there's a little bit more to it than that, but basically you are right. The Program was designed to teach you. Many brilliant people have devised and perfected the methods to do that. We know a great deal more about you than yourself. So yeah, you should listen to our teachings and obey our instructions to achieve perfection. But that is not all. The state of submission is also an important factor of the sensitivity of both your mind and body to the stimuli you are provided with. Over here, you are not primarily a person. You should learn to think of yourself as a carrier of your pussy. Your own goals and desires are always secondary to hers. Your pussy doesn't have a mind of her own, she can't think or make decisions. But she craves attention, and the way she enjoys it most is passive, when things are done TO her, when she can't control what happens. Your personality might obstruct that, if you would have free will, it could give her a feeling of being active, of control, of self-determination. That would be highly undesirable, you understand, right? Being active is devastating for her hornification. So you must take that passivity to your own mind as well. You shouldn't only learn obedience, for it is very well possible to be obedient and still have an independent mind of your own. No, you should take submission to your core... be dependent, be inferior, be ****, be weak. You belong to the Program, and it will take your decisions for you, it will do with you as it pleases, it will rule your body and your soul... and you will love that rule for every minute of it. "

I was having trouble keeping my finger still as she spoke to me. I drank in her words like nectar, and they hit me where it mattered most: straight in my crotch. I envisioned myself, being played like a toy, without any say in it, hornified at will... “A carrier of my pussy”, god I loved that phrase. The glow heated up into a fire again.

"So tell me... did they teach you in school which are the three main tools to achieve submission?"

"Yes ma'am. Restriction, pain, and humiliation."

"Very good. Restriction to make you feel the limits of your freedom. Pain, to realize that you are at the mercy of others. Humiliation, to make your inferior position clear. Together they can destroy your taboos and crush your boundaries. There is no need for shame or guilt in a true submissive, so she can freely be guided to explore the full spectrum of her sexuality."

"My finger is trembling on my clit, I want to rub it so badly... please, can I?"

"It seems unlikely that you could refrain from going to your O if you did that... which is what this exercise is for. But maybe I am wrong? If you think you can handle it, go ahead."

"Of course I can't! But you are driving me crazy! Aargh... I feel so good, so horny... I can't resist much longer!"

"Discipline, girl, that's what it is all about! You want to be elite, you want to be in the Program? Then show me that you can handle the basic levels of hornification that I'm providing you with now!"

My whole arm was trembling, as I fought the urge to grab my pussy. I knew if I did, I would go to my O almost instantly. I realized I was moaning again, but I had no way to stop it.

"Breathe, girl!" She yelled. "Concentrate on it, slow it down!"

I managed to focus on it, and control my breath just a little bit. The urge decreased indeed, but only slightly, looming somewhere very near.

She gave me a minute to do so, then continued relentlessly: "Now, where was I? Ah yes, submission. You probably realize that it needs a strict hierarchy. The rule for this is very simple: you are submissive to anyone that's wearing more clothes than you. Now since you will only wear your shoes and cuffs on your wrists and ankles, that means everyone except a few servants. So if anyone gives you an order, you obey it. They can also whip you, put you in bondage, issue assignments, or do whatever else they want with you. There are no limits, no appeals; you can only be sure that everything they do to you is in the interest of your adaptation to the Program."

I was panting heavily again, but still managed to utter: "This is hopeless. Just after I struggled to get my breath under control, you tell me something like that, and the frenzy immediately returns at full strength! What am I supposed to do about it? How can I fight it?"

"Very good, girl, keep sharing your thoughts, keep telling me how you feel... and to answer your question, you cannot fight it, you can only learn to deal with it. You cannot escape hornification here; and if this is the right place for you, you don't even want to. So tell me, do you think this is the right place for you?"

"Yes... it is difficult and scary, but it also gives me the most amazing feelings I ever had. I never want to do without that again!"

"We had great expectations of you... and it seems we were right. After all, half the effort is in the intent. "