Where you learn your place

In the next few weeks, you find that your session with the therapist has led you to think about some new choices.

First off, you join a gym run by the guild. It is a few blocks from where you live at the back of a rather nice apartment building.

It is definitely not, however, a normal gym for such a place. The rooms have plenty of natural light from their windows, but they face into an enclosed yard with concrete walls and no view. The reason for this is immediately obvious when you see some of the other clients.

While standard workout clothes are certainly in evidence, there are also some more **** choices. One young man is biking in nothing but a black thong, while a young woman wearing heels and a bubble-gum pink bra and panties is practicing her walk on the treadmill.

You enlist the services of a humorless, broad shouldered woman, who begins to mold your physique into what she says is the ideal: thin, leanly muscled and (she advises) hairless absolutely everywhere. (And she checks).

You are still performing little services, and those, along with a surprisingly high interest rate, see your gilt balance grow fairly rapidly.

In thinking how to spend this windfall, your eyes light on the various "**** training" courses offered. Looking into it further, you discover that the guild has a number of certifications that you can obtain. You set your sights on "MaleSlave I," described as the most basic level of training for male submissives.

It is a four weekend course, and you arrive at a nondescript warehouse early one Saturday with a number of other worried looking men and women.

A door opens and a large man in a black suit ushers you all inside.

"Leave all of your clothes and belongings in these lockers--you code them to your thumbprint. Your trainers will arrive shortly."

You try not to shiver and blush and you all wait naked and anxious for the next step.

Your trainer is a tall, middle-aged woman in ordinary workout clothes.

"Follow two steps behind." Her voice is cool, emotionless and disinterested.

She takes you to a small room.

"Kneel."

For the next hour, she instructs you in the four proper kneeling positions.

"You will practice these every day--I expect perfection next time."

On the training goes, with the afternoon covering other positions and how to move to them instantly on command.

"Next we will practice forms of address. All guild members are 'Sir' or 'Madam' to you unless they are wearing a collar. You will always refer to me as "Mistress" so long as I am training you."

"Yes, Mistress."

The evening passes with instruction on cooking, drink-making and serving at the table or in a party situation. When the day is finished, she brings out a chastity cage.

"Unless otherwise stated, you should expect to wear one of these at any guild function. Of course, you may find that yourself in the service of a guild member who requires it at all times. Your bed is here."

She leads you to a series of cell-like rooms with bars for doors. Several of the other students are already locked in theirs.

"Wake up call is 6:00am. Because today was your introduction, I have not used any form of correction to punish your mistakes. You should not expect me to be so forgiving tomorrow."

You hear the key turn as she locks the doors to your room. The lights drop a moment later.