The Training of The Ten Would Train Him to Be a Good, Submissive, Chaste Husband
She approached me, while I was sitting outside at a coffee shop, and started talking.
We started hanging out, even dating.
One evening, in her apartment, she said, almost out of nowhere, “I do not believe in having sex before the wedding night. So, please, don’t try or suggest it.”
“Okay,” I said, evenly.
Another evening, in her apartment, I saw a large notebook binder on the coffee table, with a title page on the cover: SC WIELD/WHAP.
I had no idea what that meant.
I was always quiet, mild-manner, well behaved.
She made suggestions as to what to do for dinner, what movies to see, what to watch on television, and I accepted them.
When she suggested that she could use some help house cleaning, I quickly volunteered, and found myself dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing the kitchen floor, the toilets, not really noticing that she didn’t seem to be doing much of anything herself.
We were spending every waking, non-working minute together, and when the hour was late, and she thought it silly for me to go home, allowed me to stay over, and sleep on the couch.
One evening, she asked me, ‘Do you masturbate?”
I must have blushed, a little, and finally said, “I’ve … been known to.. now and then.”
She nodded, said, “Hmm,” and went on to something else.
And another evening, she asked, “Have you thought about marriage?”
Surprised, I slowly said, “Yeah….. kinda.”
“Have you thought about marriage, to me in particular?”
My eyes went to the floor, and I said, “Yeah, sometimes.”
“Then, you should read this…. not here, take it home, look it over, think about it, I’ll ask you about it, another time”, and she handed me a sealed envelope.
I took it home, I opened the envelope, took out the document.
Contract, to be signed by both parties immediately after marriage proposal is offered and accepted.
I (the man)_____________ understand that upon signing this contract, (the woman)__________ will lock my penis into a chastity device, that is intended to prevent the man from having an erection or an orgasm; that the woman will retain the key to the lock; that it will be unlocked on the wedding night, for a night of consummating the marriage, where ‘a night’ is here defined as starting upon entering the honeymoon suite, and ending at 06:00 the following morning; and immediately after that, the woman has the right to lock the chastity device back onto the man, at any time of her choosing, and leave it on him for as long as she deems appropriate. She is in charge and control of his orgasms, and decides when he may have one.
I (the man)___________ understand that the woman ________ controls the household, makes all final decisions about the household, and is in charge of discipline.
I (the man) __________ understand that the woman _________ has the right to apply discipline and punishment whenever she chooses, in whatever manner she chooses.
I (the man)__________ understand that a safe word will be assigned; that during sessions of discipline, I may use the safe word when it becomes too much for me, and she will respect the safe word, and slow down or stop, depending on the circumstances, BUT that during sessions of punishment, my use of the safe word will not stop the activity.
I (the man) ________ understand that I will be expected, even required, to attend meetings of SC WIELD/WHAP with the woman, or if the woman cannot attend, I will still attend, if that is her desire.
I (the man) _________ understand that I will be required to submit to Training of the Ten, at times of the woman’s choosing, which may be immediately after the signing of this document, or later, to be completed prior to the marriage ceremony.
I (the man) __________ understand that this document is in force for the duration of the marriage.
x___________________ date x_____________date
(the man) (the woman)
I read it, and read it again, and read it again.
I did not fully comprehend half of it.
I understood about chastity devices, which did not bother me. If it meant, doing without masturbating until marriage, that was okay with me.
Discipline? Punishment? Safe word? SC WIELD/WHAP? Training of the Ten?
It was all quite obscure to me.
We continued to date as before…
About a week after giving me the document, she asked, “Have you read the contract?”
“Much I don’t understand.”
“Discipline? Punishment? What does that consist of?”
She smiled, and shrugged, and said, “Oh, spanking…that sort of thing.”
“Oh. Is that all…..” I could not decipher the look on her face, when I said that.
“A safe word…?”
“In times of a discipline spanking, if it just gets too … intense for you, you may use a safe word to slow it down a bit, as opposed to punishment, when safe words are not accepted, no matter how intense it gets.”
“Oh. What is the difference between discipline and punishment?”
“Discipline is ongoing, a way of me teaching and you learning, new rules. Punishment is used when you break existing rules.”
“Oh… oh. And, SC WIELD/WHAP?”
“That is the SoCal chapter of Wives Involved in Every Level of Discipline and Women wHo Apply Punishment, of which I am a founding member, and current chairman.”
“Oh. And, Training of the Ten?”
She smiled. “That is … a training regimen, training you to be a proper submissive husband to a Dominant wife, during which you repeat a series of statements, with physical reinforcements, on a daily basis, for a minimum of six weeks, and continuing if you do not have them memorized by then.”
“What if, I do have them memorized?”
“The training continues, for a minimum of six weeks.”
A long silence ensued.
Then she asked, “More thoughts? Questions? Objections?”
“Um…. no, none.”
“Really, no objections?”
“I guess, well, no, I could, I mean, I can, live with this.”
“You … sure?”
“Um…y..y….yes, I’m sure.”
“Then to make it official …. Will you marry me?”
Surprised, yet not so surprised, I looked at the floor, then at her, and said, “Yes, yes I will.”
She smiled, and nodded, and went to a file cabinet, and pulled out two copies of the contract, and a pen, and sat down next to me, and said, “Initial the blanks…and sign at the bottom.”
I did so, and she did the same in the appropriate blanks for her.
“Well, then,” she said, putting down the pen, “Let’s set a date….” and she looked at me.
I shrugged. “I’m pretty open.”
She nodded, and started looking at the calendar on her phone, and suggested a date three months hence.
I shrugged again, and said, “Sure.”
She nodded, typed it into her phone, while saying, “I’ll start making the plans for that, quite soon,” then she put down the phone and looked up and said, “And the next thing… stand up… and get undressed.”
I was slightly taken aback, but began doing so: shoes first, then my shirt, then my pants, and I stopped, standing in front of her in tighty-whities and white crew socks, not sure how much I was supposed to undress.”
“Get those off, too,” she said, gesturing at my briefs.
I slipped them down, and stepped out of them.
She had a small measuring tape in hand, and reached out, to my groin.
“I am measuring to see what size C-ring you need for your chastity device…” she said, running the tape around the base of my penis and scrotum.. “Um, 1 3/4…. okay…. now, go to the bathroom, and stand by the toilet. I’m going to shave your pubes before I lock you up.”
I went to the bathroom, and waited and then she followed.
She found a clean new razor and shaving cream, and ran a washcloth under hot water, and placed it on my groin, to moisten it, added shaving cream, and began shaving my pubic hair, and all around my groin.
Then she washed it all down with the cloth, found a towel, and told me to dry it off.
“Come on…” she said, and she led, I followed, to her spare bedroom.
She went to a drawer in one of the bureaus, opened it, pulled out a clear plastic something then turned around, and said, “Come here. Stop, stand up straight, hands behind your back.”
I did so, and watched as she fit the ring around the base of my package, then inserted a spacer over one peg, then picked up the cage in one hand, pinched my penis between two fingers of her other, slipped my penis into the cage, and worked it, all the way in, the slipped the holes at the end of the cage over the pegs extending from the ring, and attached a thick plastic lock with serial number 001 imprinted on it, through the lock hole, and clicked it shut.
“This is a one-time use lock. It has to be cutf to be removed. I will know if you try to tamper with it. Understand?”
Confused, I said, “Um… …?”
“You will never go wrong with “ma’am” or “mistress”. In private, you will address me with one of those titles.”
“Well, this is enough for tonight. Get dressed, and go home. Be back, tomorrow after work.”
I went home, undressed, and stared at the device hanging from my crotch, wondering what I had gotten into.
The next day, I arrived at her house at 6:10 p.m.
She admitted me, and said, “So, is it safe to say that you can, barring emergencies, be here on any given day, by 7 p.m.?”
“Mm, yes, it is … ma’am.”
She smiled, ever so slightly.
“Then, let us begin with your Training of the Ten. Come along.”
I followed her into the dining room.
She began, “It is important that the Training occurs in the same place at the same time, daily or nightly.
I have decided on 8 p.m., here.”
I saw, laid out on the dining room table, an array of implements: several long canes, leather straps, paddles long and short, wood and plastic.
Through my daze, I heard her continue, “Each evening, you will give yourself enough time prior to 8 o’clock to undress completely and be in this room, with THIS paper laid out on the table, and this chair, pulled out from the table this far. At 7:55 p.m., by that clock on the wall, you will bend over the back of the chair, will your feet spread so that the inner arches of your feet are touching the legs of the chair, with the palms of your hands flat on the table, and this paper positioned so that you can read from it. All these implements will not be laid out; they are here now just to give you an idea. I will enter at 8 o’clock, with whatever implement I’ve chosen for this session, in hand. I will stand behind you, and apply one stroke of the implement across your buttocks. Your ultimate goal is to NOT yell, or wiggle, or jump, when receiving such discipline. I understand, that might be difficult in the early stages, and that is a part of what the Training is about. I will grant you quite a bit of leeway early on, but less and less as the Training continues. So, once you have recovered from the stroke, you will read out loud and with conviction, the first item on the list in front of you. Then I apply a second stroke, and you will read the second item. We go on down the list, until all ten items have been read. Then, I will have you go stand in a corner, to cool down, for as long as I think necessary.
A question becomes, when is dinner time? The answer is contingent on your arrival time. Generally, if you arrive here by 6, we’ll have time for dinner, before. Later than 6, we should wait until afterwards. Mmmm, understand, everything?”
“Well… too late for dinner… I have computer work to do, you may make yourself comfortable and watch t.v. until it’s time.”
She led the way to the living room, and I followed, somewhat slowly.
Which did not escape her.
She turned to look at me. “Are you… having second thoughts?”
I blushed, and looked down at my feet. “I I might be, ma’am.”
“Ohhhh… it doesn’t hurt all THAT much, is that what you’re afraid of?”
“Well, embarrassing myself, I guess, ma’am.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s just you and me here, and I understand if it’s your first time and you’re not accustomed to it… it’ll be okay.”
“Okay, all right, ma’am.”
“All right then.”
She continued into the living room, and sat at her computer desk, and I sat down on the couch, watching the t.v. but not really watching it.
At 7:30, I stood up, and went to the bathroom, to urinate, then walked into the dining room, and stopped, and took a deep breath, and began slowly, but with some self-assurance, undressing, folding my clothes neatly, putting them on the seat of a chair, with my shoes under the chair, and socks in the shoes, and I stood there, naked, staring at the clock .
7:54 and I took a deep breath.
7:55 I bent over the chair, as she instructed.
I mentally counted down the seconds, from 300.
I was down to ‘twenty’ when I heard the approaching footsteps.
Although my eyes were on the paper in front of me, my peripheral vision saw her select a long wood paddle from the line up on the table.
She took up a stance behind me, to my left.
I felt the paddle tap, then slight rub, against the middle of my buttocks.
Then SWISHHHH WHAPPP!!
“OHHHHHHCH!” I groaned, as the pain spread through the middle of my cheeks, and my knees buckled, and my right foot kicked upward.
“Position, and read,” She said, softly yet firmly.
I returned to position and read aloud:
“I love Mistress with all my heart and soul.”
The paddle touched my buttocks, then SWISHHHH WHAPPP!
“Unnnnnnghhhhh!” My knees buckled again, and I felt a tear in my right eye.
“Position, and read.”
I returned to position, and read aloud:
“I honor Mistress in all my endeavors and intentions and actions.”
The paddle touched my buttocks, then SSWISHH WHHAPP!
“ARRRHHH!!” I groaned, as I bounced up and down on my toes trying to shake it off.
“Position, and read.”
I returned to position, and read aloud:
“I obey Mistress at all times, trusting her in all her instructionss.”
The paddled touched my buttocks, then SWWISSH WHAPP!
“OHHHHHH!” I snapped my head back to howl at the ceiling, but did not move otherwise. Then I returned my head to reading position, and read aloud:
“I accept Mistress, and submit to her, as the only authority in our relationship.”
The paddle touched my buttocks. Another stroked landed. I moaned loudly, without moving.
Then stopped, put my head down, and read aloud:
“It is my duty to be aware and to anticipate her demands and needs.”
Another paddle stroke landed, I uttered another moan…. then I read aloud:
“I understand my role in maintaining the domestic bliss in Mistress’s household.”
The paddle landed again, and I gasped and choked…. then I read aloud:
“I will strive every day to change my ways to ones that satisfy her.”
The paddle was applied, I grunted in pain…and I read aloud:
“Whatever behaviors I brought with me, I vow to change to ones acceptable to Mistress.”
The paddle smacked my buttocks, I gasped loud and loud, then I read aloud:
“I acknowledge that male habits are formed around useless attributes, and recognize that they can be improved.”
The paddle stroke hit, I groaned and shivered, then I read aloud:
“I understand that male behaviors are not supportive of women, and vow to change my own.”
After a moment’s pause, She said, “Well taken. I’m impressed. Stand up…. come into the living room…. THAT corner…. heels touching, feet at 45 degree angles… hands clasped, behind your neck, nose in the corner…that’s it… do not move.”
And I stood, still in the corner, barely breathing, feeling the ache in my buttocks….
“You may turn around now, and drop your hands.”
I did so, and glanced at the clock… almost 9. I estimated I’d been standing there, forty minutes.
“You may get dressed, this time. I may not allow that after every session. Then, join me in the kitchen, and help me get dinner on the table.”
I did so, and we sat down at the table, me somewhat slowly and gingerly.
I felt my penis try to harden inside its cage, and realized how aroused I really was by this.