The Day I Learned Where My Place Was

You want to know how I learned where my place was?

One day, Marc, my Man, said to me:

- Since you don't want to come out of the closet, little fag, I'm going to teach you who you are...

And without waiting for my reaction, He threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the closet in our bedroom. I laughed, thinking He was joking. After setting me down, He asked me -- ordered me rather -- to undress completely, while He pulled out from under the bed a large travel bag -- which I was seeing for the first time -- calling it his "Discipline Bag."

He opened it and I discovered, half-frightened half-excited, that it contained, neatly arranged, ropes, gags and all sorts of accessories -- plugs, dildos, riding crop, cane, whip...

- But what are you doing, Marc? I asked him, completely naked.

Without answering me, He made me enter the closet, shoved a large rubber ball into my mouth and closed the strap behind my head with a buckle.

- You're going to start by being quiet, Ava. And to make sure you keep your gag properly in place, I'm padlocking the buckle.

Deaf to my protests, He began to tie me tightly: wrists joined behind my back and elbows, to start with. It was the very first time in my life that I found myself tied up.

Then he took hold of the chastity cage that I sometimes wore as a game, to excite him.

- From now on, you're going to wear your cage 24/7 and you'll have to ask my permission to remove it, He said, putting it on me before I could get an erection.

I shook my head no while moaning, but again, He remained deaf to my pleas. I was now in chastity for my Man, whom I vaguely felt was becoming my Master, and He wasn't joking at all.

Our story was suddenly taking a turn I wouldn't have expected, but which wasn't displeasing to me.

He continued to tie me in silence: a first rope surrounding the top of my thighs, passing at the base of my buttocks and under my testicles; a second rope that He tied around my waist and passed through my crotch, thus preventing the first from sliding; a third rope above my knees, then a fourth just below, and finally a fifth rope around my ankles.

I was really trussed up, unable to speak and move.

Then He helped me get on my knees. In this position, the ropes were even tighter than standing.

He took from his bag a leather collar fitted with a buckle on the front, put it around my neck and attached it with a small cord to the rod. Thus, I was totally immobilized and reduced to silence.

- Your education begins today, submissive Ava.

It was the first time He called me "submissive."

That day, I had the quite concrete feeling that, as Johnny Hallyday sang, for me life, the real one, was going to begin.

Marc educated me, corrected me, praised me, sometimes He had to train me, that is to say bring out the riding crop, because I made mistakes or forgot to accomplish a task He had assigned me.

But I learn quickly (especially with the whip) and rapidly I came to love His bonds, always tight and sometimes very elaborate. I adore when He leaves me in His ropes for entire afternoons, especially on weekends. I love to lounge on the living room sofa or in bed, solidly bound and strictly gagged, "prepared" for long fucking sessions. I quickly learned where my place is, which is also, needless to specify, on my knees, tied up and with my mouth full of his 24 cm gorged with desire for me and He replaces my gag after having coated my throat with His sperm.

I was already a passive sissy, I became a sex slave. Sex is of course an integral part of my daily life with my Master, I am educated to serve Him. It's my place and I love it this way.

But my submission, you can imagine, goes well beyond the physical relationship. As much as I must wear bracelets on my wrists and ankles, and collar and chastity cage as soon as I get home -- I have ten minutes after my arrival to "get into outfit," that is to say naked, in stockings and heels, in addition to the accessories -- as much as I am also mentally "padlocked" when Master Marc isn't there, at work or on business trips.

The closet was a salutary teaching for me.

I came out of it knowing who I am.

My Master takes care of me, He has educated me well and I know today that my place is at His feet.

And I wouldn't envision my life any other way.