Training Record of M

Most of the subjects I train are masochists who were attracted after reading Training Record of R, and the way they are treated as sexual processing tools generally follows that atmosphere.
When writing a new training record, I wanted to show a different angle from R.
The first person who came to mind was M.

One-on-One Chat

I met M in an anonymous one-on-one chat on the internet.
One-on-one chat, as the name suggests, is a service where strangers enter the same room and chat privately.
The room I created had a waiting message saying "Having your weakness held...", basically promoting the same preferences that this website shows you.

When the short electronic tone indicating someone had entered the chat room sounded, I looked at the screen,
"Nice to meet you, pleased to make your acquaintance"
Such a featureless, conventional greeting had arrived.
Besides that, there was only information about age, username, and mobile carrier. Meetings through text only are truly fascinating.

I responded to the greeting and began the conversation by asking which part of the waiting message she saw that made her enter the room.
"I have a desire to have my weakness held and be treated roughly"
This answer is fairly ordinary for girls who enter my room.

She normally works at a large company, working harder than any of her peers;
But when alone in her room, she has strong masochistic desires, always masturbating with masochistic fantasies;
For some reason, she was strongly attracted to my waiting message... M gradually told me these things.

Her answers to my questions were as smooth as if trimmed with a sharp tool, giving me a glimpse that she was a quick-thinking person.
She herself seemed to have confidence in this, and when I threw words with a teasing meaning, she would get angry and respond bravely.

On the other hand, when I asked about the details of "being treated roughly" that M repeatedly mentioned, it formed a stark contrast with her capable and high self-esteem personality.
According to her:

• Being ordered to dance, perform talents, or sing, but not being watched or listened to at all even after executing
• Being called out at unreasonable times just for service, and being sent back without a word after it's over
• Being naturally used as an errand runner
• Having sex or nude photos taken without permission, and shared with friends and others

And so on.
M had never been treated like this by men in her past life, rather, she had always been loved and treated like a princess.
The examples of rough treatment M listed were all fantasies. But she told me that her fantasy self felt like her true self.

Expulsion

When talking with masochists, sometimes I feel a unique sensation.
It's like honey dripping thinly from a high place, an amber-colored and sticky sweet feeling.
This sensation might be my excitement at discovering a masochist who strongly craves the high brain-stimulating masochistic nature I like.

In my conversation with M, I also felt this sensation.
I concentrated all my malice, focused on the conversation to capture M.

"When you have masochistic fantasies in your room, you deliberately ignore the strong loneliness behind it, don't you?"
"You've never been truly attracted to the men around you because they don't have intelligence that matches yours, right?"
"I can see that you're secretly excited by sensing parts in my words that might surpass you."

There's a psychological term called the "Barnum effect."
It refers to stating things applicable to everyone, making people feel it hits home, a common psychological state in fortune-telling and such.
These are applications of it, words slightly adjusted according to M's tendencies.
Listed like this, the suggestion seems very explicit.
In reality, they were more naturally integrated into the conversation, and I gradually presented these words to guide M's psychological state in a specific direction.

However, for someone like M who is good with language, such small techniques might have already been unconsciously digested and neutralized.
"How do you know so well"
The surprised tone she showed was probably half social expression to enliven the conversation.

What I really prepared for this process was the next line after "How do you know so":

"I'm just randomly saying things that might apply to high-intelligence masochists like you. You're not as complex as you think, you know."

The response was somewhat hesitant,
"...Is that so."
She replied just this briefly. The ellipsis and the period used only here showed her emotions.

I immediately replied:
"Are you angry? That's unfortunate. Well, goodbye"
And closed the chat room, expelling M.

Looking at it calmly, this is just a person who can't converse, is rude, and has problems in their head.
But according to the atmosphere formed at the time and the shape of the information network I wove with M, I was confident this was the right approach.

Re-entry

I nonchalantly created a room with the same waiting message and waited, and before long, M entered again.

"You were clearly angry. Why did you come back?"
"I was indeed a bit angry. But..."

But.
Perhaps this behavior of being expelled from chat and actively re-entering was M's first experience of "pleading" to a man she was interested in.
Her heart was racing after being expelled, M frankly told me.

"Can I talk with you a bit more?"
"From now on, I'll call you 'you' (informal), and I'll treat you more roughly, is that okay even so?"
"Yes..."

After the second person pronoun changed to 'you' (informal), along with M's original desire to be treated roughly, the relationship developed very rapidly.
M showed some resistance, but eventually revealed her real name, address, phone number according to my demands, and agreed to send a blackmail image during a phone call.

(The watermark of the old website name will be corrected later)

This is the blackmail image M sent.
The pixelation was done by me, but the original was of course an unmodified face photo, and the driver's license was clearly visible.
The date and prohibition of reproduction text on the image is because the anonymous chat's image upload function was used, which was automatically added by the system.

Although hidden by pixelation, M has a quite proper face, and combined with her ability, it truly gives the impression that she would be treated like a princess by those around her.
The private parts photographed spread open as instructed, even in the image it's clear they're already wet.

When M sent this blackmail image, only a few hours had passed since we started talking.
You might frown more than at the Training Record of R. Doubting whether such women really exist.

To this, I can only say that this is the result of a fateful matching of preferences.
There are a few more cases of sending blackmail images on the day of contact, but those were all masochists who had previously read R's training record.
The only one who fell so quickly in the limited conversation of chat was M alone.

Errand

Did having M entrust me with the weakness of a blackmail image satisfy her desire to be treated roughly?

A few days later, I called M to a large station. We agreed to wait at the exit.
"Are you the administrator...?"
M, who greeted me somewhat cautiously keeping a distance, was wearing a suit style that looked like a capable woman.

I stared at M for a few seconds, then before nodding or responding, suddenly handed the bag I was holding to M.
M was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood and took my bag.
I said "Let's go" to M, who was holding the black bag that was too large for a woman, with a serious expression, and started walking.

So we went directly to a hotel in the daytime.
After entering the room, without giving her time to settle, I ordered M to prepare the bathtub.
M answered "Yes," and went to the bathroom without even taking off her coat.

After M returned, I called the front desk saying "One person will be going out now."
"I'm hungry, go buy something from the convenience store outside. According to your taste"
I took out several thousand-yen bills from my wallet and threw them at M.
M hurriedly picked up the floating bills and answered "I'll go buy."
I said "Run quickly" to her back as she was about to leave the room.

M returned with a plastic bag,
"Is it okay to buy a bento...?"
She began placing the things she bought.

She probably remembered we talked about alcohol in the chat, and thoughtfully also bought alcohol and snacks, which I inwardly acknowledged her ability for.
But when I said "According to your taste" as a rough instruction, I had already decided what to say:
"You have no taste. Well, hurry up and prepare"
She apologized in a small voice, took chopsticks out of the bag and handed them to me, and prepared miso soup with water from the electric kettle.

Later I heard that M felt the emotions she had imagined for the first time being used as an errand runner at this time.
Resentment towards the unreasonableness, and contradictory joy.
But the unreasonableness I wanted to give M was far from over.

Radio Calisthenics

"While I eat, you perform entertainment. Take off all your clothes"

As I started eating the convenience store bento, I ordered this, and M seemed genuinely a bit confused.
She asked if it was right here, right now? Could she take a shower first? She showed some resistance, but I just stared at her without answering, and she started undressing as if resigned.

Under the bright lights of the room, exposing one's naked body under the gaze of a man eating, seems to be quite an act that stimulates shame.
M tried to lean her body slightly forward to cover herself, but I ordered her to take the attention position learned in physical education class.

"Do you know how to do radio calisthenics?"

To my question, the naked M answered that she roughly could.
I ordered M to do radio calisthenics while naked.

"Today you can follow the video, but remember the movements, so you can do it yourself while singing later"

M searched for radio calisthenics on her phone, and the familiar lively prelude echoed in the room.
—Raising arms from the front, doing large stretching exercises, begin

I ate the convenience store bento while appreciating M's naked radio calisthenics.
M, except for occasionally checking the video to confirm movements, seemed to be staring at one point, mindlessly completing the calisthenics.
But her face was clearly reddened, and I thought it wasn't just because of the exercise.
When M finished one set of calisthenics, I clapped exaggeratedly.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

"Good. I haven't finished eating yet, do it once more. But this time..."

But this time, pinch your nipples with each hand, and do the arm movements with your nipples.
Where you rotate your arms widely, rotate your nipples, and where you raise your arms high, lift your nipples.
Do it with such large movements that they might tear off. Because it's hard to see for those watching.

M, with a face that looked like she might cry, played the video again and began the nipple version of naked radio calisthenics.
If you remember radio calisthenics, I'd like you to imagine, but the movements that were especially good were the jumping motion and the motion of placing hands on shoulders and then vigorously extending upward.
When I burst out laughing at the funny movements, M's body seemed to shudder a little.

Spanking

I called M, who had finished the second round of radio calisthenics, closer and had her take the attention position again.
Without asking permission, I touched M's genitals, and as expected, they were overflowing with fluid, already dripping down to her thighs.

"Were you told you could get wet?"
"No, I wasn't. I got wet on my own. I'm very sorry."

I ordered M to place her hands on the table and stick out her buttocks.
While slapping those buttocks carelessly with my palm, I interrogated her.

"You got wet from being made to do such a pathetic thing?"
"Yes..."

I repeatedly slapped the same part of M's buttocks while questioning her.
That area quickly reddened, and a pained expression began to appear on M's face.

"If you feel pleasure from being made to do such things, you're not human anymore, right?"
"Yes, I'm not human."
Slap
"If you're not human, then what are you?"
"Administrator-sama's... slave... tool."
"Does it hurt?"
Slap
"...It hurts."
"But this pain feels good too, right?"
"Yes, it feels good."

I told her to express words of gratitude with each slap, and continued to spank M's buttocks.

"Thank you."

As the conversation progressed,

"Thank you for punishing the stupid hole of the bottom-feeder masochist slave ○○!"

By the time her exclamations had changed to this, M's buttocks were entirely red and swollen, and her genitals were congested and about to burst.

When I asked if she wanted to touch her nipples and clitoris to feel good, M nodded, so I decided to give the next instruction.

Leftover Cleanup

I placed the empty convenience store bento container on the floor and handed the used chopsticks to M.

"I'm going to take a bath, so while I'm gone, lick this bento container clean until it's spotless."

The contents of the bento had been eaten cleanly, but there were still remnants of soy sauce and sauce from the side dishes.

Don't use your hands, crawl like a dog and lick only with your tongue.
While licking, you may touch your nipples and clitoris with these chopsticks I used.
However, orgasm is forbidden.

After confirming that M was on all fours in front of the bento, I thought for a moment and then spat into the bento container.
Pft.
It was a desecration that dug into M's masochistic nature.

According to what M told me later, this masturbation was the most exciting in her life.
Her buttocks still had the numbness from spanking, her body was flushed from the humiliation and writhing even without doing anything, and she was also extremely excited by her own wretchedness of frantically licking the bento container.

When I returned after finishing my bath, there was an indescribable creature diligently licking the container like a dog, desperately rubbing her hips against the chopsticks.
The container seemed to have been licked clean as ordered.
I stepped on that creature's head along with the container and asked:

"Is this what you wanted?"

When I made M raise her face, which had nodded repeatedly under my foot, there was a vacant, pure masochistic expression.

Summary

I've used M many times so far, but each time we meet, I'm impressed by her dignified beauty.
At the same time, I remember as a dizzying gap her exposed masochistic nature after being used as an errand runner, made to do radio calisthenics, having her buttocks endlessly spanked, and being made to lick a bento container.

M would continue to receive "rough treatment" beyond what she had fantasized about, but I'll save that story for another occasion.
One thing I can say is that the day she first "pleaded" to me, whom she met in chat, was her turning point.

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