Training Record of R

Here, I would like to introduce a typical example of how I begin relationships with masochists and what kind of training I conduct.
The person appearing is another masochist, different from the girl in "The Posture of a Masochist" just now.
Let's call her R for now.

Meeting

I met R on the internet.
Just like this website, it started with R contacting me on an SM-related website I had published, that was the beginning.

R said she had been strongly interested in SM for a long time.
But she had no experience of actually receiving training, only normal dating experiences.
By reading my articles, her desire to be treated as someone's object became stronger, and she mustered the courage to contact me.

Since R wanted to receive training online, I first had her follow simple instructions like the training assignments on this website.
After trying, I quickly discovered that R had talent as a sexual processing tool.
Her reports were polite and detailed, captured the essence, and were obedient, and most importantly, she had strong masochistic tendencies.

With this impression, after giving her several assignments, one day.
R suddenly said:
"If I said I wanted to receive your training in reality, would it be troublesome for you?"
I appreciated R's qualities as a masochist and decided to propose a condition.

Condition

That condition was to send me a photo that could be used for blackmail.

A photo for blackmail.
That is, "a photo that would ruin your life if made public."
What I specified at the time was "a photo of you naked, with your driver's license in your mouth, in an M-shaped leg spread position."

If she could send such a photo, I would manage her as a sexual processing tool in the real world, that was my condition.

You might be surprised again.
Would anyone really send such a photo, and to a stranger met on the internet?

Indeed, even for R with strong masochistic tendencies, this condition was quite difficult.
When I told her, her initial reaction was the same as the girl in "The Posture of a Masochist":
"I don't know if I can do it..."

Boundary

Thinking normally, I also understand that it's impossible to obey such an order immediately.
The enormous fear the sender would feel is also easy to imagine.
Therefore, I suggested the following steps to R:

First, take the instructed photo

First, I instructed her to take the photo as directed, without considering whether to actually send it yet.
Just considering taking a photo with the humiliating content I specified seemed to stimulate R's masochistic tendencies.
R followed my instructions and actually took the photo herself.
I told her to choose a photo that was as miserable as possible and fully showed the expression of a masochist, and R already expressed at that time:
"I feel dizzy," seeming intoxicated by this non-everyday act.

Once the shooting was complete, all that remained was to send this photo to me, and the command would be completed.

So, I made this suggestion:

Use the timed sending feature of email

Attaching the photo to an email and pressing the send button requires great courage.
But if there's a time buffer, wouldn't it feel possible to at least press the send button first?

I instructed her to use the feature of the email software to set it to send at a specific time in the future.
This way, if her resolve wavered and she wanted to cancel, she could delete the email before the time arrived.

R accepted this instruction and reported that "I've set it to send tomorrow at ○○ o'clock."
But she seemed to still be afraid, and soon said "I'm sorry, I canceled it."

She repeated the behavior of setting to send and then canceling about 4 times.
It seems this was truly frightening for R.

But one day, R finally crossed that boundary.
She couldn't resist the sweet temptation of obedience and didn't cancel the email before the sending time arrived.

Blackmail Image

This is the image R actually sent:

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

This photo has been pixelated by me around the eyes, but of course, there was no modification in the actual one.
In the photo is a masochist as instructed: "naked, with a driver's license in her mouth, in an M-shaped leg spread position."

R had, as I said, truly made that expression.
The expression of a masochist.
A lowly, fearful, yet somehow greedy expression.

I decided to ask R how she felt now.

"It doesn't feel real. I'm dizzy, like I'm dreaming.
I'm very scared, my body keeps trembling. My heart keeps pounding."

The moment she sent this photo, it could be said that R had already fallen to become a "sexual processing tool" convenient for me.
This was what R herself wanted, but the initiative had already transferred to my hands.

I felt strong sadistic tendencies.
The absolute power a person entrusted to me.
Rather than this power itself, it was her unconditionally entrusting this power to me, a stranger, this deep masochistic tendency that stimulated me.

I decided to thoroughly drain R.
I strongly wanted to train her, use her, invade her mind, and drive her into a twisted state of collapsing in tears while simultaneously trembling with joy, just as she desired.

For this, I first needed to summon R in the real world.

Summoning

Have you ever, even jokingly, performed dogeza (prostrating yourself) to someone?
I think people living normal lives rarely have such experiences.

The act of sitting formally with a straight back and bowing your head in places like martial arts venues makes one feel pure.
Dogeza is completely different from this.
It is an act of expressing one's lowliness with the whole body, showing the will to obey without shame.
For someone with even a little personal dignity, it is a very painful act.

Moreover, doing dogeza to someone you're meeting for the first time, from the moment of meeting.
Isn't such a scene extremely abnormal?

I wanted to realize this when meeting R in the real world for the first time.
I wanted to engrave the clear status difference in this relationship in R's heart from the moment of meeting.

Normally, it would be impossible to make someone you're meeting for the first time perform dogeza, but the case of R and me was different.
Because I already had the power to destroy her life.

Since it was originally R's side that wanted real-world training, when I specified the date and place for the first "summoning," R showed a willingness to obey.

I chose a certain city hotel as the location for our first meeting.
I completed the check-in procedures in advance to get the room key, then placed it along with an "instruction sheet" in a station locker.

Instruction Sheet

The "instruction sheet" had the following content:

• After reading this instruction sheet, immediately go to room ○○ of ○○ hotel
• If necessary, take a shower etc. there, and make yourself presentable
• By ○ o'clock ○ minutes, prepare to greet me with naked dogeza at the entrance, and contact me when ready
• When you hear a knock, slightly open the auto-lock door, immediately step back and perform dogeza
• I will enter after about 5 seconds, continue to keep your head down
• After careful observation, I will step on your head, at that signal say the greeting "○○○○"
• Practice the greeting several times to ensure you can say it clearly, loudly, and fluently

Recent lockers, unlike in the past, use passwords instead of keys.
When the appointed time came, R contacted me, and I told her the password to open the locker.
R concisely reported "I understand the contents of the instruction sheet."
After that was a waiting period.

When the time written on the instruction sheet arrived, R contacted me saying "I'm ready."
I went to the door of the room and knocked.
The door opened slightly from inside.
I held the doorknob to prevent it from closing, counted 5 seconds, and then entered the hotel room.

Dogeza Meeting

There, as instructed, was a pale-skinned woman, completely naked, with her head pressed firmly to the floor, performing dogeza.
I carefully observed her figure.

At times like this, I always have a somewhat cold, cruel impression rather than excitement.
This time was no different.

I thought about saying something, but decided against it.
I didn't want this moment to be ruined by clumsy words.
I took off my shoes and, without a word, stepped on the head of the woman I was meeting for the first time.

"Nice to meet you, Master. My name is (R's real name).
From this moment, as you step on my head while I greet you, I am your sexual processing tool.
Please train me and use me however you like, Master."

This was the greeting I had instructed R to say.
At the signal of my stepping on her head, R's voice trembled slightly, but she clearly stated this greeting.

When I instructed her to raise her face, R slowly lifted her upper body.
Our eyes met for the first time.
Looking up with a somewhat frightened expression, R was an ordinary young girl who could be found anywhere.
But deep in her eyes, there was something that, to put it negatively, could irritate people, something that provoked sadistic desires.

"Hello," I said, and R mumbled something like a response.

Collar

Still standing in the entryway, I took out a collar I had prepared for R.
Showing it to her, I said:

"Listen carefully. This collar is proof that you are not a human but an object, a sexual processing tool.
From now on, when you put this collar on, you must stop thinking like a human.
You must execute all commands. You have no right to refuse.
Because when wearing this collar, you are a sexual processing tool. Understand?"

R nodded slightly. Seeing this, I put the collar on R with my own hands.

Then I pulled the leash and moved into the room.
Without being specifically ordered to, R crawled like a dog and followed.
I sat on the sofa and had R sit at my feet.

R looked up at me with slightly moist eyes.
She must have seen various books and websites, imagined situations like this, and longed for them.
If she were a dog, she would probably be wagging her tail, I thought.

However, this time is not for servicing and pleasing R.
The time between us is for the master. Including such basic things, I needed to properly "train" R.

I put my hand on R's collar and tightened it until she felt a little discomfort.
"Remember. When the collar is tightened, it's a time when you must pay special attention to orders. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Then, shake hands."
When I held out my hand, R smiled slightly and obediently gave me her "paw."

I loosened the collar, took a breath, and tightened it again. This time, dogeza.

Again loosening, tightening, next was the submission pose. The submission pose is like what a dog would do, spreading all four limbs and showing the belly.

I repeated tightening the collar and giving commands several times.
Many masochists say that when the collar is tightened, they feel a strange sense of security along with the pressure.
As we practiced repeatedly, R seemed to feel this way too.

R's memory was quite good, so I decided to move on to the next step.

Cake

After training for a while, I went to take a shower.
R seemed to think we would have sex after this, and appeared a bit tense.
I had ordered her to arrange my clothes and prepare towels, but she was probably still nervous while waiting.

However, when I returned from the unit bath, instead of touching R's body, I took out a bag I had put in the refrigerator and handed it to R.

"I bought cake, let's eat. Put it on plates."

R looked a bit surprised, but immediately said "Yes" and began preparing.
"Do you like cake?"
"Y-yes."

R quickly finished preparing cake for two.
I had her carry it to the side table, and again had R sit at my feet.

R seemed to imagine what would happen next.
While I would eat cake on the sofa, R would eat on the floor, teaching her the difference in status.
Yes, indeed, R's imagination was correct. But that wasn't all.

I placed R's portion of cake on the floor and told her to look at it carefully.
It was a beautiful cake prepared at a proper shop, not from a convenience store.

After confirming that R was staring at it intently,
I said, "This cake is your heart," and crushed it with my foot.

Squish.

R looked up at me with a dazed face, and then blushed.
Her tearful, anxious, indescribable expression indicated that this cake metaphor had succeeded.
I felt a satisfaction in the soft texture of the cake under my foot, as if I were truly stepping on R's heart.

"Here, eat it."
When I pointed to the miserably crushed cake, R hesitated. I leaned forward and tightly squeezed R's collar.
"Eat it. Without using your hands."
When prompted again, R, as if something had snapped, began frantically licking the cream off my foot.

Even without touching her, it was clear that R's lower body was hot and melting.
The sight of R earnestly eating cake while unconsciously writhing her hips gave an impression of misery that no healthy human should exhibit.

I enjoyed the sensation of R's tongue while slowly eating my portion of cake.

After this, R offered her body to me, and finally became truly managed by me as a sexual processing tool.

Entreaty

R was a very obedient and convenient sexual processing tool.
She immediately obeyed what was commanded, came running when called with top priority, and never complained even when sent home after just being used for sexual relief.

One day, I told such an R,
"It's troublesome to put on a condom every time I use you,"
and R, without a moment's hesitation, immediately replied, "I can take the pill."

The answer R immediately chose as a sexual processing tool.
An option that would never come up between normal lovers.

I smiled and called R by her first name, capturing her gaze head-on.
Then, I slapped her cheek hard with my right hand.

There was a loud slapping sound, and R seemed surprised by the sudden pain.

"What are you misunderstanding?"
I grabbed R's bangs to make her face me, and taught her what she had done wrong.

Your highest joy as a sexual processing tool is for me to feel the best pleasure using you, right?
It's only natural that you should do anything for that.
Why are you speaking from a position of superiority like "I can take the pill"?
"Please let me take the pill. Please ejaculate inside me in the most pleasurable way."
That should be your proper position.
"Say it again."
When I commanded, R deeply prostrated herself and apologized.

And then again,
"Please allow me to take the pill so that Master can ejaculate inside me.
Please use (R's real name) in the way that feels best for Master,"
she stated.

Tyrannical and unreasonable, isn't it?
I think so myself when writing it as text.
But R seemed very happy to be treated this way.
R, begging to be used raw because she would take the pill, was again writhing her hips with that expression on her face.

After several days when preparations were complete, I had R write a pledge.

• That R desired ejaculation inside her
• That all responsibility for contraception belonged to R
• That even if contraception failed, R would handle everything alone

Such a humiliating pledge.
I had her sign and seal it with her real name, and recorded the process.

From then on, when I summoned and used R without a condom, I decided to record the number of times.
On the inside of R's thigh, I wrote "Number of Creampie Uses" with a permanent marker, and recorded tally marks below it.
I ordered her to rewrite it herself when it faded, so there was always a record of her as a sexual processing tool.

Adding one more tally mark to the used R's thigh,
and seeing R bow her head saying "Thank you for using me this time as well,"
is a moment of bliss for me.

Summary

It was a long text, but were there parts that resonated with you?

Common feedback I receive includes:

• I felt like I was going crazy myself at the part where the cake was stepped on
• I got chills thinking about having to be so submissive and fawning
• I thought it was terrible, but I got wet imagining having the number of creampies written on the inside of my thigh

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