RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...
Curiously enough, after my casual handling of her tits and talking about posture, my slave seemed even more lost and confused than ever. I nodded assuringly at her uncertain question. "I know it will help." I responded as I started to correct her posture. She was still unsure of herself as I gradually adjusted her, but she moved as I directed well until I had her in a good position. The visible change was, to me, quite significant. Before, she had a slight slouch to her; drawn inward, head and shoulders forward, chin down, signs of trying to 'protect oneself', to 'take up less space', 'be less noticeable'. Just having a large bust all on its own would weigh her forward and draw her into such a position just because it was easier that way, but I would be surprised if she hadn't been teased at least once in her life about her exceptionally generous assets (some people were fucking morons like that). She had started with it a little bit when she arrived, and it only got more pronounced as I threw her into so many unfamiliar and disorienting situations far outside her comfort zone, one after another, all that subconsciously made her want to withdraw, escape, hide.
Now I had her standing straight and tall. Her spine had the appropriate gentle curves to it, her chest was held up (not necessarily out), her shoulders were up, chin up, and just that little change made her 'display' much more impressively and assertively. I was forcing her to subtly make herself 'exposed', visible, to take up space. I was making her stand like I did. At this one moment, she probably wouldn't feel like she could hide anymore, one more piece of her comfort zone torn away from her. It would take time for the changes to manifest, but it would improve her subconscious psychologically through physiologically affecting hormones by exercising different muscles in her body. Most people greatly underestimated or didn't have a clue how persistently-held good posture could affect them overall. If she kept this up long enough, she'd eventually feel less stressed, more 'in-control' and powerful, feel more capable of tackling whatever came her way. She'd feel, ultimately, sexier.
I was training her, very intensively, to be a submissive object. But if she decided to stay with me beyond one month, I wanted her to be a proud and confident object, emotionally and sexually secure. It was not necessarily mutually exclusive with submissiveness. I hadn't been lying when I told her, that day she walked through my door, that her shyness and nervousness were unattractive. Amusing, occasionally, but not attractive.
And if she happened to leave me, and kept up with this lesson rather than letting it fade, it'd help her in whatever other life she'd decide to pursue. Wasn't I a nice guy like that?
I nodded again to her as she told me how she did not feel comfortable. "That's normal. You are working muscles that you don't normally work. It's going to feel even more uncomfortable over the next few days as your slacker-muscles get whipped into shape. But once they strengthen and get used to it, it'll feel better, more natural. Your body wants to slip into bad posture, because that feels easier--it takes the load off your muscles, and puts it on your spine. But that's bad. This is getting the pressure off your spine and back onto your muscles--that's important for long-term back health." I explained to her the obvious benefit. I didn't want to taint the other potential benefits, I wanted to see them emerge over time on their own. After looking her up and down one more time from the side, I lifted my leash-holding hand and gave it a gentle tug. "Walk, Tabby. Slowly. I'm going to make sure you continue to hold the correct posture when walking." I said as I started leading her down the hallway.
As we walked slowly, I walked beside her and scrutinized her closely. I reached out to nudge her neck, shoulders, upper back, lower back, and hips as necessary to make sure she wasn't slipping out of the proper position. As it became less necessary for me to prod her, I gradually had her walk slightly faster, up to a normal walking pace--I even adjusted her gait slightly, telling and guiding her to add a little more 'sashay' to her stride, a little more side-to-side roll and glide with her hips and ass. Not excessively or over-the-top, but noticeably. Still, it took several minutes of me leading her around and around my mansion before she got it right to my satisfaction. But when she did, I felt my heart beat with how fuckable and hot the naked female tiger looked. I wouldn't have been surprised if she felt embarrassed though, like she was 'parading' around, especially while buck-naked except for her collar. Which, well...she was parading. But I wanted her to do this all the time, I wanted her to get comfortable with it.
Eventually, I stopped leading her around the mansion and turned in front of the gym room door before leading her in. By now, even though it wasn't for an actual long time, it probably felt to her like she had been holding the unfamiliar posture for a while--she had to be getting the beginnings of a good ache in her abs and several neglected back-muscles by now. I then stopped and addressed my slave, while casually not looking at her and holding my hands clasped behind my back, taking a commanding presence. "Tabby. I'm sure your muscles are beginning to feel a bit of a burn in certain places. Yes, that is normal, and expected. It's going to get worse. By the end of today, and for the next several days, your lazy muscles are going to be very unhappy about being put to work, they'll want to go back to what's comfortable, what's easy. Without even realizing it, your body will likely let the posture slip, little by little, but constantly. It will take quite a bit of my valuable time to have to directly correct you every time this happens."
I then turned my head towards her. "I have a tool that will help you learn to keep your good posture, but I will give it to you after we have finished our morning exercise routines. This is your second day of exercises, and I don't want you distracted while doing so right this moment, but later you will be needing to keep it all in mind. You are an intelligent bitch, so I am confident you will be able to handle it." I said, speaking in a uniformly calm and casual voice. I then led her over to her exercise-mat. "Ready position, slut." I commanded casually, referring to the face-down-ass-up position. I opened up the gym room's trunk of supplies and pulled out several objects. The first was a buttplug--a slight bit bigger than the one I had used on her for exercise yesterday--a firm rigid dildo of decent size with a knot, a very long floppy gel-dildo, and a bottle of lube.
I turned back to my slavepet, expecting her to be ready, after which I applied just a little little lubricant to the buttplug, knelt down behind her, and slowly pushed it in, stretching her ass with the sizable bulb until she closed around the thinner stem. I then rubbed a small amount of lube to the rigid knotted dildo, and slowly pushed that one into her deflowered pussy, stretching her a bit with the knot until that was popped in as well and she clenched around the base. "On your knees." I then commanded, as I then handed the floppy gel-dildo to her. "Same routine as yesterday, with one addition. Clench your ass, relax. Clench your pussy, relax. Push the dildo into your mouth, as far down into your throat as you can, then pull it out. Repeat from the top. You will do this for thirty minutes, and this is the routine you will be doing from now on every day. And don't let either the plug or the knot fall out of your pussy and ass, keep them held in you, unless you want to be a naughty kittywhore. " I instructed, and then gestured to a large wall-mirror right next to the side of her exercise mat. "Observe yourself in the mirror as you do your throat-exercise. You want to see a good bulge in your neck, all the way down to your chest, while you feel the dildo bottom out in your throat and stomach. I saw you deepthroat the entire thing yesterday on your first try, so I know you can do it." I finished speaking, then reached out and made just a few small prodding adjustments to her back posture while kneeling, then I stood up and stepped back. "Begin." I said as I set a timer, pulled my shirt off to bare my chest, then kicked off my pants and boxers--getting momentarily naked like it wasn't a deal at all--before I pulled on some spare baggy sweatpants, then started with my own exercise routines.
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