Part I: The Promise of Allegro

It isn't every day you get to be the dominant who gets to 'pop the cherry' on a new submissive. It's a tricky business, the new sub; they start with some idealised vision of what BDSM looks like, ask for things, set limits, negotiate and then, with depressing regularity, tap out after the first flogger stroke or nipple clamp. I know its the start of a journey for them, but the look of disappointment they wear thinking they've somehow failed can be heart breaking.

Today is Allegro's turn to start her journey. She's given me a list as long as your arm of things she wants - discipline, humiliation, punishment. She's especially interested in pony play, and in fuck-pig play. It all sounds excellent... but then she says, "I'm so looking forward to my first ball-gag!" It's a rollercoaster, so I'm ready for disappointment. That said though, she's no wide-eyed youth. She's a 49 year old pre-op trans woman and she knows her mind - but even so, I can't bring myself to believe.

I'm sat in a chair in the dungeon space we've rented for our session, waiting for her to get ready and come through. I've told her to dress light, and in clothes she doesn't mind losing. You can never be sure how you'll want to gain access, but it would be shame to ruin something nice.

Eventually she arrives. She's dressed in a white sundress - I love the simplicity of a dress, modest in its way and yet such easy access when needed. Her calves are excellent, and she walks well in her heels. I'm 6'2", and she's 5'11", but with the heels she's slightly taller than me. That's fine. She doesn't quite fill the dress out just yet, but there's plenty there to work with.

She looks at me, sitting, watching - obviously unsure what to do. Time to start setting the scene, and building some ground rules. I pick a flogger from the table besides me - a light thing, ease her in gently.

"Allegro, come here", I point at a spot on the floor, "The first thing I need to know about you is if what you told me is true. You said that you weren't a brat, that you will do as you are told, and submit to my command."

She walks over to where I pointed and stands there arms by her side, looking nervous. That's a good thing; I find setting the tone for punishments on simple, easy to follow, easy to remember rules to be the best way. She won't get this wrong again, and will feel like the punishment was earned and that she improved.

"Breaking the rules already, Allegro. First I will explain what you have done wrong, and then I will punish you." She glances at the flogger I am holding, and I feign surprise, "Oh, not with this! This is just my comfort flogger, I like playing with it whilst I'm thinking. No, you will be slapped in the face; just twice - once for each rule you broke."

"First, when you are given an instruction - if you are able - you will respond, 'Yes, Sir.' That way I know you have listened and are acting - and I know if you haven't listened and need discipline. If you are gagged or otherwise constrained I will probably let you off. Most likely. Do you understand?"

She nods and says, "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"Did I tell you to say 'Sorry, Sir'? What use is sorry - don't apologise, be better. Three slaps, now. What do you say?"

"Yes, Sir." I give her a chance, this time - working within a set of rules you don't know and have to guess for fear of punishment is stressful, and a win feels good for her. I stare at her for a moment and raise an eyebrow. "Thank you, Sir."

"Good girl. When I give you a gift, you should thank me. The gift of correction is the greatest one I can give - it will help you be a better submissive. It will help you better serve me, and better lose yourself in your duties. Later, it will help you be a better pony, and a better toilet slave. Correction is something you should crave."

"Yes, Sir." She obviously wanted to say more, but stopped herself - very cute.

"Go on - you wanted to say something else."

"Thank you, Sir. I wanted to say that I do crave correction; this worthless pig needs to be trained to be worthy, Sir." This was exactly how she was when we were arranging the meeting. Saying all the right things, espousing all the right fantasies and desires. Not long now before the rubber hits the road.

"Good girl, I know. I'll make something worth having out of you, don't worry. Now, the second rule you broke is a posture rule. Why are you stood there like a great lump - like a teenager in the playground angry that she has to talk to teacher? You should have pride, and you should have humility. When you have not been told explicitly how to stand, you should stand with your legs slightly spread - enough that I can get a hand to your genitals if I desire, that's right. Your back should be straight, yes. Your arms go behind you, crossed in the small of your back, just like that. See how it thrusts your chest forward... and finally, your head should be tilted slightly down and your eyes should be looking at the floor. Perfect. Perfect!" She adopted the posture flawlessly.

"Now, punishment - here are the ground rules. I will ask you some variation of, 'Do you need correction?' or something similar. You will say some variation of, 'Yes, Sir. Please may this worthless slut be slapped in the face three times for speaking out of turn, and not presenting myself properly?'. You will ask for the punishment you will receive, and you will reiterate why it is to be given. If you forget your owing, you'd better hope I do too, else things will go badly."

"You will count the strokes I give you - this will be true for all punishments, if you are able I expect you to count out loud as I administer your dues. If you lose count, there is a good chance we will start over from the last number we both remember - and I like zero a lot. This keeps us both honest, and makes sure you only pay what is owed - I intend to be fair."

"And lastly, when done, you will thank me for correcting you, and you will assure me that you have learned your lesson. And you will tell me what that lesson was, do you understand me? Say those back, please."

"Yes, Sir. I understand." She didn't look worried at all, she looked excited. This was great. "I will ask for my correction, Sir, and tell you why I deserve it. I will count my strokes, Sir, because Sir is fair. And I will thank Sir for my correction when he is done, and tell him what I have learned."

"Excellent! Now, Allegro - is there anything owing?" Now there was a flicker of panic, I thought... but only briefly. I wonder if she thinks a face slap is somehow a soft option... well, she'll learn.

"Yes, Sir. This uneducated slut is owed three slaps to the face, Sir, because she did not follow the most simple of Sir's rules. She did not acknowledge Sir when he gave her a command. She did not present her body to Sir in a way that pleases Sir. And she spoke out of turn, apologising to Sir when she should have owned her shame at breaking the other two rules."

Good lord - that was really well put together, she's amazing! She already sounds like a seasoned submissive - but then, I guess we all get our fantasy practice on the internet these days. Still, wonderful.

"Very well, Allegro." I stand up, and walk over to her - in her heels, we are practically face to face. "Look at me, and remember to count." I briefly stroke her cheek with my hand, then I wind up and slap her across the face. It wasn't a full slap, but my hand stings, so I know it was a good contact. Her head snaps sideways, and the slight excited grin she was wearing was replaced with a grimace of pain. There were definitely flashes of anger in there too, but also fear and a twinkle of pleasure I was sure. She didn't hang around, either - within moments she had recovered her posture and re-established eye contact with me.

"One"

I slapped her again. Her cheek was already starting to redden, and this time I brought a stinging tear to her eyes. Again she reeled, but this time there wasn't even anger - just that heady mixture of pain, fear, and pleasure. She might actually be the unicorn - a novice submissive who really is all of the things she says on the box! We've a long way to go, but this is starting out very well.

"Two"

I slapped her a final time. This time she staggered slightly on her heels, but caught herself before I needed to help. Her cheek was now bright red, and she had legitimate tears in her eyes. But still, defiant and accepting.

"Three"

"You're welcome, Allegro. That is the end of your punishment."

"Thank you sir. This slut now knows to respond to sir when he gives a command, display herself properly when standing, and to not speak out of turn, Sir."

"I have some things to prepare, Allegro. You will stand here, in the prescribed position, until I get back. Do not move, do not speak. I will not be long - meditate on where you find yourself, Allegro. Now is the time to keep telling yourself, 'I am worthless, but I can be made useful'. You've got plenty of promise. When I get back, we will try some familiarisation training. Every part of you is mine, now - nowhere is private. I intent to explore my property."

"Yes, Sir"

-- End of Part I --