It was 8pm, Friday night. I had positioned myself for the soccer match, some good food and drink or two. Frankly, the first ring of the doorbell was easy to ignore. The second insistent ringing not so much. But I didn't think seeing you there - somewhat flustered, blushed, hurried and out of breath.

"Sanna? Didn't expect you, did something...?"

"Spank me. Please. Can you spank me." You suddenly said, speaking oddly clear, loud, almost robotically. I was stunned by the words, but somewhere in my mind I knew something was off.

"...What?" I finally asked, stepping just a bit aside for you to walk in my humble home. That you did, briskly stepping inside. Was that a tear in your eye?

"I tried to masturbate without permission." You again forced the words out, near bursting from clear shame. "I need spanking. Pretty please?"

Sanna I had known would never speak in such submissive tone, but then I caught your motion with the hand. You lightly flipped your unprofessionally short skirt, as if tempting me to do the same. Those intelligent eyes of yours had so much both intent meaning and shame mixed to them that I near automatically followed your lead. You didn't resist at all when I carefully pulled up the skirt, seeing what was under.

Oh.

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Two hours later...

"How on Earth were you that stupid? Seriously? Do you know what you are dealing with here?"

I was fuming, and for a good reason. I didn't want to be mixed up in this at all. Not that I had choice anymore - now, we were at my home tech lab, and your freshly spanked butt was framed by both the slave girl chastity belt and various wires from my own home servers and computers.

"Actually, I don't want to know. And I can't help you. Not in a way you wanted."

For some stupid reason, your normally so brainy, prideful mind had just decided to try confiscated Slave trainer tool from Decipula - the modern nation where female slavery was a norm. Trapped in program, surveillance, AI trainer and whatnot shady links to that country, not to mention locked out your own teased sex, you thought I could help you.

"Nice plan, by the way. What if I had said no?" I asked. Clever to come 'asking' for spanking.

"Would you have, really?" You retorted back.

"Maybe I should've. I can keep the programs at bay for a while here. That's all. Plan to live in this room for the rest of your life then? Gosh, sometimes you..."

"You think I am enjoying this?" You snapped back, pulling the belt. "You are my only hope. Sorry. Thank you. Now can you help me for good. I know you can, Sam."

Maybe. But you won't like the way it's done.

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Hello. Fans of long term reluctant slave training play, heads up. This is for you.

Despite the long set up, the idea is simple. You, for some reason, had tried this belt on that is used to train female slaves. I'm talking about a damn fine custom made, contraband item that's highly advanced tool frying uppity women into doting submission.

Naturally, my help includes keeping the belt's program happy by taking care of you. As your fake owner, so to speak.

Originally I intended us to be working professionals of some field, but this setting isn't dependent on roles that much. We can be teacher/university student, inlaws, friends, couple even.

I'm looking for female writers that are into this kind of play and long term, detailed writing. If you happen to be that one in thousand dominant woman that would enjoy reversed roles, that is possible too. In any case, I am looking forward to your messages. Please no chat (or discord/other platforms).