Taming Him Part 4 - Tears!

He knelt quietly.

I sat still too.

No movement, no music, no phone, no sound.

I observed him closely.

He fidgeted. A lot in the beginning.

Slowly, he started becoming still too. His breath deepened, his cock started softening. His mind was somewhere else, I could tell.

I had the timer on. Counting the minutes. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

He started fidgeting again, on his knees. It was expected. For someone who hasn't knelt before, 5 minutes can be a long time.

He settled in again, but now he was drooling around the gag.

6... 7... 8...

Not bad, I thought. The drool trickled down his face and finally dripped on his thigh. His cock twitched again.

I finally smirked. For the first time. He couldn't see me. I was not demonstrating bad behavior. And I had earned my smirk after all. I knew in that moment that I had a sensation slut at my feet.

Humiliation, pain, all of that is great. Sensation alone - Oh that's a different level after all. Ignorant pup.

He fidgeted again and raised his ass. Bending forward, he was trying to maintain his balance and go on his shoulders and knees finally. I didn't want him to topple over, so I held his head with my left hand, supporting him. I tapped my crop gently on his knees, indicating that he can push them behind.

He gasped, but didn't try to mumble from behind the gag.

I was mildly impressed.

He took the cue, and soon he was exactly as I wanted him. Naked, on his fours, with a fully raging hard-on, as he parted his thighs to the tap of my crop. Yet aware that I won't let him fall. I won't let him come to harm.

And in that moment, a wall broke inside him.

I could see his body shaking.

He was weeping.

He sobbed like a child. Without any shame. Without any embarrassment.

An unsaid sense of safety in a vulnerable moment can do this.

I let him sob. Slowly he stilled again.

On his fours still. Ass high up. His hard-on still raging, his balls heavy, his hole exposed. At my mercy, vulnerable at my feet.

I looked at the timer.

11 minutes, and a half!

And we had just begun.

Paulo Coelho, were you wrong? Or maybe not.

This pup had broken the record in my experience so far.

It was time.

It didn't have to be 15 minutes. He needed me. And he had earned it reasonably well. I was the decision-maker in any case. So, I uncuffed him, tossed the cuffs on the bed, grabbed a towel from the table, with one hand, his hair with the other, bringing him back to his knees.

I knew there would be wet spots where his tears and drool would have coaked the mattress. This is why I make sure I use a new soaking sheet beneath the bedsheets for every time I train a pup.

As he sat up straight, his breath became shallow again. His tears started flowing again as I wiped his face with the towel.

The earplugs came out first and he heard my voice again. "You're safe. You're with me. And I do not want you to speak yet. Nod if you understand."

He nodded, almost serenely this time.

His gag came off next, and he stretched his legs slowly upon my instruction.

I covered his loins with the towel and gently hushed him. He leaned against me and put his head against my shoulder. I let him. He needed this. He had been obedient. He had earned this.

So, I held him.

"Good pup. We will make a good sub, a good slut, and a good toy out of you. But all in time." I cooed.

He gasped again. Softer this time.

"Shhhh.... it's fine. You're fine. You're here. I will take care of you," I could see my voice calm him down.

I held a water bottle to his mouth.

He sipped hesitantly.

"Drink!" My voice was gentler than I intended.

He gulped down a few more sips, and then I put the bottle back on the sidestand.

"Open your eyes very slowly now," my voice turned firm again, as I removed the blindfold.

His eyes were moist. Red. Glazed.

'He's an easy one,' I thought.

I held his chin. Looked into his eyes.

"Do you want to continue? Use your words."

"Yes, yes please mistress."

"It is going to get tough now. Harsh, unforgiving, possibly unkind. Do you really want that?" I tried to dissuade him.

I didn't want him to wrongly think that he would see my gentle side often. I will give him aftercare, of course. But, kindness? Well, if he wants pain and humiliation, that is what he would get.

"Yes Mistress, please..." he almost begged.

"Back on your fours then. You may use your elbows."

He hesitated, now that he was out of his sensory deprivation.

"Now!" I barked.

And just like that, there he was...

On his fours again!

Asmi
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