GOOD NEWS/BAD NEWS

A quick update on what's going on brings me to the good news first.  Karl's first slave weekend (three days, actually) went quite well.  The ladies and I decided to "take" Karl for one day apiece as sort of a "preview of things to come" exercise.  I took the first day and spent most of the time re-training Karl with a constant barrage of orders to follow, with emphasis on his immediate and enthusiastic response to whatever I told him to do.  He was in his chastity, which remained locked for all three days, naked with short chains between his ankles and wrists, and a ball collar and neck collar, both with leash attachment capabilities.

I ran him ragged serving me in every possible way, requiring him to micro clean various areas of the house and do a variety of household chores such as washing, ironing, folding and putting things away, etc., to the accompaniment of the liberal use of my riding crop whenever he lagged a bit.  My verbal orders were loud and constant, and he wasn't allowed to speak unless given permission.  I remained fully dressed, and the few resting periods he was allowed was spent in service as my footrest, boot licker, and sometimes corner dweller with nipple clamps and ball weights to provide a little spice to his "resting" times.

He spent the evening in his basement cage, and early the next morning I took him into our garage, removed his chains and collars, leaving him naked except for his chastity, put him in the trunk and drove him to Patsy's house.  She also has a garage, and I dropped him literally at Patsy's feet for his next day of slavery.

According to what I was told later by both Patsy and Karl, Patsy started his day by administering a sound beating to his ass with her strap as a testament to what was to come if he failed to please her.  She then dressed him in attire appropriate to a Lady's handmaiden, circa the nineteenth century, complete with bonnet and maid's uniform, and proceeded to apply makeup to his face as only Patsy can do.  She took a photo of "Karlotta" as she called him, and it was quite astonishing to see his transformation.  She spent most of the day instructing him as to proper comportment for a Lady's maid, with emphasis on curtsying and feminine style movements and speaking patterns, constantly fine tuning him and punishing any missteps on his part with her strap.

He was taught to serve his Princess Patsy as a handmaiden in every way imaginable, and was at her beck and call constantly when not cleaning her private quarters, making and unmaking her bed over and over for practice, and learning where her clothing was kept, proper folding, hanging, etc.  She used a bell to call him when she needed him elsewhere, and he quickly learned to listen well for that bell or suffer the consequences.  By day's end, he was quite the little handmaiden, flushed cheeks (above and below) included.  He spent the night in her private bathroom with instructions to clean and polish all the hardware (toilet, faucets, wash bowl, porcelain lined cast iron tub, mirrors, etc.) in the bathroom and grab any sleep he could as long as the job was done properly.

The next morning, all of his makeup and clothing was removed, and Patsy brought him to Vanessa's house the same way I'd brought him to Patsy's, dumping him at her feet in her garage.  I'm going to save the description of what happened at Vanessa's for a later time, as it's quite involved and has caused some serious issues to be raised.  Suffice it to say that it was not what I expected.  More later.

As for the bad news, that would concern my efforts to find a novice sub to train.  Putting it simply, I've had no luck finding the right sub, despite many hours spent in both vanilla night clubs and s/M gathering places.  The latter establishments have been especially disappointing, as I'm constantly approached by all too eager males who already have some history of serving dominant women and know what they're after in terms of dominance.  They are all, in one way or another, attempting to top from the bottom, as if they're interviewing me instead of the opposite.  Very annoying, and it's caused me to stop going to such establishments.

I well remember how I found Karl (and several others) in a vanilla jazz club, and that's definitely my preferred venue.  The trouble is that it takes time and luck to happen with the right man, and so far I've had no luck.  There are plenty of men offering to buy me a drink, but none yet have been sub material once we get down to the conversation part of things.  So I remain patient and hopeful, and continue to weave my web in hopes that the right fly will wander into it.  One thing for certain, any reasonably good looking woman will never have to buy her own drinks or remain horny if all she wants is a good fucking.  That hasn't changed at all.  But finding that latent sub who is eminently trainable is a bit more complicated.  I shall keep searching.