When the wind blows

Chapter 19: A Feared Story Pt.2

Aslan Myers

"My story is more cruel since it happened in the early stages of my teenage years. I was thirteen when I experienced my first time. Against my will and in a dark and scary room. Trust comes dear to me Xhristian because I trusted the man that did it. It was a year after my parents had died so I was weak minded. But what happened afterwards was...something."

Feeling my story was doing something to me. I dove into a form a character that seemed to treat him as prey. I no longer was the mouse.

"I was told by my headmaster that I'd be picked up everyday after school and for sure that was what happened. I'd spend time at school for the required hours then as soon as I returned I was picked up by a van with a couple of other girls.

This van took us to the building which acted as a school. This place was horrid and scary. Every 'teacher' was a male and the curriculum taught me five subjects.

• A women's role
• Act of obedience
• Cooking
• Power of mind
• Life of a submissive

I went everyday where I was brainwashed to my core. I was told that a women should live as if they're a man's shadow. Ways to pleasure a man, to solely focus on their pleasure. This was my sex-Ed and it came with more physicality than actual basic learning.

The girls I came with all took the same classes as I did but at the end of the year I realized a few began to go missing. In fear of me being next I followed every instruction to the T and didn't put up a fight. The only part of my day that I found piece was when I got back to the church and locked the door with only Ti and Leia. I picked up cooking first handedly because it became like a get away hobby.

A women's role, taught how a women she act and the identity of a women. Though most of us were at minimum fourteen they chose to teach us young.

The mantra we recited at the end of everyday way 'Your ears are for listening, but your eyes are your mouth'.

Act of obedience, taught us manners that I never picked up well — and still don't care for to this day — and how to be obedient. In this class if you were found to be disobedient, rude, or unmannered in anyway you were put in a suffocating tight room in the dark and left there until morning. No food or water to show who's in charge and an early release from this hell costed a price.

Power of mind, this was a class that practically brainwashed the mind until it was squeaky clean. And hell were they good at teaching that class, but I guess I was hard at learning.

Life of a submissive. Now this class was taught by individual teachers that were assigned to each one of us and mine so happened to be by a boy. He was seventeen, tall and quiet. I had always wondered why he was my instructor but hell I was being held against my will and didn't have time to ask.

After a couple months this boy and I had come to be friends and even then I knew I had went mental. In this class I was showed almost every machine and and design created for a sub, but I never got to the point of using them.

The first year of the life of a submissive was fascinating to me. The first year was to build a pain tolerance.

I grew to have a fascination in pain but only because I was with someone I trusted. Our friendship was strong and unknowingly that submissive being in me came to life. When I came around him that submissive instinct in me came out and he noticed it. He also began to notice that I picked up whatever he taught me.

He soon found out his control and knew that if he told me to even kill myself I'd do it without hesitation. He realized that all the mind delving that the 'teachers' were doing actually had an effect. As his sub and because of our strong bond he held the power of my mind. This was dangerous for me. Many of the teachers began to notice that I wouldnt listen, I'd be disobedient and this resulted in excruciating torture. They realized that I only responded to the boy, and he realized that anyone could come and find this side of me and take advantage, use me as they wished. So he taught me how to gain control over myself and 'Lay your soul bare and you've found a master'.