THE BOOTCAMP

A STORY IN SEVERAL PARTS BY SLAVE 1548. Has it happened this way? Who knows;-))

THE BOOTCAMP - PART 1 - THE TRANSPORT

The transport went on in one of these neutral white box vans with tinted windows, quickly and unobtrusively. We can see these vans everywhere nowadays, taking their cargo and sometimes passengers to their destinations. The six occupants though did not see the route, nor the outside, not even the inside of the van.
Their sense of time had long been lost.

From the outside, everything appears almost normal, just another rush transport. Inside of the van, all was very far from normal, and the passengers would agree - if they were able to speak. This was not a normal trip. This journey led to a bizarre, uncertain time of captivity, submission and humiliation in the hands of three strict and unforgiving mistresses. The term “boot camp” in the title describes it only imprecisely, because the six “passengers” of this car were to have less freedom than soldiers in the military.

“Slave1548” was one of them, a male in his mid-thirties, who was signed up to the camp by his mistress and owner - Lady Patricia. He had no idea of what was going to happen and was now determined to let his fearsome speculations go wild and just accept his mistress' decision. Another slave had previously withdrawn his registration for flimsy reasons, and slave1548 had spontaneously applied. Lady Patricia immediately rejected this; she knew that #1548 was still way too inexperienced and novice for such an experience. He did not listen to his mistress' advice and remained with his pride and the plea to participate in the boot camp. Mistress Patricia changed her decision; she seemed to like the idea of taking the slave's pride and showing him that he better listened to his owner's advice.

Curiosity kills the cat, and she would enjoy throwing 1548 into this trip.

After the registration, he was put in a chastity device while his Mistress kept the key, certainly also to maintain his lust and to prevent him from changing his mind. There was little information in the email he received after registration. Time frame was stated from Thursday noon to Sunday evening; there was a list of what he had to bring with him and that there would be zero possibilities to cancel. Telephoning was possible “under special conditions” - twice, and long clothing has to be worn after the camp, because marks across the body were possible and unavoidable.

He could not see who and how many fellow passengers sat next to him. He could also only speculate about their motives - whether they wanted to learn to serve, whether they wanted to feel discipline or the feeling of total loss of freedom. No matter what their motives, they were cut off from the outside world just like slave number 1548. Large ski goggles strapped over their eyes, colored black on the inside. Some light occasionally penetrated on the sides, but it was late in the evening by now, and the road trip went on.

1548 was wearing a heavy, olive-green rubber overall on his naked body, the kind of fishing overalls with a zipper, ugly but effective. His hands tied; the handcuffs were covered by the wide cuffs of the overall, invisible if someone had peaked into the van. There were earplugs deep in his ear canals, and headphones on top of them. White noise prevented any contact with the outside world. Neither of the passengers could speak, as there was a sponge in each of their mouths, dry, large and roughly bound to the back. From the outside, this outfit may seem strange, now in high summer at thirty-two degrees Celsius; and no one would understand why the driver had set the cabin heater to the highest level. The sweat ran down their bodies into their boots, only replenished by occasional stops for feeding them water through a bottle that replaced their gags for a brief moment.

How did the passengers get into this car? The petite driver certainly did not overwhelm them. Slave1548 knew well, as he put himself in this position only a few hours beforehand.

He had been at the appointed place at the agreed time; as described, he found the box with the utensils and precise instructions, as well as a box for his everyday clothes, his cell phone and everything else he brought with him. He sensed that he was already under surveillance, at least he felt it and the time to reverse was over. The instructions quickly put him in a defenseless state, out of everyday life and into restrictive rubber clothing, handcuffs, boots and finally the ankle chain. When he closed the second handcuff around the tree in front of him, gagged, blind and deaf - it was clearly too late and the way to the boot camp was pre-programmed.

Whoever had been watching him, now enjoyed the sight of the slave in the morning heat. The uncertainty ended, as expected, with the roar of a diesel engine - transportation could begin.

They guided him quickly to his place, buckled up, and the sliding door slammed shut. Not a lot of commands, just the bare minimum. This process was repeated five more times, as he had been the first of the six passengers, and now he was sitting here - the initial anxious feeling had given way to a mixture of anticipation for his Mistress and lusting for the helplessness and bizarreness of the situation. Slave1548 secretly rejoiced that he had fellow sufferers and at least hoped that they would also have a little bit of fear, because this made his own queasy feeling a little easier.

By now his slave cock pressed slimy against the hot rubber sliding over it, the car came to a halt and the sliding door opened.

They had arrived at the camp.

 

THE BOOTCAMP - PART 2 - THE CHECK-IN

 

The sun was already down, when the van drove through a small wooded area to a large, fenced clearing. A farm estate was waiting for the slaves, at whose gate the Mercedes transporter came to a stop. The driver opened the door and released her human cargo. In place.

 

Slave 1548’s ski goggles slipped a little, so that he could briefly see the person who had collected them all. She was blond, wearing brown leather breeches and a black polo shirt; her hair tied back, very slim and certainly a head smaller than the slaves. He also took a brief look at his fellow travelers - two appeared to be younger, perhaps in their early twenties, two in his age and one perhaps in his late fourties. One of the younger passengers was visibly obese – he wondered if that was a reason for his participation. What differentiated the six was their response to the bizarre situation. Some seemed unable to stand the sweating and helplessness, they were hoping for relief, wriggled in the slippery rubber overalls. They knew that it was they themselves, who had put a padlock on the zipper; according to the instructions in the welcome email. Others smacked their gags and were otherwise calm, and with one slave, you could see how he rubbed his erection inconspicuously on the rubber; apparently, even the saliva-dripping sponge in his mouth that pressed against the dry tongue could not do any harm to his lust.

 

She removed their earplugs, and gave instructions in a calm, yet firm tone. “Everyone get out - face up to the car! You are chained together - be careful.” Six bizarre figures got out of the car awkwardly, and then stood in a row in front of the vehicle, facing it. ”I am Guard Lady Vanessa. The most important points for now - we are going to do a short check-in, you will be properly examined and dressed later. You do what I say, you are always in chains and defenseless until Sunday night and do not speak unless spoken to. I will give you a drink right away; I think you did not catch a cold during the trip? ” 1548 had to swallow this joke, since he had been sitting right next to the fully turned on heater.

“If you have to pee just let it flow into the rubber, if you haven't already done so, don't worry, we will take care of recycling issues”. The second part of the sentence puzzled him, but grunting and relieved groans to his right and left showed him that his travel companions were shamelessly pissing in their own rubber overalls. Lady Vanessa stopped brooding as she stepped behind him, took off his goggles and loosened the sponge gag. He could see merely the white color of the vehicle in the artificial light that shone on the group from behind. Vanessa now held a burlap sack in front of his face. "I'm going to pull this over your head - I think you've seen enough of your trip for today - my dear beginner". Apparently, his cheating with the glasses had been discovered!

 

Vanessa had not struck a humorous tone - her expression was matter-of-factly cool. She swiftly pulled the sack over his head and strapped it tight with a rope. Except for a rough hole in the mouth area, the burlap sack completely covered his head. He hated this from the first second. He only saw outlines, heard only dully. But worst of all was the fact that they had simply taken old burlap sacks for plants, half rotten and dirty, and were now pulling them over the lined up slave skulls. The foul smell was there every second and in Slave1548 the bad feeling crept up that his mistress might have been right with her warning. "I will now lead you to the drinking trough, where you can drink." She said this after all six had been equipped like prisoners. In a row, she led the bizarre group about a hundred meters to a water pump. The slave in front had a collar around his neck and Vanessa gave the direction by the pull of a leash. Although she was certainly a head smaller than any of the inmates, she routinely led them without any uncertainty. The men in anklets and handcuffs and heavy overalls had no option but to follow anyway.

 

After the searing heat of the day, it was now cold here up in the hills, so that the wet sack around his head was damp and musty. He heard the guard's words: “You drink now, then you are put into your boxes - tonight you will still piss or defecate into the suit. Speaking is strictly forbidden. Anyone who hears someone else breaking this rule and fails to report it to me tomorrow will be punished just as much as the one who violated the rule. This applies here in the camp in any case - do you understand? ”. No Answer. "Good. Silence means ‘yes’. In the future you will answer with “Yes, Guard Lady Vanessa”. Slave1548 now heard how she filled a bucket with water from the pump. He suddenly felt how thirsty he was, and just a moment later the smell of perfume in front of him and a gloved hand on the back of his neck. Vanessa pushed his head, including the sack, into the bucket. He was in shock, gasped for shame to be soaked like an animal, but could drink a few more sips of water. Now it became clear to him why the supervisor treated them like animals and she referred to the sleeping places as “boxes”, as if she spoke to horses! When he had closed the last handcuff on himself, hours before, at the pick-up point, he had transformed himself from a would-be slave to a slave animal - and Guard Lady Vanessa saw it the same way.

 

Slowly, he started to regret his decision.

 

PART 3 – MEDICAL INSPECTION

 

The night was calm, except for the Slave1548 who got no sleep at all. Guard Lady Vanessa had chained them one by one in horse stables lined with fresh straw, each equipped with heavy neck and hand irons on top of their heavy rubber overalls, such that they could not slide the burlap sacks off their heads, under any circumstances. Slave 1548 had complied deliberately, even put his hands into the shackles before she ordered it, as he knew that he needed to gain some credit. Vanessa had caught him cheating with the blackout mask on the way to the camp, so he did all he could to please her. He had even tried to speak to her, somewhat testing her reaction. He had asked whether he should lie on his stomach or on his back, but that was not a good idea. An immediate kick in the back of his knees made him fall on his face; and before the light was turned off, Vanessa had sprinkled a portion of itchy powder into his rubber overall as a "small gift", so that Slave1548 at 5 a.m. hadn't slept for more than ten minutes.

 

It was still dark outside when the alarm bell rang in the stables, calling them to their day of training and discipline. The bizarre group of rubberized, sweating and very smelly slave animals marched into a white tiled adjoining room and the neck irons chained one by one to eyelets in the wall. Vanessa addressed them in a routinely manner, commanding them completely naturally. “You will now remove the sacks and also the rubber suits and the boots. Then there will be a shower, after that we are going to medically inspect you. When taking off your boots, you want to take care of not spilling the sweat and piss mixtures now present in them. As explained, we attach great importance to proper disposal and protection of the environment”.

 

When he pulled the burlap sack from his head, he saw the guard from head to toe for the first time, but immediately lowered his eyes submissively. As on the day before, Vanessa wore breeches and dusty riding boots, this time made of dark brown leather, and again a black polo shirt, but now he could see the printing on it: “Bootcamp Lichtenau 2020”. A riding crop hung ready to use on her belt and the whole appearance radiated routine as in people who have a lot of practice in dealing with animals. Soon after all the slaves were naked in front of the guard, she acknowledged them with a gentle nod. The smell that was now spreading in the white tiled room did not seem to surprise her and she inspected the slaves very carefully. Vanessa carefully checked that the new additions had shaved all over, as required in the invitation. They reacted quite differently, some aroused and they flaunted their erection, for some it was embarrassing and they tried to hide their dicklets. Vanessa corrected both acts with a short blow of the whip to their balls.

 

After the slaves were both cleaned and refreshed with a sharp, cold jet of water, she lead them individually for a brief medical examination. Slave1548 was naked; he obediently followed Lady Vanessa through a concrete hallway into the examination room. They walked past door after door. He could briefly read some of the signs on the doors. Some seemed to be quite harmless, but words such as “Interrogation room I”, “Advanced Electric Shock Treatment”, and “Temperature treatment” made him shiver.
His gaze fell through an open side door into a room containing a strange piece of equipment. At first he thought it was a pig insemination device, but the shackles seemed clearly in place for a human body. While he was still thinking about it, Vanessa followed his gaze and she smiled coldly. "My dear number 1548, you certainly won't guess what this room is used for," she said with an amused tone in her voice. "This is your private phone room where you can make your two calls as promised." 1548 now realized that the milking machine was actually a fucking machine and that a small cell phone was lying on a stool in front of it. The machine was certainly not quiet in operation, when activated inside the bare concrete room. “If you think that we are making exceptions for beginners, you are wrong. I will have a lot of fun watching you doing your phone calls while strapped to the machine.”

 

He had thought of some moments of calm and privacy when he had read the invitation mail, but she was not joking at all. That is why they had promised “two phone calls with some restrictions”, and they kept to that. That is why he now walked into the examination room with shaky legs; but the examination itself went without great surprises. Vanessa measured temperature, blood pressure, sizes and lengths and of course, his weight, as this would certainly be different on Sunday evening, as she noted. After the examination, he led him outside on a chain that was placed around his neck. Guard Lady Vanessa attached him to a wooden post, after pulling his hands through steel loops that were place on either side of the pole. She pulled the dreaded sack back on his head; and so Slave1548 was kneeling completely vulnerable and defenseless, exposed to the rising sun, and a hard day of work and submission in front of him.

Most of all, he longed for the voice of his mistress, who would soon inspect the new arrivals.

 

 

THE BOOTCAMP - PART 4 – OPENING CELEBRATION

Lady Patricia had just started the opening speech for this year's summer boot camp.
“First of all, many thanks to Lady Vanessa for bringing our trainees here in good shape and safe condition!“, she nodded to Guard Lady Vanessa who had made sure that all slaves were securely locked into position.
“And of course thanks to Ladies Isa and Lauren for being part of camp management team this time”. The three mistresses sat around a white garden table on which Vanessa had placed a champagne cooler. All three had adapted themselves to the rural environment and had dressed appropriately for the expected summer heat. Each in knee-high leather riding boots in dark brown, riding pants, Isa and Lauren in leather and Lady Patricia in latex. Patricia wore a conservative white blouse, Isa a black leather shirt and Lauren a polo shirt with the camp logo.

Vanessa faced the Mistresses, satisfied with the praise. Next to her, the six participants knelt in front of a post, hands placed inside iron loops on the left and right. They were kneeling naked in the dust of a riding stable, and had been doing so for two hours. The sun was now high in the sky at nine o'clock and they had not had anything to drink since the six o'clock check-in. The mistresses and other staff had completely ignored their presence, treating them as bound property. Parked like objects or farm animals. They humbly lowered their heads and the first layer of sweat and dust had covered them since the morning cleaning.

"As every year, we will start the events with a session of thorough boot care, one tongue per boot," Lady Patricia looked very satisfied, as the camp was always a very special event for her, and there was a chance of a cool glass of champagne, while watching dry slave tongues bringing their riding boots to a new shine.

The ladies now moved the garden chairs between the wooden poles, such that one tongue could reach the left and one tongue the right boot. Two slaves served their respective mistress, who had admitted them to the camp. Vanessa held the champagne bottle in her hand and had her thumb on top of the cork.
"The pop of the cork is the starting signal for the 2020 boot camp, and your signal to dig your tongues deep into the cleats of our boots" - Lady Patricia enjoyed the greedy look in the face of the slave 1548, knowing how much his tongue longed for the heels of his Mistress. Two other slaves looked less happy and more thirsty, especially since Vanessa was now popping the cork and pouring the cool drink into the glasses.

The slaves shot forward and had to tear their wrists violently to just reach the soles with their tongues, while the mistresses sat casually on their strategically positioned chairs with their legs stretched out. One of the slaves, one of the younger ones, seemed to hesitate for a moment; he had discovered something unidentifiable in his Mistress' boot. Lady Lauren was sipping the cool drink and just had to cast a look at Guard Vanessa - she had already put her hand on the riding crop. With full force, the Guard hit the slaves back, who had probably decided to start the camp with bad grades, ten blows on the outside of his left thigh. He quickly seemed to change his mind and started his work carefully.
The Mistresses toasted themselves and enjoyed the view in front of them for a while. They had already inspected the facility after their arrival in the morning and had been very satisfied with the work of their staff. Their shoes had of course become dusty and this was now being corrected. Lady Patricia used the time for the actual opening speech:

“We have to get down to business soon, so I'll try to be brief. The most important thing you know already from the email, today is Friday and you belong to the camp until Sunday evening. You have effectively disappeared from the outside world. It will not be easy, you will regret your registration and you will work very very hard. Nevertheless you all will register for the camp next year again. There are few rules here, especially few rules for us. As far as you are concerned, you already know the ban on speaking to each other.
You only answer direct questions. We do not tolerate hesitation, grimacing and so on – you will want to avoid that.
Vanessa usually works here with real horses and she learned that mistakes should always be punished immediately in order for you to learn. Patricia moved her feet a little, and instinctively the two slaves now worked their way to the tip of her toes, even though they were terribly thirsty and their tongues covered in dust, tasting the bitterness together with the taste of leather.
“Now we come to your main task. You are definitely not here for the fun, but will dedicate yourself to gardening. Take a look to the right side!”

The slaves raised their heads and slave1548, who had a good view, saw immediately what was going to happen to them. At the edge of the riding area about fifty yards of fence had been removed, from where a totally overgrown garden led down the slope to a small pond. There was little to see except nettles, rose bushes and thistles.
Lady Patricia sipped her glass contentedly when she saw the horrified expressions on the faces of the camp participants. “On Sunday evening the bushes are dug up, the weeds removed and the small
trees uprooted below. I actually wanted to take an excavator, but I thought what should I endure the noise when the camp coming up and you can safely and calmly concentrate on this? ”The mistresses laughed and toasted themselves.

Vanessa punched each of the slaves, having forgotten all of their work on the boots at the sight of this new aspect on their professional ladder.
"I think the task is self-explanatory - let's get to the exciting part and a novelty at Camp 2020." - Vanessa had meanwhile pulled a stack of envelopes out of a pocket and handed them to Lady Patricia. "These are the ballots - your ballots - look here!"
The slaves looked up and saw six black envelopes. “These envelopes literally describe your fate in the next few days, whether it will be an easy or a difficult one for you I don't know, that is primarily up to you.
It doesn't change your main task in the garden, but it has a big impact on the “circumstances” under which you will perform it”.
Now the mistresses laughed loudly and the slave was once freezing cold, despite the air temperature of 28 degrees Celsius and the blazing sun shining on them.

Lady Isa, a muscular mistress with strictly tied back red hair and ice-blue eyes, continued to speak - “Patricia was so kind and let me have the pleasure of telling you the possible outcomes. I do not want to torture you by waiting - at least for now. The possible outcomes are:
Number 1: “Whipping Boy”
Number 2: “Dog”
Number 3: “Toilet”
Number 4: “Anal Bitch”
Number 5 and Number 6: “Honeymoon”

The slaves were now totally confused and stopped working, waiting for an explanation of these terms, like the reader, in the next part.

 

THE BOOTCAMP - PART 5 - THE DRAW

The slaves were now utterly confused and even ceased to work, waiting for an explanation of these terms.
When Isa announced some of the options, certain slaves kept their breath; they had hit the right nerve and their wish to be spared from these dominated the thoughts.
Lady Isa passed the envelopes on to Mistress Patricia, who mixed them thoroughly.
"As you can see, the ballots are now well mixed. No one of you should complain afterwards ".
At these words, Mistresses Isa and Lauren toasted each other and laughed loudly, making the slaves look even more confused.

Lady Patricia approached the first slave, who was strapped to the post, kneeling, naked, and his knees pushed into the dusty ground with his head down. She opened the envelope, took out the card with her fingers wrapped in black latex, and held it out to the slave. "Read!"
The slave, who was in his mid-twenties and a little chubby was reading his lot.
It was – Choice number 2: “Dog”.
The sound of two glasses sounded again, mistresses toasting each other. Lady Isa cheered exultantly to her slave "Congratulations, you have drawn the - hardest - lot". At first, he had no clue on the term “Dog”, but trusted the judgment of his owner; Mistress Patricia now confirmed it as well.
“In this case, I agree with Isa - he will not have it easy."
At a nod, Guard Lady Vanessa stepped closer and spread out a set of heavy iron chains that she took out of a burlap sack. Vanessa did not say a word but freed the left hand from the post; only immediately put it in one of the heavy iron clamps that were part of the chains. She bolted them tightly together, such that the slave knew they were there to stay. This entire process she carried out in absolute silence, only the clinking of the chains and the chirping of some birds could be heard.

After a few minutes, Isa's new dog was at ground level, ankles and hands cuffed and connected by the chains below his body, such that he could only move forward in doggy style. Vanessa had put leather knee- and elbow pads onto the slave to allow a minimum of "comfort".
“In addition the neck iron!” said Isa, and the slave saw for a moment a look of regret on the face of the guard, who was now putting on an iron band weighing several kilograms and connecting it to the chain harness.
Lady Patricia did not hesitate.
“Your lot does not mean that you have to bark, we make you cry all by yourself. Gardening work at your level will allow you to have a lot of attention to detail. ” The slaves, who were still tied to the pole, had used the time to admire the new dog, a behavior which was corrected by Guard Lady Vanessa with short blows of the riding crop, the eyes of the camp participants had to rest humbly on the ground.

Patricia went on to add: "An important point is that we are not wasting time here that is used for your valuable training, and rather for my garden - Isa, what should he start with?" Lady Isa, who had just whispered with Mistress Lauren, looked over briefly and just called out the word “nettles”.
This caused the Guard to breathe in sharply through the teeth, and the new involuntary four-legged friend saw the short, concerned expression on the face in the assistant’s otherwise professional grace. Patricia only nodded briefly, knowing that Lady Isa was in a bad mood, especially with her new puppy, she had a lot to be corrected. Guard Vanessa showed the slave a primitive leather dog head mask with a snout that bore the words "Hasso" on its forehead.

"This mask is impregnated with the golden nectar of your mistress" explained Vanessa, who now put on the rough, stuffy and dramatically smelling leather object to the helplessly frozen Hasso. The Lady quickly hooked a leash and dragged the new dog behind her towards the garden, towards biting nettles that had been fueled by the sun all summer long at the edge of the forest.
Mistress Isa had got up, grabbed a cane, since she was not at all satisfied with the movements of her Hasso and, moreover, did not want him to have any rest.
A little later, Hasso was moving faster, and his bottom was covered with twenty deep red stripes, and his howling had taken him a little further towards being a slave animal, away from his office job existence just 24 hours before.
Still he was on the groomed lawn, and the three camp leaders were particularly looking forward to the upcoming tune as he entered the savage garden full of nettles, ants and thorns.