Her First Training Session

February 23, 2023

Her name is Alice but as long as she can remember everyone has called her Lulu. She can’t remember how it started, a cousin she thinks, once called her that and for some reason it stuck.
Lulu had just completed her shift at the mobile phone store and was walking home like she does every day. The job at the store had become routine for her, boring to say the least, but Lulu wasn’t motivated much by career or ***, she always said to her life was to be lived for the experiences that are free and easy, but reality is that her life had become a monotonous daily ritual that had left her feeling empty. Problem was Lulu didn’t know what was missing. It was like there was a hole inside her, a void that needed to be filled. Walking that same route from work to her studio apartment that she walked every day, her mind wandered as it usually did, and filled with lists that she never wrote down of all the things she needed to do. Clean apartment. Buy cat food. Call mom back. Seemingly lost in her “Get It Done List” as she liked to call it, something snapped her out of her trance. A creature of habit, Lulu had a knack for noticing anything that was new or out of place and today it was that old wooden post outside the dry cleaners around the corner from her apartment. That post worried her. All the others had been replaced by shiny new metal posts. The kind that hold up utility lines, or at least that’s what Lulu thought they did. But this old wooden post hadn’t been updated and Lulu was sure it would fall down some day and, as her luck would have it, it would probably fall on her. She didn’t worry about it killing her as her life had become so boring that seemed like it might be a blessing, but she couldn’t stand the thought of being maimed or disabled. The mobile phone store says they are an equal opportunity employer, but she had never once worked with anyone disabled. If that post fell down, hit her and disabled her she was sure she would lose her job, and then what would she do. These were the ridiculous thoughts that filled her head. But no, something wasn’t right today, that post looks different. As she walked closer she could see that the post had one of those postings stapled to it, the kind with the little slivers of paper at the bottom that had been carefully cut with scissors into little strips that one could tear off if they wanted the phone number required to respond to the post. The post wasn’t very well done she thought. If she had done it she would have used more than one color to make it more exciting, but she read the black and white sign anyways. SUBMISSIVE & SLAVE TRAINING - ALL LEVELS OF EXPERIENCE WELCOME - FIRST SESSION FREE. Those words really struck Lulu. Not that she had ever thought of being a submissive or a slave, although she did really like taking instruction and being told what to do, and she had always fantasized about being tied up and used sexually. She had never experienced anything like that before but she had watched videos like that online. Of girls stripped naked, tied up and ravaged. She always wondered if someone might ravage her someday. But what most intrigued her was that it was FREE. Maybe this is it Lulu thought, maybe this is the free and easy thing that would make her life more exciting. And she very carefully tore one of the little slips with the phone number off the bottom of the posting and then moved away from that old wooden post as fast as she could before it fell on her.