Mechanism maintenance

Conditioning sensual responses to selected physical and mental stimuli is a key component of thrall training. Certain aspects of the mechanism may be intentionally underutilized, while at the same time undergoing powerful stimulus. This ongoing conditioning both heightens the thrall's response capability and makes the thrall receptive to further training and conditioning.

To ensure performance standards, the mechanism needs to be fully engaged on a periodic basis. Intervals can be best determined by an experienced controller. Mistress possesses a vast amount of knowledge on the subject, expertise in a full array of conditioning techniques, understanding of the capacity of the subject and a very Dominant mindset. She is thus able to conduct conditioning and maintenance in person, via the telephone, or even electronically.

A recent maintenance session via telephone began with Mistress gauging the thrall state, which was entranced. From here, She can undertake any number of activities. To engage the mechanism, She implanted a couple of suggestions. This caused thrall to shake and spasm uncontrollably as the mechanism began to operate with a minimum of manual intervention. Within minutes, the mechanism released. Mistress instructed thrall to reingest fluids from the release to condition the mechanism further, and gave thrall tasks to perform to emphasize his submissive state.

How do you feel?

She's walking east on W 20th St. - brushing past 6' in
black platform shoes, the warm breeze billowing her
short, open leather jacket into a beautiful frame that
is nevertheless barely suitable for her improbably
lush figure, a figure pulled into even more sinuous
curves by a waist cincher of supple black leather worn
over a long, clingy black and white dress. Her arms
swing with the rhythm of her rapid stride, the neat
wrapping of the thin package she holds high in her
right hand, a baton keeping the tempo of her pace,
doing little to conceal the fact that it contains a
newly purchased riding crop. She remains above it all,
her bright eyes meeting every gaze, each stare of the
suddenly alert passers by. She is an angel rendered
earthbound, a queen without a country, a diva on an
impromptu stage.

You follow in her wake - amazed, amused, aroused, but
also a little bit embarrassed. You are unaccustomed to
the walk as a form of street theater. And you are but
the bag boy, a mere spear carrier for visiting
royalty. In her words, you volunteered for the ride.