The heavy door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed off the stone walls of the room where Max lay strapped to the bench. His heart pounded, expecting Theo and Nikos to return with their cruel commands, but the air was different this time—heavier. As the footsteps approached, Max strained to lift his head and caught sight of an older man, stern and imposing, with the calm authority of someone who had done this many times before.
“Is this him?” the man asked, his deep voice calm yet commanding.
Theo nodded, watching with eager curiosity. “Yes, Master Adrian. This is Max. He’s our first full-time slave, and we could use your guidance.”
Master Adrian stepped closer, his dark eyes scanning Max’s restrained, trembling body. Max could feel the weight of the man’s gaze, assessing him not as a person, but as an object, a tool to be molded and shaped. He shuddered under the scrutiny, fear creeping into every fiber of his being.
Theo and Nikos stood beside Adrian, eager to learn from their experienced mentor. They were successful, dominant in their own right, but this—owning and training a 24/7 slave—was new to them, and they wanted to do it perfectly. Adrian had been in the lifestyle for years, known for his mastery of both the psychological and physical aspects of slave ownership.
“You’ve made a decent start,” Adrian began, circling Max like a predator surveying its prey. “But a slave is more than just an object for amusement. If you want long-term obedience, there’s a system you need to follow. It’s not just about breaking them down—anyone can inflict pain. It’s about control and maintenance.”
Nikos looked intrigued. “Maintenance?”
Adrian nodded. “Yes. You want a slave who serves without question, who anticipates your needs before you speak. That requires more than just fear. It’s a balance of punishment, reward, and conditioning.”
Max’s heart sank further as he realized this wasn’t a moment of mercy or escape. This man—this trainer—was here to make the situation even worse, to teach Theo and Nikos how to truly break him, how to mold him into the perfect slave.
Adrian walked up to where Max was kneeling and placed a hand on his trembling back, feeling the tension in his muscles. “He’s still resisting,” Adrian observed, his tone almost casual. “You need to eliminate that instinct. Fear alone won’t work forever. Over time, he’ll become desensitized, and that’s when things get messy.”
Theo crossed his arms, listening intently. “So what should we do?”
Adrian gestured for them to come closer. “There are three key elements to maintaining a slave: punishment, reward, and mental conditioning. You have to know when to use each.”
He moved around to face Max, leaning in close enough that Max could feel his breath. “Punishment must be swift and consistent, but never overdone. If he learns to expect pain without understanding the reason, it becomes ineffective. Punish him when he disobeys, yes, but make sure he knows why.”
He pressed the button on the shock collar around Max’s neck, sending a brief jolt of electricity through his body. Max cried out in pain, but Adrian kept his gaze steady, not reacting to the noise.
“That,” Adrian said, turning back to Theo and Nikos, “is punishment. Short, sharp, and tied directly to an action—or inaction. But if you punish him constantly without a reason, it becomes background noise. He’ll adapt to it, and you’ll lose control.”
Theo nodded, glancing at Nikos.
“Consistency is key,” Adrian said. “Now, about rewards.” He unclipped the leash from Max’s collar and ran a hand down his chest, making Max flinch. “Reward doesn’t always mean pleasure. You never want to give him that. Reward is comfort, relief, maybe even a kind word when he does something perfectly. It could be allowing him a blanket, a more comfortable place to sleep, or food that’s not scraps. But these are earned.”
Nikos raised an eyebrow. “So, we don’t just keep him in constant discomfort?”
Adrian smiled. “Exactly. You want him to crave comfort so he works harder for it. Deprive him entirely, and his will might break, but he’ll become useless. The key is to keep him on the edge, always desperate to please but never fully satisfied.”
He walked around Max’s restrained form, continuing to explain. “A slave needs to know that obedience brings relief. When he cleans perfectly, when he serves you flawlessly, he should be allowed a small reward—nothing too much, but enough to motivate him. Give him a candy, a soft word, a moment out of his restraints. These moments of relief will make him work harder to earn them, but they must be rare and never guaranteed.”
Max could barely comprehend what was being discussed. His mind swirled with a mix of fear, despair, and exhaustion. They were talking about him like he was an animal to be trained, a machine to be programmed.
Adrian turned to the final point. “And then there’s mental conditioning. You don’t just train a slave’s body—you train his mind. He needs to learn that his only purpose is to serve you, and that outside of that, he’s nothing. You start by removing all traces of his old identity.”
Max’s blood ran cold. His old life—his name, his memories, his sense of self—would be erased. Adrian’s words confirmed that this wasn’t about submission; it was about obliteration.
“How do we do that?” Nikos asked, intrigued.
“Take away his name,” Adrian instructed. “He has no right to it anymore. He’s only ‘slave’ from now on. Use the shock collar every time he refers to himself in any personal way. No more ‘I’ or ‘me.’ He only speaks when spoken to, and he answers to ‘slave.’ Nothing more.”
Theo nodded thoughtfully. “And over time, he’ll forget who he was?”
“Exactly,” Adrian replied. “You want to break him down piece by piece until he believes that this is his life, his only purpose. You can use tasks, isolation, and forced focus on serving you to reshape his mind. Reinforce this every day—punish him for any hint of individuality.”
Nikos smiled. “I see now.”
“And one more thing,” Adrian added. “Always be aware of the limits. A broken slave isn’t useful. Push him to the edge, but never past it. He needs to believe there’s hope—however small—that he can earn your favor. But never let him believe he can escape.”
With that, Adrian stepped back, giving Theo and Nikos a moment to process the lessons.
“We’ll start tonight,” Theo said, glancing at Max, who was still strapped down, terrified. “We’ll strip away what’s left of him.”
Nikos nodded. “By the time we’re done, he’ll be exactly what we want.”
Max closed his eyes, his body still trembling, knowing that whatever shred of hope he had left was about to be crushed under their methodical control.
