Christmas training...
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Posted:Dec 30, 2018 6:03 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2024 1:51 am
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Christmas training
The door knocked and beauty came in, slightly apologetic about being late, which was her usual demeanor. she found her Master sat smiling in His usual chair, waiting to greet and use her. Remembering the final instructions before her arrival, she visited the bathroom, washed her hands, put on her leather blindfold and stood fully dressed in the open doorway. It was a longer training session than normal, and she was going to be put through rigorous use in order to prepare her for some of the coming year’s events.
Master began by attaching her wrist cuffs and restraining her arms behind her back, whilst asking her about her weekend and what she was looking forward to doing over the two week holiday. Once she was ready, He moved her so that her back was against the wall and instructed her to kiss Him fully. He knew that she didn’t like this part one bit, which made it even more enjoyable. Holding a hand behind her head, He indulged Himself until He felt His cock grow fully. she was a beautiful slave and the intimacy was satisfying. He told her to use her tongue in His mouth, which she did without hesitation.
Guiding her to the middle of the room, He began with an inspection, to see that she had prepared herself for use as previously messaged. The black cotton boots were knee length and flat heeled, keeping her close to her natural height. The dress was a sailor style, the only one left in her wardrobe, and her knickers were plain black. she had tied her hair back to keep it off her face and away from her blindfold. He thrust His right hand into her knickers to check that she had shaved her hair off, noticing that they were already damp and sticky. He checked to see which arm had been recently operated on without touching the bruised area.
Next He opened her mouth. There was something beautiful about touching a girl in this way. The sense of control and ownership that was communicated as He passed His thumb between her teeth and skin, was indescribable. It was not as physically arousing as penetration, but mentally it satisfied something deep within Him, and He knew that by her constant return, something deep within her too. He examined all of her body, enjoying her scent, her breathing, and her obedience. Finally, after bending her over the room’s desk so that she didn’t topple over, He checked to see that her anus had been prepared
Every now and again He took photographs to record the process He was taking her through. In the days between their meetings, it would help Him to consider new ways to use her, as well as provide welcome visual stimulation. beauty was pleased that she could serve in that way too. Instructing her to kneel upon a pillow, her Master used her mouth to awaken His already stiffened cock. He rocked her head back and forth along the shaft, feeling the softness of her lips without her hands stimulating Him with squeezes, as He sometimes liked. It was going to be a long session, and He would enjoy it slowly.
One of the areas that she would no doubt be used by others her Master would be introducing her to in the coming months was orally. He took her through licking His shaft, sucking and pulling away, covering her teeth with her lips to create extra pressure, blowing, kissing and many other ways to create a variety of pleasurable sensations. After ten minutes, her mouth was beginning to look sore, so He moved on to the next important area, that of discipline.
In the few weeks since their previous training, beauty had been lax in her messages, often sending two but only using ‘Master’ once in pairs of messages. He reminded her that this was her sole instruction for communication – to show respect in each and every response. He reminded her that her orgasm was His to give or deny and that even over this seasonal holiday, she was not allowed to climax without His expressed permission. she agreed of course verbally, but there had been one occasion recently when she had said that she had climaxed because she just wanted to be romantic. This discipline time was a reminder that she was a slave, that she belonged to her Master, that her holes, her climax, her appearance belonged to Him alone.
Pulling her close to His upright body, and making sure that her hands were restrained next to her cunt, He leant against the wall and began to spank her for her failings. After each painful slap, she was made to call out the . During their last encounter, He tasted her tears trickling down her cheeks after only ten. He knew that she was sensitive to pain, but it was His responsibility to keep her in order. The coming few months would be some of the most difficult for her to be self restrained as she moved home and had to spend less upon her appearance and more upon fixtures and fittings. As the final spanks rippled upon her bottom, He kissed her tears away and made her apologise for her lack of self-control and willful assertiveness. It was hardly what He expected of a collared slave, especially His.
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If only she could meet such a man...
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Posted:Dec 30, 2018 5:41 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2024 1:51 am
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She lay still upon her Egyptian cotton sheets, confined by the verticals of her wooden four poster bed, trying not to move. It was Saturday morning, and as had happened each weekend for the past ten years, her husband would soon awake, they would exchange pleasantries, have breakfast in bed and then make love.
Not that it felt like love any more. She would stare at him as he pounded inside her, the man that she once adored with all her heart. His body, though slightly chubby, was not the issue - hers too had seen better days. The issue was, that she needed porn to arouse herself before anything began. She needed to be his slave, longed to be controlled and that was far from his thinking. If anything, he would like her to be a Domme to him. The thought appalled her. She had chosen him because he seemed so certain, so masculine, an alpha male who would use her as a plaything before rushing off to play sport with his friends.
Her phone lay on the bedside table. She avoided looking upon the floor where work shoes mingled with home wear. That mess would be dealt with in the future, tomorrow, maybe. Instead, her fingers alighted upon the soft fabric of the phones casing, and she turned it on, barely breathing in case this secret moment was lost.
The pages danced before her, trying to tempt her with the latest bargains, fashions and holidays, until her eyes met the Literotica page. She swept through the list of recent writings until finally, after her husband began to snore and emit other sounds, a story title came up that ticked her boxes, and began to make her wet between the legs.
Gingerly, she manoeuvred her right hand beneath the sheets, so slow that even she couldnt hear any noise, pulled her labia apart and began to read. No matter how old she got, this magic carpet ride never failed to satisfy. The slightest of touches, synchronised with the unveiling deion did the trick.
Vicky, or as she will be known from herein as girl, had been trained as a submissive for many years. She thought that she knew best. She set limits in an attempt to keep her slightly chaotic life separated from the demands of her Dominant. It had worked to varying degrees and some of the occasions when she had been used had met her needs precisely, but, and this was a big but, her tendency to lie and hide from being fully honest had finally got in the way of her own pleasure.
He had insisted on using all three holes, and whilst she had initially acquiesced to His demands, her usual games of crying and insisting that her anus hurt, had resulted in her getting two hole use and a thumb up her ass. She had won and lost in equal measure. She didnt want an Owner who would let her get her own way. What she needed, and it hurt to admit it to herself, was to lose control. And that would require her to go up a notch, to take a step of trust, to stop trying to control and instead to let go, as she did when she drank herself to a stupor.
She tried to imagine what that might look like. Entering the hotel room, and looking briefly in His direction, she noticed that where He usually sat, staring at her, would be the instruction Put the blindfold on now! And then it became a of questions, anxious thoughts, as the lack of ination caused her heart to beat at the thought of becoming a doll for His pleasure.
The girl in the bed kept rubbing her clitoris slowly, hardly daring to believe that someone could describe her feelings, boundaries and hesitations with such clarity. Her hopes that her husband would remain asleep evaporated as his head turned around, and he stared at her through one bleary eye. She withdrew her hand, brushed her fingers through the bristles on his shaved head, and kissed his red face. She meandered downstairs to make the breakfast and considered reading further whilst the kettle boiled, but the moment had past. She would have to think her dark thoughts as her husband used her, as he orgasmed. At least that was something, to be used, to be useful...but how she longed to yield.
If only she could contact such a Man...
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