Bdsm Slave Training Story Novels & Stories

At least that's what I thought. She ended up disappointing me and it cost me the worst torture of my 10 years of slavery... I silenced my thoughts as horrible images came to mind. My mother raped... My father beheaded, my big sister sold. And even this woman who took me under her wing died before my eyes... And all that... Because of her bastard father... This criminal died too well and now it's up to her to pay the ultimate price... Suffering. The sound of shattering glass rent the air and with one glance at my hand, the blood dripping from my palm made me realize that I had squeezed the glass too hard.

My cheerful voice fills the room as I greet my master, and he walks towards me. “Good morning. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Alice. Yesterday, I only tied you up for two hours. However, if you misbehave with me again, I’ll restrain you in a very uncomfortable position with a vibrator pressed against your crotch for an entire night.” He warns me in a stern tone. I don’t know why his words turn me on. There’s definitely something wrong with me because these days everything seems to arouse me. “I will never misbehave with you, Master. It just happened in the heat of anger.” I assure him.

His explanation not helping much, oh no I realise, okay, sex shop, what else was I expecting it is obvious if it is connected to Lustful Surrender. The name is so easy for me to say now, it just rolls off my tongue freely, I feel like if anyone asked about it, I won't be embarrassed anymore, arriving back at his we walk in quietly, I don't understand how he got into all this, all the BDSM and the business, he doesn't look abused or broken, sure he is heartbroken but that was clearly after he was involved in it. Arriving at his we walk into the house, his eyes watching me. "What are you thinking Lisa? You have that look where you are considering something?" Sean's voice quiet.

"We had an experience at a BDSM club before Lisa's slavery started. Master insisted she undergo slave training first as she hadn't dreamt of being a slave before she witnessed my slavery. It is my impression from the club, there are some Dominants who are more into giving pain instead of pleasure. Their treatment of slaves is sadistic, and they attract masochists. I'm not talking about someone who enjoys small amounts of pain like Slut, but much more, to the extent they are marked for days at a time by their punishments. The humiliations and treatment they undergo is at the far end of the scale, which might involve being used as human toilets, drinking piss or eating shit. "The Dominants I'v

“Play with your tits for me.” She smiles and leans back, pinching her nipples between her fingers. My restraint snaps. I thrust inside of her—slow, but deep. “Oh fuck, sir,” she moans, clawing at my shoulders. “You’re going to ride me now, slowly,” I say, grinding into her. “You still need to hear the rest of the story.” “Yes, sir,” she pants, starting to move. I continue, even as I lose myself in her rhythm. “I took the job. The dom—his name was Markus—was intense, but brilliant. He trained me. I was a natural. I started studying the scene. Learning the psychology behind dominance. The control. The care. The responsibility. It changed my life.”

{Training} - Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as she wishes, learning to present myself as a submissive full of poise, grace, and beauty in public and private, learning protocols and rituals throughout this contract on an as-needed basis; any other training activities as Khali Luciano deems fit. {Orgasm Control}

Over time, I surpassed it and Adam started fastened his phase and pumped hard and faster inside me. “Oohh! Mhmm! Aahhh!” I moaned. A rough slap on my boob is what I felt. “F-ck. You’re so tight, Raviora.” I never imagined myself getting pumped hard like how Adam is doing. Slowly, he took another thrust again inside and out. He knows very well when to fasten his phase and when to slow down. For sure, he bedded a lot of women. He’s good at it, I can say.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.