Bdsm Slave Training Story Novels & Stories

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.

Men were everywhere, most of them training, some tending to repairs on portions of the inner wall, others taking a rest and drinking water from a pail close to the steps of the keep. As if sensing her fatalistic thoughts, Crispen looked up, his green eyes bright with fear. Her arms were looped around his body, her hands tied together in front of him, and she squeezed him to try to reassure him. But ’twas God’s truth, she was shaking like the last leaf in autumn. The soldier leading her horse pulled up, and she had to fight to stay in the saddle. Crispen steadied them by grabbing onto the horse’s mane.

She felt utterly wrecked, inside and out, but she knew she would gladly submit to this treatment again and again if her Master demanded it. Just then, Mr. Johnson cleared his throat, drawing their attention. He was sitting back in the corner of the car, stroking his hardening cock as he watched them with a hungry gaze. "I don't know about you two, but I'm ready for round two," he leered, his eyes roving over Lilith's battered form. "What do you say, slut? You got anything left in you?" Lilith's eyes widened at the old man's crude question, her heart beginning to race with renewed arousal. As much as her body protested, she knew she couldn't refuse her Master's commands. And if he wanted to s

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

Wren spat. I clawed at Sable’s thick wrists, but in my weakened state, her wolf strength was overwhelming. She pinned me against the scorching metal rim of the vat. Above us, the water bubbled violently, swirling with white foam and steam hot enough to melt skin from bone. "Let me remind you where you belong, slave," Sable growled into my ear, her eyes flashing with cruel yellow light. "You are at the bottom of the food chain here. And bottom-feeders get scalded."

"I don't think of you in terms of like and dislike; hate or love. You exist. You're a slave. You need to be trained. If you're going to be a slave for a week, you might as well be a good one. At the moment, you're still thinking about you. Your embarrassment, your shame, your humiliation. You are not thinking about your Master, his pleasure, his desires, what he would want. It's always been about you, Whore, never about anyone else. You need to work on forgetting your pride, your station in life, your importance, and think about the person you're serving, whether it's the man in the sex toy shop, a clerk in the dressing room or the person who owns you for a week. Are you ready to pay attenti

Regina asked. "Twenty-four hours to learn how to lick pussy, deep throat cock, tolerate punishment, and be pleasing to a Master or Mistress," Lisa replied. "Scott wanted to be sure I would actually enjoy being a sex slave before accepting me as his sex slave since I'd never had the same fantasies as Julia did." "I should send Ron for training," Regina said. "My understanding is she does train males to be subs as well. Master said he saw one there went he was learning how to be a Master. He was in a cage lapping his food from a dish. We've both seen male sex slaves at a BDSM club we visited."

He said rubbing my back soothingly. "Hmm. I was thinking maybe we should start a little training on the dbms thing you were talking about" I said kissing his neck. He breathed out and chuckled. "It's bdsm. You wanna train?" He asked surprised as his hands groped my ass grinding me against him. I moaned softly against his ear. "Yes. Not the extreme controlling part. Just the sex and punishing part. I don't want to be calling you freaking Master" I said licking below his ear "Call me sir then. Or daddy" He whispered in my ear. I shivered as he licked the shell of my ear

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?