Bdsm Slave Training Story Novels & Stories

"After our training is completed, the strongest ones are turned into vampires and the rest of us are re-trained to do different tasks. And then we are sold to the highest bidder. It's Ovzdusia's biggest income. I've had one Master and two Mistresses-three, counting you in four years." "Adira was a Lady and was much more demanding than the others. Thank you for buying her for me by the way—she is the only person I enjoyed killing. She had an entire house where strong male slaves were trained to become gladiators. And I was always the winning bet—I've never lost a fight. Which was why I was her favourite. Also because...because I was the best at-at giving pleasure." He turned to look at my tea

"Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch the news of course, logically and intelligently. A woman, who can discuss art, again once trained, music, and oh by the way, can suck you cock like a lollypop. A slave, who craves your every attention, be it sexual, or a whipping. Wouldn't that client be more inclined to participate if he had such an example before him?" Dominique looked right into Devon's eyes as she asked the next question. "How long have you loved her Devon?" "I don't know that I do. She's a fascinating subject of study, certainly. She's a valuable training tool; you've read the reports of

She lay on Brenda's bed, where she'd led the still-restrained mom, with her legs spread widely. Brenda, too, had reached the limits of her energy, and lay with her head on Kelly's left thigh, dozing lightly. The teen knew that her newly-converted sex slave would awaken to overwhelming remorse, and that was the point where training her would truly begin. It was one thing to seduce her; that was the easy part. Then, to bind her with belts and force her to pleasure her, hadn't taken much at all. Even to watch her own daughter suffer the same fate from

I sniffle. “Just do all that is required of you and you won’t have problems at all.The master hates stealing and also barging into the master room without being called upon is a terrible sin” “If one does offend the master.What then will happen to the person?” “The person will be sent to the cold room”the guy on the steering said. “The cold room? That sounds terrible”I mutter. “It is.By the way I’m Bia and he’s chao”the guy beside me said.

Dominic’s hand slid down my chest, squeezing one of my breasts, thumb grazing my nipple until I whimpered. “She’s eager, aren’t you?” I nodded slowly. But he wanted more. “Answer.” “Yes, Sir.” He smiled, pleased. “Good girl.” The training began. It wasn’t just physical—it was psychological. They taught me posture. The correct way to kneel. Where to look, where not to look. How to breathe through the pain. How to anticipate his needs. It was humiliating. It was exhilarating. The woman showed me how to hold a vibrator against myself without coming. For thirty minutes straight. My thighs were soaked. My core pulsed with desperation. My eyes burned with unshed tears.

Ana screamed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Master D growled, working his fist in and out. “I’m going to ruin this asshole.” He added a second fist, his hands moving in opposite directions. Ana convulsed, coming harder than she ever had. Master D pounded into her, his cock slamming against her cervix. They came together, his seed painting her insides. As they caught their breath, Master D caressed Ana’s face. “You’re a natural submissive, pet. I’ll train you to be the perfect slave.”

The sofa slides across the floor with every deep, rhythmic thrust. I reach around and grab the rose gold leash before pulling it tight, forcing her back to arch even more. "Look at you, Professor,” I whisper in her ear. Although, I know she can’t see under the blindfold, I want her to visualise it. "Naked, branded with my name, dripping with champagne, and being used like a whore on my furniture." “Oh.. God, Master. Please don’t stop.” I don't. I switch one more time and slide back into her tight, trembling ass, causing her to scream again.

My hips buckled wildly but he pulled away, edging me even further. “You see?” He muttered into my ear, fingers gripping my chin do I had no choice but to look at him. “You are my little dirty slut, you don’t come until I allow it. You don’t belong to anyone else. Not that client, not her,” His gaze burned into me. “Only me.” “Yes sir, I sobbed. “Only you.” His lips brushed my ear. “Good girl.” At last, he pressed the vibrator back harder this time. My body arched, chains rattling as the orgasm ripped through me so violently, I screamed his name. My fluids pooling all over the table as I collapsed against glass, sweaty, ruined and breathless.

He added as if reminding himself. "She does," I affirmed. "Goodnight." He muttered a goodnight back but the two of us stayed awake despite how much we told the other to go to sleep. It was a good thing we did stay awake because Cassie woke up at three different times, screaming and shouting, pleading not to be hit. If she had this much trauma from pain, I wondered how she came to like this lifestyle; the BDSM lifestyle. I wondered why she allowed us to inflict pain on her. I wondered how she got pleasure from it.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.