Bdsm Slave Training Story Novels & Stories

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

“Got it?” “Yes, alpha.” I nodded, even though I didn't know what he meant by using it on an empty stomach. Will I die if I try it? Or pass out? “Get out… the mistress should be waiting, and learn to know your boundaries too.” My fingers curled into a fist. I knew he was talking about Camila. “I've not eaten anything. I'm so weak.” I managed to say to him. He chuckled, “You still don't know what being a slave means?” Then he pulled away his body from the couch and strode towards me. “This is just the beginning of your torture.”

Luke hopped in too. Meanwhile, Lisa walked inside her office angrily with Dina trailing behind her. “What happened Lisa? You just slapped Alfred King” Dina said and Lisa turned to her angrily. “That monster fucking had the gut to touch me after what he did to me? God!! Everyone thinks he's a great man not knowing he’s a fucking monster. I'm gonna hit him over and over again. I hate him” Lisa yelled angrily and Dina swallowed hard. Lisa had told her about how she was bought n turned into a sex slave, tortured, and almost died but she never told her who the man was. Does that mean it was Alfred King?

"Take care of yourself hmm? And most importantly don't go around causing trouble this time around." I smiled at her and she shook her head and left. Once the door had closed, I replayed the conversation I had with Gabriele Andino in my head. Shortly I would be invited to have dinner with him and Basilio and honestly, I dreaded it. I took a shower and changed my clothes as I winced in pain. Sara did not take it lightly with me. I sat on the bed reading a new romance novel I'd gotten from Sofie and I was engrossed in it. The story was about a girl who was in the same situation as I was. She was sold off as a slave, a sex slave that is, but I wasn't forced to do anything. Then I heard a loud kn

I hauled her up by her jaw and dictated my rules. The real shock came when I questioned her about her history and experience. She confessed she was a virgin. My cock surged inside my pants, pulsing violently. The only virgin I had ever touched in my entire life had been my late wife. Now, this mystery woman was going to be the second. Training a woman from scratch in the world of BDSM is a grueling process. It takes immense work. But I had already bought her time. If I didn't break her in, another man would gladly take my place.

Brandon and Matt shared a smirk before Brandon turned back to his boy and said, "That's good, boy, but I want to know how you actually feel about what you're experiencing and how all of this makes you feel. I know you are a good little loyal slave fuckboy, so you don't have to spout out the training rhetoric to me right now. I want you to pretend that you are still a free boy and have the right to voice your opinion on sucking a hard cock, swallowing hot cum, having your asshole fucked by a thick cock, feeling the warmth as your asshole is bred with hot man seed, and you are forced to kiss a gay man that enjoys kissing young boys like you. Tell me what you really feel, boy. You will be doing

Perfect. "Safeword?" "Red, Master." "You won’t need it." I started with her throat. Hours of slow, deliberate training. I fucked her mouth until tears ruined her makeup and black streaks ran down her chest. I held her deep until her throat fluttered around me, then let her breathe only when she earned it. Each time she took me without gagging, pride burned hot in my chest. My perfect little whore, shaped exactly for my pleasure. When her jaw shook, I moved lower.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

The only thing that could have made this moment even more perfect would be if Mistress were here pressing her sweet soft body against mine as well. "If you were my sub, I would take you home and punish you for doing this to yourself. There's no reason for you to come out when you are feeling this way," he whispered harshly in my ear. The memory of one of his punishments welled up, and my stomach clenched as a wave of heat flooded me. -My backside wiggled provocatively, not intentionally, though. I was testing the restraints as soon as Master got done strapping me to the sawhorse. I let out a loud hiss when a quick smack landed on my backside, stilling me immediately.

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.