Bdsm Training Story Novels & Stories

Many evenings I just laid back on the couch and they ran a train on me until it was time to take me to my room and chain me to my bed. A few nights they had BDSM lessons by someone they brought in. They covered all sorts of topics - wax play, throwing a single-tail, rope, shock collars. Those nights could get pretty painful, being the demo dummy. I was always offered to the instructor to play with uninterrupted after class. That really turned me on, having my body used to reward someone for teaching my Masters how to torture me better. Sometimes one or more of them would take me out. I would be a +1 for a concert or benefit or cocktail party. I was usually expected to service my date at leas

Just a release to experience what they really want. I usually don’t take on clients. I cost in the six-figure range for one night. Usually, we use any of our highly vetted male or female Doms but this was a request from our sister company. A rich female came to her looking for the best for her female friend who was a control freak in need of a good training session. She will be begging for me to break her soon. I exit my office running into my best friend from college and part owner in this company with me, Camden.

It was then that my boyfriend, Brandon Jenner, exclaimed, "You're the top student in our animal training program, Tamara! You've got such a talent for this—every animal you work with follows your orders perfectly. You're the only one fit for the National Day Gala performance!" I heard the familiar speech just as I regained consciousness from the pain of having my bones crushed by a python. In the meantime, my classmates gathered around me, looking at me with anticipation and respect. "What kind of animal are you training this time, Tamara? We're all looking forward to your performance! We're counting on you to bring glory to the college!"

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.

They were all looking at me like I was crazy but little did they know I am good at martial arts, I lied to them all. "It's training, don't forget. It is not a real fight or competition." I told her. "Are you afraid, Alexei?" She asked me. "Yes, please. Where is the training room?" I asked her. "Let's go." She said as she started walking. I followed her and when we got there, she showed me the changing room and I went to change. When I got there, Aurora and others arrived, and they sat on the bench in the audience.

She asked again and i shook my head no and when she did not look up I said no that I did not, that I was so exhausted that I slept off almost immediately my heard touched the pillow , she nodded still and urged me to read the book and that it is very important for my understanding and my training would not begin that day because I have not read the book. “This are my mates Gemini, just like you I have two mates, one is wolf and the other is Daemon , which is why they are the ones training you, we do not have much much time and I know you don’t understand, you will after reading that book” I nodded despite the fact that everything she said sounded like Latin.

But as the training center continued to loom closer and closer, a traitorous part of me felt… safe in his hands. ************************ Damon didn’t stop at the normal training ground that was already familiar to me, he continued forward, passing the crowd of training recruits, deeper into the training facility. “I…where are we…” “Twackkk!” A loud shout followed by a stinking pain came from my behind, from where Damon had spanked me. Heat crept through my face. “Be patient”

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.

I had training that felt like double the work since I am training Cristina, but I also have my training, which I completed. Then I had my lessons with Sam, which became very steamy during our dance lesson. As soon as my lesson finished, I went into the bathroom the dance hall has for us Bampires to shower and freshen up after a long lesson. Sam and I have an agreement that we will not leave out the dance hall together to not give suspicion towards us.

I'm definetly ready to make an exception to the rule. I got a chance earlier today to speak to my mentor. I had an inkling when I was a teenager that I liked sex a little darker, a little rougher than the next guy. I didn't know what to do with that information about myself, but I remained curious. That is until I found an online forum. Like Honey, I like to research. My research led me to others that weren't really vanilla-sex kind of people. I could have watched porn but I wasn't interested in the acts of others as much as I wanted control of my own. I even found a BDSM school where I learned to be a DOM. I didn't get into certain aspects like rope tying, although I do like a good swing. I