Bdsm Training Story Novels & Stories

Damian said when I've been trained I can ask Enzo about bdsm so he can be safe with his boyfriend while getting to be rough but for now I'm just going to leave them to it. Right now I've got my own things to be focusing on because Damian is watching me closely to see if I fuck up during training. He told me more about the Dom/sub relationship and I said I was very much into it. He took me to see Marcus yesterday who showed me around his club and in Damian's playroom. He's already showed me all of the equipment and got me to learn the English names so now I'm practicing kneeling positions. These are more difficult as I keep forgetting which names match which position. "Kneeling display," Dami

He doesn't need to worry about that anymore, now I'm his submissive and work in the bar at the bdsm club through the secret corridor. That's right, the sexy man who owns the club is into bdsm and trained me to be his submissive. I've been a member of his club for two months now and I moved in so I didn't have to crash on my friends couch anymore. Moving in was one of the best decisions I've ever made, when he isn't running the club we're having sex and it's amazing. My asshole hasn't had a rest since I got here. The training was intense and I got spanked almost every training session for misbehaving. It's just so difficult to listen to orders and follow them.

I continued. "You are supposed to be training." He grunted, his hand that was resting under my pussy, palmed me. "We could be doing so much more than that." I moaned out. "You have been tempting me all night." He growled, squeezing my pussy. Another moan left my mouth. "It's time to teach you a lesson.”

But it was even better to see him react to my touch, I was rewarded with a blatant erection in his boxers during our last training. The hardest part for me was to refrain from asking him to become my submissive from the first day. I didn't want to scare him with such a hasty decision. But the truth is I didn't want Justine or any other dominants to take care of his less theoretical training. A large part of the submissive training includes a lot of talking, learning basic positions and getting familiar with all the accessories used in bdsm. Like the cross, the bench, the swing and so on without really involving sex. However, there is still a session where things go a little more practical a

Damien trying different positions, training her body: Monday: Bondage training. He tied her to the bed in different positions, fucked her while she was helpless. Tuesday: Deepthroat training. He spent two hours teaching her to take his entire fifteen inches down her throat without gagging. Wednesday: Endurance training. He fucked her for three hours straight....multiple positions, multiple orgasms, pushing her stamina. Thursday: Toy training. Vibrators, dildos, plugs....he used them all on her, sometimes alone, sometimes while fucking her.

​​​​Sage. We fucked once in the training room where Dominic was teaching me how to read an opponent’s movement before they could strike. It had turned into a save fuck fest. He sucked on my clit with reckless abandon in the shower as we washed off all the sweats. It felt so good to be wanted once again even if I knew that my fairy tale was not going to last. Dominic was gentle and patient when he taught me the ways of the wolf. I learned fast and digested moves very quick.

They moved through more exercises—lunges where he stood in front of her and she came up with her face level with his crotch, planks where he positioned himself above her and she could see his dick hanging heavy in his shorts, stretches where his hands roamed over her body under the guise of "checking her form." Every touch was deliberate. Every position strategic. Every moment designed to drive her absolutely insane. By the time they'd been "training" for forty minutes, Hema was trembling, her leggings soaked through, her nipples hard against her sports bra, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. Kane stood in front of her, his eyes dark and predatory, his dick straining against h

"Because you challenged me. Told me to fuck you harder when most would have cried and tapped out. That's interesting. I want to see what you become with proper training." I should think about this. Consider the implications. "Yes," I hear myself say. His smile is sharp and satisfied. "Excellent. You start tomorrow. And Winrey? Tonight was gentle compared to what you'll experience during training. Wait until Priapus gets his hands on you. Or until Luxuria teaches you how women fuck. Or until you're in one of Ecstasia's orgies with twenty people and you can't tell whose hands are whose anymore." My pussy clenches despite my exhaustion.

Finally, it’s time to tell him. My cheeks turn red as I type the message. Me: When you said dirty things to me. Will: Elaborate on it. I want every little detail. I take a deep breath before starting to write about my favourite BDSM session with him. With every word I write, I become wetter and wetter.

“..BDSM.” Nina’s lips parted in a small gasp, then she smirked. “Ah, right. You finally told him?” I nodded. “And he didn’t freak out. He’s been really open-minded, actually. He even watches videos to learn.” “Videos?” She blinked. “Yah, Juno, that’s not how real doms learn. That’s how they hurt someone by accident. You trust this man with this?” “He’s careful,” I said quickly, though the words came out weaker than I wanted.