Bdsm Training Story Novels & Stories

" Bernard was left completely speechless. After glaring at me with a mix of shame and fury, he turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Instead of looking up, I continued examining my manicure. Truth be told, there was more to the incident than met the eye. That worker was usually honest and dependable. He only ended up livestreaming a suicide attempt because someone had manipulated him into it. Someone had told him that if he went live and tarnished Slater Group's reputation, they would give him a large sum of money. But because I showed up, the whole thing fell apart.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

Yes slave trainers, it's the hardest type of training the company provides, only few would stay through this whole training program and enjoy it. First time we sat together it was just by chance, there was no place for me to sit but next to them, we met talked, they explained a bit about their life their way of training and everything else. They made me blush so badly talking about sexual punishment and pleasures, they told me the punishment can be just as much as enjoyable as being pleasured. That just opened door for a very long discussion, we decided to go out that night and continue our discussion over some drinks. Zeus offered to pleasure me while Athena offered a punishment so I can se

The others started to get out of the hot tub and I handed towels out so they could dry off. "How did you learn?" "Mistress Dark taught me when she taught Julia how to deep throat me." "The woman with the two slaves from last night?" "Yes, she trains dominants and slaves as a business." "People train other people how to do this?" "Yes." "How sheltered has my life been?" Rhonda asked. It was a question for which I had no answer.

I glanced around the red and black room that was now decorated with chains, whips, paddles, candles and other things. As I placed the kits I had bought from an online kink store, onto the back table, I couldn’t help, but to remember the past. That time when Carter and I did bdsm for the first time during our marriage. It was the best time and he enjoyed me being in control. That’s when I found out about the Academy of Pleasurable Desires. Ever since then, I’ve been teaching the students about exploring their sexual kinks. Last year, I didn’t get a lot of students. Apparently, there’s not a lot of students that want to be whipped and chained to the bed. Ugh, mortals, I thought to myself. “Hm,

"That is Zachary, he is our lead Shibari Instructor, he does regular demonstrations on how to safely do this side of BDSM. The woman is his wife, Shiara. He also teaches classes in it for us. A lot of people frown on what we do here, but we are teaching people how to do these things safely to prevent injuries and worse." "I admit, this is nothing I ever even considered. I have always had one woman in my mind. I knew of these places, but they never seemed to really register. It is good to hear what you are doing here. I have heard of many issues where someone is inexperienced, and it has not ended well." "Yes, unfortunately, there is a lot of it, and people are too embarrassed to come to some

Betsy sneered, "Did you only think about seducing him all through the training? Have you learned nothing?!" June received a series of kicks in the stomach from Betsy. The last one broke a rib. "The best way to train sluts like you is by giving them a good beating." Betsy placed her feet on June's Face, putting her weight on her. "Maybe you could learn a thing or two." Unknown to her, Zeus had returned from his trip and went straight to the training ground per usual. By now, a little crowd formed a circle around the women as they watched the peculiar training.

A couple of months later she was having dinner with Jess in the student restaurant when it was time to go back to their lectures Trina said. ‘I don’t want to listen to this boring stuff anymore today let's just go to the bar and get wasted like we usually do’ Jess grabbed her arm, ‘Great idea’ It was a warm Spring afternoon and both girls wore denim shorts and crop tops, their long legs bare and their equally long hair held up in ponytails. They looked stunning, sexy and young turning heads as they entered the Student Bar. The two girls found a booth and Trina ordered two large jugs of their favourite cocktails as they talked and talked with Jess admitting she had gone off the rails when she

’ Bold as brass, I reached for the belt of his jeans. ‘Are you sure?’ He put his hand over mine and stilled it, but I sensed that he didn’t really want to stop me. “Yes! What have we got to lose?’ I wasn’t quite the hotshot trainer that Bryn was, but in my own way I was no mean motivator. Personal development had always been my special forte. ‘If nothing happens for you at least you’ll’ve tried. And as for me, well, there’s nothing wrong with your hands, is there? Or your mouth?’ Even as I said it, it dawned on me what I'd really always liked best in bed anyway!

Heat climbs straight into my face as I realize he is looking at the outline of my nipples, hard and visible through my shirt. “Goddess,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “You really love tormenting me, don’t you?” Damon’s mouth twitches. “That was technically training,” he says lazily, his gaze coming back up to meet mine. I narrow my eyes. “What kind of training is that supposed to be?” “Endurance,” he says immediately. “You have to survive it without wanting more.” I scowl. Deeply. “You’re abusing your position as my trainer.”