Bdsm Training Story Novels & Stories

Me, I was steady, predictable, if someone complained about boring coffee, I would hand them a new mug. I gave an inward sigh, that's how Lizzie talked me into "leaving my comfort zone"and "exploring new options"or as she put it, "finding a man who could make your panties wet with just a glance". There was no way I was going to tell Lizzie that despite my modest lifestyle, I was hoarding BDSM books secretly in the back of my closet. They had been sitting next to my nightstand, these books being a recent addition to my romance collection, but my ex-boyfriend Charles had found them and when I confessed it was something I had wanted to try he flipped out and called me a freak stating I needed he

“Play with your tits for me.” She smiles and leans back, pinching her nipples between her fingers. My restraint snaps. I thrust inside of her—slow, but deep. “Oh fuck, sir,” she moans, clawing at my shoulders. “You’re going to ride me now, slowly,” I say, grinding into her. “You still need to hear the rest of the story.” “Yes, sir,” she pants, starting to move. I continue, even as I lose myself in her rhythm. “I took the job. The dom—his name was Markus—was intense, but brilliant. He trained me. I was a natural. I started studying the scene. Learning the psychology behind dominance. The control. The care. The responsibility. It changed my life.”

"I knew you were fascinated by her Devon, but this?" Dominique asked. Devon smiled disarmingly. His charm was legendary, as was his ability to manipulate people. "Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught."

Regina asked. "Twenty-four hours to learn how to lick pussy, deep throat cock, tolerate punishment, and be pleasing to a Master or Mistress," Lisa replied. "Scott wanted to be sure I would actually enjoy being a sex slave before accepting me as his sex slave since I'd never had the same fantasies as Julia did." "I should send Ron for training," Regina said. "My understanding is she does train males to be subs as well. Master said he saw one there went he was learning how to be a Master. He was in a cage lapping his food from a dish. We've both seen male sex slaves at a BDSM club we visited."

“I have asked myself the same thing, Lois. Apparently some people just aren’t cut out for it, or so I’ve been told, which leads me to the question: would you like to have a shot at it?” There was a pause as I digested her offer. I didn’t usually go for sloppy seconds, but this was a special case. Having been absolutely destroyed when I’d realised my return to field duty would not be as expedient as I’d hoped, I think I was more upset that I hadn’t got a chance to explore the BDSM lifestyle a bit further. There were a lot of questions floating around my head that I would have loved answers to, and three weeks' training would certainly help me out with those. I also wanted to see if James was

He said. "You showed her your dungeon?" I asked him with a surprised face, that place was built for playing with our mistress who has since retired and decided to be an author. She writes about the BDSM world and what really happens. I think that she is trying to show people that what we do might be for everyone but that it doesn't mean it is wrong.

She asks and I smirk at her. "That's for me to know." I warn her. "How is Blondie?" She asks and I tilt my head. "I really don't know, when this happens, he doesn't call me for two days until he gets to a payphone." I explain. "How did you get into bdsm?" She asks and I arch a brow. "I want to know." She whispers. "When I was twenty years old, I knew I liked pain, and liked it a lot. I wanted to see how far it went so I just showed up at a club that was well known, met with a dom who led me through training." I answer.

~SCARLETT. I’d never felt so alive as I had these past three days. Liam had been teaching me about BDSM, and it was nothing like I’d imagined—it was better. It was everything. After that first lesson—after he cradled me and whispered soft words against my skin while I floated back down from the high—it didn’t take long before we moved into the next. Something about testing my limits, seeing how far my body could go. And God, he taught me well.

I wake up the next day in the best mood I’ve been in forever, I jump up head to the warrior training, Dimitri smiles wide as he sees me approaching. He looks at the warrior’s “today we are being blessed with our Alpha to train with us.” The warriors are excited as I am, and we go through their routine. The sparing goes to a new level as Dimitri, and I battle 8 warrior’s at a time. I leave the training in wolf form and allow Boris his time to run and hunt once he has had his full, I go get in the shower. I dress for the day and walk into my office only to find Sasha standing by the bookcase that is the door to the BDSM room. I enter and growl, “what are you doing in here?”

It took a few seconds before I moved again and began stroking her in and out, letting us both ride our orgasms. A mischievous smile crawled on her sexy lips as she locked eyes with mine, our bodies still rocking back and forth at a slow, controlled pace. “I didn’t know the training program you created for me included this. But this is so good. Do you offer this kind of training program for all of your female warriors?” I had no idea why she asked that. If she was asking for a compliment, she definitely won because she would get it. “No… This kind of program is just exclusive to you. Never offered it to anyone, and I won’t be offering it in the future either.” I told her in a raspy voice befo