Novel & Cerita Femdom Sissy Training

me have them." She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and began to insert the beads, each one stretching him more than the last, making him squirm and whimper. "That's a good boy," she purred, her fingers tracing the line of his spine. "You take them so well." Next, she retrieved a cock ring, its metal gleaming in the light. She secured it around his cock, feeling it pulse and throb against her fingers. "This is to make sure you don't cum until I say so," she explained, her voice a low, dangerous promise. "You understand, don't you, my pet?" The sub nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Domica then grabbed a can of whipped cream, spraying it liberally over his face, his chest, and h

"I'm not. You remain my slave, but I've never trained a slave, Sam trained mine. Shasta has trained a slave, so has Julia. I'm putting them in charge of your training. You will call Shasta Mistress and Julia Domina while they train you. When they feel you're sufficiently trained. I'll take over." Whore looked horrified. At least she'd thought she was submitting to a man. Turning her over to Shasta might be the worst thing which could happen to her. Tears flowed down her cheeks again, though it was the only sign of her distress. "I think we need to start with Whore's cunt licking training," Shasta said. "She probably don't need as much dick sucking training. After all, she live with them Stro

“Tell Daddy who you belong to. she answered I belong to you! I’m Daddy’s little submissive mate. My holes are yours to train and ruin! He rewarded her by slamming his cock back inside and finally letting her cum. Monalisa screamed as the orgasm crashed through her, walls passing violently around his thickness. He fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach and took her ass again — slower this time, training her to relax and take him deeper. The filthy sounds of lube mixed with her juices and his pre-cum filled the room as he worked his knot against her stretched rim. When it finally locked inside her bowels, he flooded her with another massive load, belly slightly distending fro

“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.”

“Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuck.” He opened the bag and pulled out several items: soft black rope, leather cuffs, a blindfold, and a thick leather belt. My heart raced faster at the sight. “From now on, sweetheart,” he said as he climbed onto the bed behind me, “when we are in this room, you are not just my daughter. You are my submissive little fucktoy. My personal cumslut. Daddy is going to show you exactly how he wants sex. Rough. Controlling. Deep. And you are going to take every single thing I give you. Understand?”

Amiya was in the middle of her climbing and she had to stop in the air. "I love sucking your big-bite sausage, darling. So yummy. Ummm, I love licking you so much, honey." The woman whispered with her sexy voice and making the sound in her throat as if her mouth was full of something. "Ah ... Yeah, very good. Faster, Mindy. Oh, yeah ... Oh ... take me deep in your throat ... Oh, just like that. Oh, God. So fucking good. Ahh..."

Men were everywhere, most of them training, some tending to repairs on portions of the inner wall, others taking a rest and drinking water from a pail close to the steps of the keep. As if sensing her fatalistic thoughts, Crispen looked up, his green eyes bright with fear. Her arms were looped around his body, her hands tied together in front of him, and she squeezed him to try to reassure him. But ’twas God’s truth, she was shaking like the last leaf in autumn. The soldier leading her horse pulled up, and she had to fight to stay in the saddle. Crispen steadied them by grabbing onto the horse’s mane.

The man knew the power he held over Libia, and he used it to his advantage, pushing her to the limit, entering her without mercy. Despite everything, she always asked for more, as if those spankings and hair pulls only fueled her desire. When it was over, her chest heaved from the lack of air. When Libia regained her composure, she dared to ask him about the pale-skinned, red-haired woman she had encountered in the kitchen. “She’s my personal assistant,” he replied. “Your kidnapping assistant?” “I do more than just deprive people of their freedom, brat.” “Hey, I thought I made it clear that I don’t like being called brat.”

“I need to cum so bad. My cunt is aching for you.” Damien stood up and slapped my wet pussy lightly with his hand. “Not yet. Cry for me first.” He went back down, using his mouth and different toys. One was a thick dildo he pushed inside me slowly while licking my clit. “Feel that? It’s training your wet cunt to take whatever I give,” he said between licks. I moaned and pulled hard on the ropes. The stretching felt so full, but he never let me finish. Hours passed like this. My voice grew hoarse from pleading.

I felt tears start to run down my cheeks as I looked away from Leo briefly, "He was bored with beating me since I'd stopped begging by that point. I took every hit silently, which, to him, was no fun at all. So...he decided to see if I could offer him a different type of entertainment...he ripped my clothes off of me and, after toying with me for a while, he raped me...repeatedly. Until my voice was hoarse from screaming and the tears and sweat had drenched my face...I couldn't move out of the small puddle of my blood and his...fluids, which caused him to laugh as he left me there." I remember being both numb and in excruciating pain.... "Eventually, my body grew used to it as it became part