Romans & histoires Femdom Sissy Training

A lot just end up quitting the training because they come to realize that they don’t want to be told what to do or ask for permission; they just think it’s fun to be spanked or paddled. My second session is a bit harder for me after what happened with Ella today. I feel as though I have no right to be training a Dom and his sub when I can’t even take care of my own, but by the time the session ended, I was quite happy with myself. The Dom is an experienced one who only wanted help in learning how to train because he has always had experienced submissives, but then fell in love with a woman who wanted to learn how to serve him. Turns out that she is a natural born submissive, and I think he’s

To tell you the truth, I always choose the newest ones, but today I’d rather have the older hen. “You.” I told her without waiting for her to initiate the conversation, and when her hazel eyes began to sparkle, I continued by saying, “Follow me.” I didn’t have to look back to know she was smiling when I picked her. I entered the code to my VIP room—I call it the dungeon—and went inside. Viola knows better. I hate small talk; they make things clingy, and I don’t do clingy. I fuck and go. I lowered my mouth to her ear and put my hand around her neck as I heaved a sigh and tightened my grip on her neck, choking her. “Would you like your girls to watch when I fuck you? I mean, they need to learn

"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." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

"If you just started, how did you become so good?" "Master put us to training with a dominatrix who keeps female slaves. She made sure we were competent rug munchers before she finished our training. We were pleasing or we were punished, plus we couldn't cum unless our Mistress came," I said. "We're to seduce and love our Master in the same way, to always strive to be pleasing to him no matter what we're experiencing ourselves." "And Scott sent you to the same training, Lisa?" Regina asked.

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.

He continued this for two hours, fucking her pussy with increasingly large dildos, gradually increasing the size of the anal plug, occasionally making her come (with permission), occasionally denying her when she got close. Finally, he removed all the toys and positioned himself behind her. "Now you take my cock. After all that stretching, you should accommodate me easily." He pushed into her pussy, and despite all the stretching, his cock felt huge, filling her completely. "Perfect," Dominic groaned. "Your pussy is properly trained now. Taking my cock like it was made for it." He fucked her for thirty minutes....brutal, deep strokes that had her crying out despite the command for silence. E

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

A sub wouldn't work with him either unless he could find the softest dom ever who'll never punish him. Blake spanked him few times when he misbehaves and he hated every second of it. He doesn't even want to think what a dom would do to him, he'd probably just break down to tears or go domeless. His best options are either a little or a Neko, they are different but share being the softest kind of relation. He didn't mind being either of them so with his finger crossed he went into the classification room. Kayla stayed with him until it was time to close his eyes and let the machine test him. She squeezed his hand one last time before leaving and everything went black.

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

he said with a smirk “we both know this has been a long time coming, Monica. You lack discipline, and yet you crave it! You need an older man, a father figure to straighten you out. You need to be spanked, Monica. You need to be spanked like the naughty little girl you are.” With those words he dropped to one knee in front of me, and then grabbed me under the arms, like you would a small child. I squealed as he dragged me across the floor towards him, and then bent me over his knee. He was so strong, and no matter how much I kicked and writhed he had no trouble in bending me over and tugging down my jeans so that my ass was on display. I opened my mouth to scream out as loud as I could – but