Master Slave Training Novels & Stories

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

It was the last step in proving yourself, showing your loyalty, and showing you believed in what they were doing… Even if you didn't truly believe in it. None of us had any idea what this rite of passage entailed until we were in the ceremony room. Right there, in front of everyone, you had to be fucked by the master trainers and master guards. Master was the highest level you could be. It's like the commander of his army or the Captain of his team. There were five of us graduating, fourteen master trainers and guards. Standing around the room were the witnesses there to watch. It added to the trill for them, and added to our humility.

My voice was barely above a whisper. “Master is getting married!”

"It was just after my slavery started and Master gave me a task to perform. I had a seduce a sales clerk in a clothing store, licking her pussy and getting her to lick mine. If I couldn't seduce her to lick me, I had to wear a Slave Trainer all during our dinner out without any orgasms. If I seduced one into allowing me to lick her, I could have two orgasms, but only if I sucked Master off under the table to earn it. If she also licked me, I could have unlimited orgasms. I only earned the two orgasms so I was suffering quite a lot. Our waitress noted my suffering and asked for the reason. I told her I couldn't get a sales clerk to lick me. She offered to lick me herself if Master removed my

Tony inquired as Sophia chuckled. "Let's forget about that for now." She made a small laugh and said instead, "what about you? I mean your training." "Training is going fine as you can see, nothing I can't handle." He smiled in return. "I see." Sophia hummed softly and just immediately Tony's name was called. He stood up, dusting his pants and hugged her. "But be careful about your train master. The man got tactics." He warned as Sophia gave another small laugh. "I will." She smiled as they both shook hands and gave a high-five and Tony walked away.

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

Master hates when submissive isn't properly dressed up and washed. Rule No.5: Don't talk to any male no matter who they are till Master asked submissive to do so. Except for Mr Valentino Master's father. P.S: IF SUBMISSIVE BROKE ANY RULE EITHER INTENTIONAL OR WITH MISTAKE. PUNISHMENT IS COMPULSORY. With that, the first page ended up. I gulped before placing the rest papers in the drawer. I think it's enough for now I have to digest all these rules first before learning others.

"Yes. I can't offer you...WE can't offer you what they have. The supervision. The training. The money when you're done. You'll be set for life. We can't go back to how things have been. I see now that this is the best way forward." So he didn't want to stand in my way, or he didn't want me? Did it matter? It did matter, but I felt like he wasn't giving me a choice here, so it added up the same. I took a deep breath. "I'm sure my Masters know what is best for me. I'm sure if you think I am worthy, Sir, that I will be safe with you. I accept your offer." "Excellent! We'll send a slave trainer to collect you in a few days. He'll be piercing your nipples and your labia - we find the rings are an

The mistress is long gone and Master Lucas is administering the training today. We are taking relevant breaks in between, so I don’t lose the ability to use safe words due to constant fucking arousal. So far, he has been patient with me. He explained many things, along with the value of a trusted partner and proper techniques. Even if it’s being implemented on me, I should know if A Dom is doing it right or not. I am standing next to a pole. My hands are not tied or restricted. Master Lucas said that’s not needed in first training.

"You suck the head, Babe. And lick too. I want to see that tongue." I'm trying, but it's not easy. Richard and my Master are building speed, building tempo, pumping me harder. Ram-rodded, doubled-barrelled-style, my spine arched back, my lungs heave. Inside I'm clutching and clenching. My clit throbs an SOS to my pussy, and Pussy takes no notice. Richard is being careful, taking it easy, but now his slow strokes are mismatched to my Master's who bangs into me. Slamming upward, he spears me with every stroke, ramming me inside, colliding with my inner walls.