Master Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

Master was finally using her and not just playing with her now. He assaulted her mouth for a few minutes but started shooting long thick streams of cum down the back of her throat. She felt her pussy throb even more as the third stream of cum coated the roof of her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and pulled up his pants. "The training seems to be going well. She's pretty good at blowjobs already. How much has she done already, Lisa?" "So far only one, Master." "Then she must learn fast." He walked out of the room and they could hear him talking to Mistress Joan about something but they couldn't make out the words. It was their bedtime so they knew they better go to bed before they got into

“Well I wasn’t going to make you say it because there’s no point in stating the obvious but hearing it was amazing though. Then again I was the one who sent her master to train her.” Sir. Eletrish replied with a laugh. “You know you can be an asshole sometimes right? Also you set up the master to train her?” Adam replys with as much of a smile as he can muster with his head throbbing in pain. “ I know I’m just having a bit of fun but in all seriousness Yes I sent the master to train her the imagination sector leader years ago told me about her wanting to master the art of the silent

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever underestimate the enemy. I’m going to do my best this time to kill the boy!” Sir Osborn expressed his astonishment, saying, “Did you make a breakthrough in your training, Master Chene?” Master Chene said nonchalantly, “That’s right. I’m considered a Smasher to a certain extent now, only lacking progress energy-wise. “However, my training is in cursing techniques, so the progress of my mind expansion is prioritized more.”

The more powerful a training method was, the quicker one would improve, and the brighter one's future would be! He was already at the Intermediate Innate State. If he managed to obtain a Basic or Advanced Progressive class method, it would be much easier for him to become a Supreme Master in the future. To him, becoming a Supreme Master was his greatest wish in life! "Listen well!" Leon had his hands behind his back as he recited Demon Execution to Mason. Mason was fully focused as he quickly remembered it all.

“Do you still consent to everything we do here? Remember your word.” I thought of the silk in my bag and the blindfolded darkness I had learned to trust. I thought of the way my voice trembled when I first admitted what I wanted. “Yes,” I said. “I consent.” She smiled, satisfied. “Then follow me.” The training room smelled of waxed wood and a faint tang of iron. It was smaller than the main chamber but more intense for it — built for learning, for repetition. Racks of implements lined one wall: floggers coiled like sleeping vines, paddles of different weights, cuffs and chains polished to a dull shine. A few low platforms and a bench were arranged like stations in a classroom. There were no

After all, this was his first time meeting someone as slow and oblivious as me. With that thought in mind, he put down the menu and said, "Now, then." I looked around. The men playing the men-in-black bodyguards from the dark room were not there. Now, only Theodore and I were in the private room. Which meant he wanted me to roleplay with him. There was no script either, so he must want me to improvise. Thinking of how Nora had said this movie was an action movie, I pulled the switchblade out of my pants pocket and pointed the tip at Theodore.

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

Mica answered spitefully, her hands fisted beside her Octavia kept her mouth shut, imagining her sister's thoughts. It appeared he was going to be a problem for her. "How long would the training last?" She asked after a while. "Don't know. Mine was a little long - took some weeks. But if you're able to please the Master faster, he might shorten it for you" She replied and Octavia nodded in understanding. She felt that wasn't an option cause the Master couldn't be pleased. Obviously not - not with that cold face of his.

His belt repeatedly hitting my boobs over and over and over again, my tits were begging for mercy… my boobs were redder than I have ever seen them before. I screamed, I yelled, I shouted, I trashed my legs over the bed… begging and pleading for my master’s mercy… He gave me none. At a point I lost my voice, I lost the strength to cry or yell. So I laid there on the bed, while my master punished me… only small whispers of cries could be heard from me, to know I was actually still alive. My master finally did stop, seeing I was already punished enough, that I have already learnt my lesson. He was right, I have over learnt my lesson… in the nearest future to come, I will never ever lie to my ma

“Feel how deep I am?” Jasmine moaned, voice muffled against the tablecloth. “Yes—yes, Master—” His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her there, keeping her pinned as he drove his cock deeper, fucking and pounding her pussy like it was going to be his last. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you love being fucked like this.” Jasmine’s toes curled. Her stomach tightened in pleasure, lips trembling. “I—I love it—Master—I love it—oh fuck—”