Slut Training Novels & Stories

Hendrix appears at my head, guiding his thick cock back to my lips. "Suck me while he eats you out. Let's see how well our little trainer can multitask." I take him in my mouth, moaning desperately around his shaft as Sawyer works me toward another orgasm. The other four stand around the training table in a loose circle, stroking themselves steadily, watching like they're studying game film of a particularly impressive play. "Look at her taking it." West's voice is rough with want. "Both ends at once and she's loving every fucking second. We definitely picked the right one."

“Just put it in. Please.” “No.” His voice was firm, almost cruel. “You’re not ready. This pussy needs training first.” He pulled his fingers out suddenly, then spun me around and pushed me onto the couch on my back. He spread my legs wide, kneeling between them. “Look at this messy cunt. All red and swollen. Dripping everywhere.” He slapped my pussy lightly. I jerked and moaned. He pushed three fingers back in, deeper this time, and used his other hand to rub my clit fast.

When he slides his tongue out and wraps his lips around my clit to give me a good suck, I throw my head back and yell, “Fuck, Slater!” “You okay, baby?” he asks, watching me as he flicks my clit with his tongue until my whole body is shaking with need. “I need to cum,” I beg. “Please make me cum.” He gives my clit a kiss before standing back up and grabbing onto me. “Not yet, sweet girl. You can cum when I fuck you.” “Then you better fuck me soon,” I say, wrapping my arms and legs around him tightly as he carries me over to the pool table.

After breakfast came the real training. Jack tied my hands loosely behind my back with soft rope and made me kneel in front of the fireplace. He spent the next hour teaching me proper positions—how to present my ass when he wanted it, how to spread my knees wide and arch my back, how to hold my mouth open like a good little toy. Every time I did it right, he’d reward me with his fingers or his tongue. Every time I hesitated, he’d spank me until I cried out. “You’re not a college girl anymore,” he told me while fingering me slowly from behind. “You’re Daddy’s forest slut. Say it.”

"Fix bad sex in marriage." Many links came up. Some were videos. Some were books. But one caught her eye. It was an ad for the Institute of Sensual Arts. "Private 30-day program. Unlock your pleasure. Professional trainers. Discreet." Rebecca clicked on it. The website looked clean and expensive. It promised results. Real transformation. Women who went there learned to enjoy their bodies. They learned to drive their partners wild. "This could work," she whispered. "I can become the wife he wants. Then he will stay."

Slut had trouble behaving herself, somewhat intentionally I believed. "Scott, how wonderful you called. Does your slave require additional training?" "Actually, I have someone else interested in becoming a sex slave, but she doesn't know anything about it other than what she witnessed over the course of a few hours last night. Before I accept her slavery, I'd like her to have a 24 hour crash course on the meaning of sex slavery." "You're taking my advice and giving your slave some competition so she becomes better. How nice for you."

“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

Now, when they call me their slut, I get excited. “That’s right, baby, and what do little sluts do?” “They let their masters fuck them until they come all over, Master Jory.” “Good girl, now come, and keep coming as many times as you want.” “Thank you, Master Jory!” Suddenly, a sting rips across my clit and I realize that Jory just slapped it, but it has me coming hard, “OHH...GOD!!!”

Damien made a low sound in his throat that sent another pulse straight to my clit. “You are very responsive,” he said. “That is going to make training you much more enjoyable.” His fingers traced along my slit without pushing inside. He just teased the wet skin and circled my swollen clit lightly until my hips twitched. “Stay still. I am going to put this plug in you now. It will stay inside until I decide to take it out. You will feel it with every movement today. That is part of your new role. Understanding that your body is no longer yours to control.”