Subliminal Wife Training Novels & Stories

"Do you want to tell her, Julia?" "It's not malfunctioning, Marcia. It's called a Slave Trainer. Its designed function is to bring a slave to the cusp of orgasm, then shut itself off when it detects one is going to start. You can't have a climax in one unless you bring one on yourself, which is prohibited." Marcia got this horrified expression on her face. "Fuck, no!" Marcia exclaimed. "I'm afraid so," I said. "But I'll let you have an orgasm as soon as you beg to be fucked."

"You're only getting a whiff of it. Try wearing a Slave Trainer for several hours or a day. Being denied a climax once an hour is a breeze and it's only while you're at home. Imagine if it was at work, or at night while you're trying to sleep. You'll realize Julia's being kind to you, not fiendish." "Doesn't feel that way to me now." "It will before we're done," I promised. Janet shivered. Exercise went well. We were all hot and sweaty when we finished. Lisa and I took showers there since we had clothes to wear. It meant we could get right to it when we got home. My clothes tended to be loose and flowing, so as not to impede Master's use of me, but when I put my clothes on after showering, s

Her face flushed, and she quickly said, "Don't get it wrong! I don't like you!" She turned abruptly and hurried back to her seat. Grace watched Martha and then glanced at Henry from afar. She thought Martha had developed feelings for Henry. How could that have happened? Martha had trained in the Supreme Detachment Technique, which was supposed to make her immune to romantic feelings. Yet, Henry had broken through her defenses in just a short time. She could not allow that to continue. However, considering the earlier events, she could not possibly defeat him unless she seduced Henry with her beauty.

Training Training activities will include: domestic skills training, offering of self when requested on bended knee, proper answers, orgasm control, anal training to increase my ability to offer every hole as he wishes, learning to present myself as a submissive full of poise, grace, and beauty in public and private, learning protocols and rituals throughout this contract on needed basis; any other training activities as Nathaniel Madden deems fit. 5. Orgasm Control I am to achieve orgasm only by express permission of my Dominant.

The relevant line was in the second one. “I know you think Mara is too young for this and that we should have gone through an agency, but Van, she's the only person I trust completely. She loves me the way family loves people. She already has a family.” I read it twice. Vanessa had this. She had been sitting on it for three years. I took a photo of the email, sent it to Mara, and sat for a while in the quiet of my storage room with the photograph of the two women in my hand, one of them gone and one of them waiting for me on Saturday.

I love moments like these. It’s like high octane for me. Having complete control of a submissive woman is my drug of choice. Trust is the key. I’ll train Angelique to comply with my every demand. In time it’ll be automatic, like a reflex. During sex I want her to be all instinct and raw, primitive desire. “Not yet,” I say. “Soon. You’re doing very well,” I coax and soothe her. I may sound insensitive when I say this, but that is the art of training, much like with a dog, you need to withhold the treat long enough in order to get what you want and then offer it as a reward.

"Don't fight. Show your husband how well-trained you are." His fingers worked her. Rough. Demanding. And her body—God, her traitorous body—started responding. "No," she sobbed. "Please no—" "Yes," Dante breathed. "Cum for me. Cum while your husband watches. Show him what I've done to you." She tried to fight it. Tried to hold back. But he'd trained her too well. Three weeks of forced orgasms. Three weeks of her body learning to respond despite her mind. She came with a broken moan. Hating herself. Hating that James was watching. Hating that this was his last memory of her.

I whispered, looking up at him. “This feels wrong. I’m not some whore you can train like this in your office.” He reached down and cupped my chin, thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “You are my wife for the year. Wives learn to please their husbands. Start by kissing it through the fabric. Nice and slow. Show me you can be obedient.” I leaned forward, my breath shaky, and pressed my lips to the hard bulge in his pants. The material was warm from his body heat. I kissed along the length of it, feeling how thick and heavy he was even through the cloth.

Proof of everything. His hands started shaking. He flipped through page after page. There were letters Sophia had sent him during the hardest times in their marriage. Letters he had never seen before. Messages she had sent when she was trying to reach him. Attempts to fix things. Attempts to talk. All of them had been blocked. There were also replies he had written that Sophia had never gotten. “She had an entire system,” Morales continued, his voice steady. “She intercepted and destroyed anything that would have brought you and your wife closer. She even rerouted some of your replies so they never reached her. She made it look like you were both ignoring each other.”

I saw she was close and since I was already training her, I needed to be consistent. "you can only cum after I have cum" I said as I sat down and spread my legs, I knew it was very wicked and heartless of me but one thing I was taught about natural subs was that they’ll go the extra mile for you if properly motivated. I saw frustration written all over Elaina’s face and it pricked my heart but I enjoyed the new power I now have over her and to an extent Karl, She gave me that look that says ‘if I can get her off quickly then maybe I can get to cum'. she quickly pulled up my skirt and sucked in my clit.