Category: Slave training

Slave Training – Master Returns

Slave trainingWhen Master finally came back home, I was in a bad way. My pussy had my panties wet enough to seep through my pants, and I had to change several times. My nipples were sensitive as fuck, and I couldn’t get them to stop rubbing against anything I wore. So, I wound up topless wandering around the house, finishing up my housework. He walked in the door to find me like this, and I immediately dropped my panties and pants, rushing naked to the door to assume the proper position. I felt my pussy leaking down the insides of my thighs, and master sniffed the air, as though he could smell the heat I was in. He lifted me and carried me to the bed, spreading my legs and licking all of my juices, avoiding my clit. I was getting frantic, and he could feel it in how my body was trembling. He reached up and gently caressed my tits, using such light touches on every part of my body. I kept grinding my hips up, and I was begging him for release by the time he finally slid up my body. His hand trailed lightly down my belly and hovered just over my aching pussy. He barely touched my clit, and I was rocketing into orbit. That was when he slid smoothly into me and started thrusting, driving me ever higher, never letting me come down. Fuck, Master loves me so well!!

Master’s Well Trained Whore

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Part of being a good bondage whore depends on your tolerance for pain. When I first became a slave, I was such a wimp. You abused me so bad, saying that I deserved it and that I needed to be “broken.” You dry-fucked me with your large cock. You starved me. I cried and begged. You laughed in my face saying that I needed to toughen up unless I wanted to be sold.

It was like a part of my mind shut down. I became a true BDSM piece of meat. I learned to take a punch without flinching, only thanking you for the pleasure. You let your friends violate me for hours to try to make me beg. But it was too late. That part of me that felt things had been destroyed. I became a fuck-tube and a cum dumpster, nothing more. I was quietly obedient, lady-like even with a busted face and a bruised body. Even as your cock pounded my swollen mouth, my mind belonged only to me. When you realized that I was trained, you eased up on me. I still scream and beg sometimes for your amusement. I pretend that I cannot take one more blow, or one more minute of the terror you inflict but somewhere, in my soul, I’ve grown to love this life. I await your orders, Master. How may I please you tonight?

 

Please Hurt Me

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My hands are tied roughly behind my back. The rope is scratching against my sweating skin. My legs tied up together attached to chain hanging down. I watch a part of me growing impatient as he plays with his instruments now paying me no mind. The bastard is humming, making me grow more annoyed…and anxious. Finally in what felt like forever he turns around coming closer with nothing but a rag in hand. He looms over me pulling my head up by my hair.

He whispers “Hush” and he stuffs the rag into my mouth. Goosebumps cover my body and I shake in anticipation. He knows I won’t go anywhere. He shoves my face back down
before walking away. I almost want to make a noise just to make him angry.

Master and My Little Sister

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Master demanded that I bring him my little sister. He wanted some young, tight pussy to force himself into. We waited until we were home alone and she was playing in her bedroom. I walked in first and told her she needed to take her clothes off. She did as I told her to and I got naked as well. That’s when Master walked in holding his throbbing cock in his hand. I told her not to worry about my friend as I sat her on the bed.

Master commanded me to lick her little cunny until she was nice and wet for him. He watched as I made her squirm and moan, showing her all these new sensations her body was capable of. Then, Master told me straddle her face backwards and hold her legs wide open; it was time. I pushed my cunt onto her little face and told her to lick it the way I did for her. Her little tongue felt so amazing on my clit.

Master rubbed the tip of his dick against her clitty, getting the head nice and wet, before squeezing his thick rod into her tiny hole. She screamed as she was ripped open. Pumping harder and harder into her little fuckhole, he was not concerned that she was in immense pain. While I felt bad for my young sister, I knew better than to question Master.

I forced her to keep her legs open so he could watch as his raw cock slid in and out of her, getting covered in her juices mixed with a little blood. He dumped a fat, creamy nut inside her bald slit before he pushed my face down into the creampie he left behind to eat it all up. I cleaned her snatch like a good whore while Master watched.

BDSM trainer for my Master

Bondage and SubmissionMy Master gave me a new title. Bondage and Submission trainer for the newbies that he’s been collecting. These young girls are so gullible. He plays them on the internet until they trust him. Once he wins their hearts and convinces them to meet him, he pets me in action. I become that mommy that they lack in their lives. As we brainwash the sluts, I become more firm. Then we slowly add in the discipline that they don’t know that they are craving. Mindless little twits who thought they were in love with the Master start to become obedient pets.

Then he disappears, leaving them with me to start their formal training. I beat the desire to live from them, starve them, and break them. Then he reappears to “rescue” them. They are so grateful that they will do anything for him. That’s when he brings in his party. Other P-Daddies and Masters who love the young and innocent. It is a fuckfest as the victims find out the real truth about the BDSM side of his business. Are you ready to share the details and join in the fun as we train young girls to be obedient sluts, ready to be sold to the highest bidder?

The Perfect Whore

Submissive WhoreMy master quit his job. He says he’ll make more money selling my pussy. He has complete control of me. I’ve never told him no. I obey his every command. If he says get on my knees and bark like a dog, I do it. He says he has a bunch of guys ready to fuck my tight pussy. I’ll do all of the work while he collects the cash. I know it’s not a fair partnership, but I want to keep him happy. All of my holes belong to my master, and if he wants them filled by strangers I won’t protest. I like being in a room full of men on my hands and knees completely naked except for a leash around my neck. I like to take on three men at the same time. It feels so good to have hard cocks in my mouth, ass, and pussy while my master sits in a corner and counts the cash.

Nothing but a fuckhole

 

Prostate phone sex

I tongue fucked Masters asshole hard before inserting my finger. Prostate phone sex was one of his favorite games to keep me in line. I had been trained by my husband before he sold me into slavery but Master’s game was quite different.

Master preferred to go to the gym first for a long workout. He reeked of smelly sweat right down to his nut sac. Then he’d also forget to wipe his ass very well. I’d be forced to suck his nasty balls and tongue out the bits of shit and toilet tissue. If I retched, I’d be beaten, so I tongue fucked him deep and hard, lapping every bit of foul matter until he was clean.

Next, I’d suck his cock, easing a finger into his bowels. I’d fuck him slow until I found this special knob deep inside. I could always tell when I hit it, because he’d fuck my mouth furiously. Crouching low over my face, he face fucked me hard, barely letting me come up for air. I’d finger fuck his ass until he was ready to come. He’d pull out with a roar and shoot his load all over my face and hair, calling me a a worthless cunt.

 

Triple Stuffed Whore

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I had been enjoying my punishments too much lately, so Master decided if one cock wasn’t enough to hurt my whore cunt anymore, three should be able to do it. He invited two of his friends over who also were known to take control of their slutty little pets. Master tied my wrists together and then tied my hands to the headboard. The rope was only secured to the center of the headboard, so I could still be flipped over at their whim.

I was completely helpless against three big men. They tore me apart and stuck their dicks in whatever hole was available. One fucked my throat while the others double penetrated me, making me squeal while I choked, trying to gasp for air. That’s when the guy in front of me went to join the others. He squeezed himself in with the other two, somehow, tearing me open.

Tears streamed down my face from the stinging, ripping pain of three rods in me at once. I was so full in between my legs, there wasn’t any room to spare. All of them grunted and continued on without any signs of remorse. Flipping me onto my back, they jerked their fucksticks until they were covering me in their jizz like a filthy whore. Hopefully, I’ll be more respectful to Master in the future to avoid the need for severe punishment.

I wasn’t always submissive.

Bondage and submissionI wasn’t always this submissive. Bondage and submission were never part of my lifestyle. I lived a life of royalty with a doting husband and sweet young ones. I never had to work. My husband asked very little of me. I didn’t realize how much I was failing at my job of being a good wife. Sometimes he would ask me for things. Like wanting me to lick his asshole or give him a gagging blow job. I just laughed at him. I’d catch him late at night looking at BDSM porn. Then came the day that I discovered his mistress, or rather his slave. He had found a submissive woman to do those things that I refused. I vomited when I saw the pics of him beating her or with her wearing a ball gag. I wanted a divorce.

Instead, he made me disappear. Or, rather, he sold me into slavery. My cruel master taunted me with the pics of the poor widower pleading for my return. Soon, he had me declared dead and collected my insurance. I am forgotten. I do not exist.  I am solely a piece of meat. A breathing carcass belonging to my Master. I’m an obedient fuck doll with orifices to be used. Nothing matters now. I can never have my life back. So, now I am that woman. That obedient slut who lives like a pet in a cage, hoping only for a few scraps and a pat on the head. Oh how I wish I would’ve taken my husband seriously and been the woman he asked me to be. But now it’s too late. I am just a BDSM whore now and I beg you for your mercy.

Slave Training and Punishment

Slave trainingMaster had me tied up and hanging from the ceiling again. He’d already spanked my ass and left welts and bruises up and down my ass and thighs. Master placed a shock collar around my throat, and demanded answers, and every time he suspected my answers were lies, he would shock the fuck out of me. My voice got very raw, very quickly. When Master finished questioning me, I thought he’d flog my ass, maybe take the whip or cat-o-nine to me. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Master called out toward the door, and in walked this smug bitch holding a fucking cattle prod! At Master’s direction, she started the prod and slowly moved it closer to my body. I shied away from it as much as the ropes would allow. The first jolt hit my inner thigh, followed quickly by one to my abdomen. I was writhing already, as Master told me that I’d been the most conniving, manipulative little whore he’d seen. She went after my ass cheek next, then my left tit, and I was screaming so much that master put the gag into my mouth. He let her hit me with it 4 more times before he sent her away, smacking her ass on the way out just to show how out-of-favor I’d fallen. I was going to have to work so hard to get back into his good graces. I only hope Master can forgive me…