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My new slave - A special kind of training
Today is the day. My new slave will come to me for her first session. I am looking forward to it. At our first meeting she had already thrilled me. Curvy, handy, pleasantly submissive and yet an exciting character.
We drank coffee and talked about our wishes and ideas. And then made the appointment today. With me, in my private little studio. I have already prepared everything for her.
I let my gaze wander through my basement studio once again. It is surprisingly bright for many of my visitors. A light floor, light walls and an equally light ceiling. Well lit. After all, I want to see what I'm doing. The BDSM furniture is much more eye-catching for that. The floor pillar in the middle of the room.
I let my gaze wander through my basement studio once again. It is surprisingly bright for many of my visitors. A light floor, light walls and an equally light ceiling. Well lit. After all, I want to see what I'm doing. The BDSM furniture is much more eye-catching for that. The floor pillar in the middle of the room.
A BDSM clinic chair for very special examinations. And on the walls, the toys. Cabinets and shelves, hooks and ropes, everything in its place and prepared for quick availability. The room is perfectly tempered. Warm enough that my slave will not freeze in a moment. It's time to go back upstairs.
The session begins
My young slave stands before me. I greeted you warmly and we had a drink in peace. You can already notice the lack of experience. She is nervous. But that does not bring me out of the calm. I take the lead. Go down to the basement together with her.
Not yet into the studio. But into the adjoining bathroom. With brief words I explain to her that she can shower here in peace. I point to the clothes I have laid out for her. I see her eyes widen when she sees the deep red lingerie. I have made an effort with the selection. The room is pleasantly warm.
The underfloor heating works vigorously so that you can really feel comfortable here. I am curious myself, because I have not yet seen the young slave girl naked. But I will still be able to do that with enough time during the training. I explain to her where she should come after the shower and leave her alone.
The training of the young slave
I wait in my studio. Everything is prepared. I hear exactly how long the shower is running. I hear how the water is turned off. Imagine how the young lady dries herself thoroughly and slowly and concentrated with the new clothes.
My pulse is also slowly rising. I am curious how far I can go with the slave. With newcomers, tact is always required. There is a knock at the door. I swallow again, clear my throat and open the door. There she stands. The body perfectly staged by the sexy lingerie.
The dark hair falls into her face. She keeps her eyes lowered. Very good. "Follow me" with a curt command I go ahead. I hear her footsteps behind me. I stop and turn around. She also stops and looks me in the face. A mistake I would not let an experienced slave get away with.
But today I am merciful. "Keep your eyes to the ground as long as I don't address you, slave!" I order her. Immediately she lowers her gaze. I circle her and take my first look at her body. Curvy, feminine, pleasant to the touch.
I like it when my slaves offer something more to touch. Only dogs play with bones. She doesn't know where to put her hands. She keeps them crossed in front of her crotch. With a strong grip I correct this. Her hands to her sides.
I push my foot between her closely spaced feet. I push them shoulder width apart. Now I can enjoy the sight much better. However, it is time that the slave learns that her body now belongs to me.
She learns surprisingly fast
I go to one of the cupboards at the side of the room. Here the most important utensils are already ready. I know that my new slave is not necessarily into pain. Therefore the whips and crops stay in the cupboard today.
Today we limit ourselves to humiliation. I step behind her. The leather collar is not too wide and pleasantly soft. I put it around her neck from behind. She flinches briefly, but lets me have my way.
I feel her tense up as I pull the mask over her eyes. This costs a lot of trust. But without trust I cannot train a slave. She also lets me do that to her. I bring my mouth closer to her ear. "You are mine now, slave!" I whisper determinedly.
I see goose bumps running over her body. And it's not because of the temperature. With a strong grip on her shoulder, I direct her forward. To one side of the room is one of my favorite pieces of furniture. Dark steel and leather dominate this floor pillory. Carefully I bring her into position.
I explain to her in brief words where she should move her arms and legs. She kneels now on the pillory. Her body in the sexy lingerie looks tempting. The plump butt under the thin layer of fabric speaks to me especially. But now first some work for me.
Tied up and at the mercy
I fix the legs of my slave at the pillory. The hands I still leave free for today. She should still have the feeling of control. She is tense. The position is new to her. She doesn't know what's coming. Time to change this. I let my hand land on her rear end with some momentum. She moans. A good sign.
"You were looking at me earlier without prompting." I say aloud. You can now choose. Would you like 10 strokes on your bottom, or should I choose the punishment?" She thinks. She thinks for a long time. "Lord? Please you pick which punishment I should get!" I am thrilled. She has actually learned.
And her voice sounds so pleasantly thin, so soft, so submissive. I don't think about it for long. I take off my pants and stand in front of her. She can't see me. I reach into her full hair from above. She jerks, a sharp cry escapes her. I pull her head up. She tears open her mouth to gasp for air, but by then I'm already shoving my cock between her open lips.
It takes only a short moment until she understands the situation and starts sucking on my pint. She does her job very well. Too well for my taste. I have to be careful that it's not over too quickly.
The finale begins
I've been playing with my slave for an hour now, I'm sure. Played with candle wax and the nerve wheel on her body. But I have left out her crotch the whole time. She is still clothed. But I will change that now. First of all I roll up the fuck machine, which I bought especially for such moments.
Then I step behind her. For the first time I grab her from behind directly in the crotch. She moans loudly. I feel that the sexy lingerie is completely wet. As if she had leaked during the last lesson. My patience is at an end. I get a pair of scissors. Let them gently and coolly caress her skin. She freezes.
With curt movements I cut the fabric from her body. Finally I see her paradise lying before me. Full lips, glistening with moisture. I accept this invitation and push two fingers between her pulsating labia from behind. She is so wet that I penetrate without difficulty to the stop.
She rears up, moans, gasps and trembles. I pull my fingers back again. Position the fucking machine with the medium-sized dildo. Now slowly push it forward until it lies exactly between her lips. Then I turn on the machine. First slowly, to determine the depth. Then faster. She is whimpering by now.
I know her greatest fear and her greatest curiosity. We've talked, after all. I get the jar of lube and spread it on my cock. Then I dip my finger into the pot. While the fucking machine brings my slave closer and closer to her climax, I put a wet finger on her backdoor and penetrate.
She literally screams out her lust. Seems to hardly notice my finger. The chance is to use it. I exchange the finger with my hard cock. I am careful. Hold it only with pressure in front of the entrance. I feel her twitching under me.
The orgasm comes closer and closer. Suddenly she opens up to me and I penetrate her. I feel the dildo in her pussy, barely moving inside her. Feel the ring of muscle around my cock contracting again and again in orgasm and let her milk me to climax in the process.
She has accomplished quite a bit for the first day of training.
She has accomplished quite a bit for the first day of training.
Ich würde mich freuen, von eurer Sitzung Nr. 2 zu lesen...
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