Memories of Previous Training Sessions
She stands in front of me, hands tucked behind her back, her gaze centred on the floor. She is attempting to appear subdued, although she is unsure how to achieve this look. The desire for me to throw her to the ground and have rough sex with her surges within me, fueling the Beast within.
Exhibit self-restraint.
I swat the leather whip against my hand, creating a loud cracking sound that startles her slightly. She wears a light sundress that dances around her curves, accentuating her charm. A pair of her most daring underwear is worn beneath. Her erect nipples push against the sheer fabric in search of attention, and I can smell her lust and fear.
"Slut," I whisper, bringing the tip of the whip beneath her chin. "Look at me."
She reluctantly faces me. The mix of emotions in her eyes are evident. She is unclear about what she wishes, but she does not know how to attain it. Her entire life, she has been the most capable person in every environment, especially the bedroom. She has had subservient lovers carry out her whims, yet she has never experienced true surrender. She longs to be powerless and carefree, yet is afraid of the true significance behind surrendering control.
I will show her how to simultaneously possess and relinquish control.
"You long to be subjugated, but you fear that it diminishes you as a woman. You are uneasy with the idea of relinquishing control. You are afraid that it indicates a lack of power. You are anxious about not regaining control."
Her eyes widen, and she gives a slight nod.
"Submission within sexual activities works best when it is seen as a deliberate acknowledgment of possessing power and momentarily relinquishing it. You do possess power. You are capable of having sex in which you call the shots, yet you crave something different. Obtaining what you desire is your power. You are simply allowing me to employ it for you."
Consideration seeps into her eyes.
"Dominance within sexual activities is most effective when discovering what a submissive yearns for and exploring, even testing those limits. To achieve this, we have safewords, so we are aware of the real limits. My safewords are 'yellow' and 'red.' Yellow signifies that we must communicate; you have a cramp, I'm tugging at your hair, your desires have shifted, whatever. Red indicates a complete halt, the end of the encounter, a cut to the restraints in place. Do you grasp this?"
She nods once more. Something within her is yielding.
"Do you consent?"
In an attempt to trust me, she looks at me for an extended period before nodding again. I have not asked her about her former boyfriend's account; nonetheless, he brought her to me with his questions.
The Beast within gesticulates wildly, indicating the moment of fulfillment.
"On your knees, Slut."
Her hesitation is immediate. I have been anticipating this and snap the whip at a hidden nipple above the fabric, causing a momentary sting but not enough to cause severe discomfort.
She stares at me in astonishment. The Beast is unknown to her.
I provide no response, just a fixed stare. "On your knees."
She lowers her head once more and gracefully sinks to her knees. My enjoyment originates later.
"Knees apart. Sit upright. Present your chest to me. Keep your hands in your lap, palms resting on each other. Adhere to this."
She alters her posture accordingly, still wearing an embarrassed expression. I lightly pinch her other nipple. "You will utter 'Yes Sir' when I provide you with instructions, Slut."
She fears me, her reservations evident. "Yes... Sir."
The pleasure courses through me as though molten gold.
"This is Position One: Presentation. If I instruct you to present yourself or take a submissive posture, this will be the stance you take. Are you aware of this?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Your wrists are crossed to represent submission. If I ever command you to yield, you will expose your crossed wrists for me to restrain you. If you fail, you will be subdued and disciplined."
She hesitates, Although she believes me, she doubts it. "Yes, Sir."
I disregard this point for now. "Disclose to me about the kinkiest encounter you have had."
She stares at me, a tad taken aback. My previous mild-mannered, kind nature was famously known, so she is unfamiliar with my inner Beast.
"Um... he touched my... my backside while he was licking me."
She forgot her 'Yes Sir', but I make a mental note of this as well.
"Then what? Did you enjoy it?"
She reddens, looks at me. "It was... alright when he just... massaged that area. But then he inserted two fingers, and it caused discomfort, hence... I requested him to continue rubbing it."
Lady, she's astonishingly bold yet adorably innocent at the same time - it gives me a physiological reaction.
"On your knees dear. Now." I position myself next to her, grabbing a cushion from the sofa. No more "Yes, Sir," yet. That's five more.
"Now, rest your head on the pillow. Knees separated. Your rump in the air. Keep your back straight. Offer your wrists behind your back."
Her voice quivers slightly. "Yes. Sir."
"This is Discipline Situation #2: Punishment. When I command you to get into this pose for punishment or self-discipline, you'll immediately do so. Understand?"
She's momentarily still, focusing, eyes clenched, shivering a bit. I catch a glimpse of her buttocks shifting slightly as her vagina constricts, followed by a somewhat whiney "Oh God... Yes, Sir."
I position the whip onto the back of her thigh, trailing it upwards, stirring agitation, raising her dress slightly, displaying her mesmerizing derriere. Her underwear is white, a petite piece of fabric held together by ribbons, the kind of thing created for someone else to detach.
I leave the dress only half-raised and glide the leather edge of the whip across the more radiant portion of her underwear. She yelps again. I place the whip to my right, slip my hand in my pocket.
"Seems quite damp, doesn't it?"
Her cheeks turn a fiery crimson, and her "Yes, Sir" has a minuscule intonation of a groan.
I've identified a restriction: dirty talk. Quite enjoyable. "Convey how wet that illicitly naughty cunt of yours is, Whore." I fasten the nylon string around her wrists, initiating an extended duration of pressure and friction, making her breath less consistent. She's agitated by it but also enraptured, acknowledging her loss of autonomy.
SMACK! There's an abrupt exclamation as my hand renders a mark on one of her buttocks.
SMACK! She reacts, her body convulsing, moaning into her pillow.
I display a touch of gentleness. "Misbehaving little bitch. Tell me how wet that naughty slut vagina is." My hand touches the back of her body, affectionate and warm. She tries to regain control but I'm currently tightening the knot, leaving her with just the sensation of powerlessness.
SMACK! "Ow! Sir! Sir!"
I commence caressing her with my hand, avoiding her clitoris for a moment, but applying mild pressure to her rectum. She emits sounds from deep in her abdomen, thrashing against my hand. I withdraw it, holding her in place by touching her back.
"Fine... My slippery slut vagina is very wet."
SMACK! "For fuck's sake! Sir! Sir!"
I speak in a cool, aloof manner. "What's that? You're a naughty disobedient spanking slut, needing to be punished. Why do you act this way? It's critical that, in this helpless, dripping state, you display your emotions."
I tap her with a finger, gliding it along her covered pussy lips, diverting to her anus in the process. She gasps from her abdomen, striving to shift back against my finger. I retract my finger, holding her in place with a palm on her back.
"Fuck... Okay! Um... My filthy slut vagina is soaking wet!" She utters in exasperation, striving to wiggle wildly, merely starting to embrace this.
SMACK! "Jesus! Sir! Sir! I'm so fucking wet, Sir! I can sense it oozing out, Sir!"
I touch a palm against one cheek, warm and tactile against fuchsia skin. "Better. Good. However, as a punished slut, you still need thrashing for being a disobedient dripping sensual being. Understand?"
We're returning to the whimper, as "good little slut" constricts her vagina even more. "Yes... Sir."
I scoop her hair into my grip, tightly holding her attention, "Please Sir, discipline your wayward slut. I've been really bad and really need a spanking."
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