Understanding Training

I've had it. I'm so done with this. First, I hated the idea of being "trained" anally. But no, HE said it was important. HE said I needed it. Well, fuck this shit! The first two days he did nothing but finger me for a good hour, It hurt, yeah, but in a good way. He lubed me up and first put in one finger. When I adjusted to that, he added a second and the began scissoring. I would lie across his lap as he watched television and just - well - endure. He didn't touch my pussy, despite the wetness dripping onto his jeans. I squirmed and begged, but all that got me was a sharp slap on the ass. For the next two days he inserted a plug. A fairly small one. The first day for one hour, the next for two. Again, he completely ignored my poor pussy and when I started to finger myself He hauled me over his lap and whopped my bottom. Today, the fifth day, he has inserted a much larger plug. Metal this time and egg shaped. I'm so frustrated I fell to my knees and begged him to fuck me. He said no, but did take enough pity on me to fuck my mouth. God I've missed his cock. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I wanted to worship his cock and balls, kissing, licking, suckling, but no. He just tucked himself back in and helped me to stand. He kissed me and asked if I thought my ass could take his cock now? I said Yes. Anything. Please, just fuck me! He laughed and said if I was good and kept the egg in for three hours without complaint - either verbal or physical - them maybe tomorrow he'd give me relief. But for now, he was enjoying my frustration. I muttered something rude and again, got a spanking for my remark (totally deserved!). Apparently, that counted as a complaint because today, He put the egg in again and told me that I had to wear it all evening. He let me suck him off  and then told me to dress. He was taking me out for dinner. If, and only if, I accepted his plug and his word without wiggling or complaining, if I behaved as a lady should, if I showed proper decorum and gratitude, then, perhaps, when we arrived home, he'd give me relief.

I'm trying, really I am, but this is just so hard. I want him so badly but I need to control myself. Which, if I want to be truthful with myself, is the point of this whole week. Self control. Finally, I understand. Now, we're back home and I'm feeling quite proud of myself. He takes me into the bedroom and tells me to undress him. Then, he lifts my dress and I stand before him, nude and shaking with desire. He bends me over and checks the plug. I almost cum right then. He laughs and says that I've been very good, but I need to keep the plug in until he decides to take it out. He won't tell me when that will be, but warns that when he does, he'll fuck my ass. I'm almost crying, thinking that I'll have to wait even longer for his cock, but he's merciful. He kisses me and lies me on the bed. He presses his masterful cock into my dripping pussy and I cum. Immediately. The fullness in my ass plus his touch are too much for this frustrated sub. I'm terrified he'll pull out and punish me again, but he doesn't. He seems pleased and kisses me while he plunges inside of me fully. He fucks me without restraint, without gentleness and I cum until I'm totally exhausted. Only then do I feel him tense and find his own release. He slowly comes out of me and I look at him, begging with my eyes. He says Yes and I scurry down and lick him clean. He touches my hair, plays with it gently. My pussy is finally sore and my ass is still full.

Now I understand why he has trained me.

Fellatio training

Honestly, I've never liked giving head. I tend to gag and I don't like the smell. Of course, I've only tried it with two other men. Now, though, Sir has taken it upon himself to train me in this Art. In order to teach me the importance of this and to add another level of control over me, Sir has inserted a small bullet vibrator into my pussy. He carries the remote. So that I cannot take it out or touch myself without his permission, he has also locked a very elegant, comfortable, discrete chastity device. The key is on a small golden chain around his neck. He will unlock me only if I please him with my mouth. This morning, after he had locked me in this device, Sir had me lie on the bed. He knelt above me, his balls dangling over my face. I inhaled and smelled the clean scent of water from His shower and His own male musk. Rather than my previous unpleasant encounters, Sir's scent made me wet immediately. I eagerly kissed and licked his balls while he pinched and tweaked my nipples. I gasped at the pleasure. Sir did not rush me, but let me explore at my own pace. I was not to use my hands, only my mouth. When he first told me this, I was concerned, but my trust in Him overpowered these concerns. His skin was soft, sweet and the balls resilient and lovely. I opened my mouth and encased one with my lips, sucking gently. 

"Excellent"

I glowed with pleasure. He released one nipple and began to touch himself. I suckled the other ball and heard his moan. I ran my tongue around the delightful sacs, down his perineum, rimmed his bum hole and back up to his jewels. He pumped faster as I explored and to my joy, I felt the hot testament to his pleasure spray across my breasts. I wiggled and squirmed, needing my own relief.

"Now, my love, you know I will unlock you when I choose. Get cleaned up and dressed now."

Sighing, I did as he ordered. We left for work. He an authority of History and adviser to museums and me his assistant. Even though we work alone, renting rooms in a small office building close to the University, Sir requires professional dress and demeanor at all times. Well, unless he requires me for enjoyment or distraction. Today, I will remained fully clothed, but will be required to perform fellatio once every hour, on the hour. 

As the day goes on, I find myself looking at the clock often, eager to perform my duty. I have found that if I relax my throat, I can take His cock deeply into my mouth and even down my throat a bit. I have learned to cup his balls gently, massage them, adore them. Now, it is almost time to leave again for home. It is a few minutes before the hour and he leads me to the elevator. i am surprised since i thought i was to again worship his cock. We enter the elevator and i hear the alarm on his watch. He looks at me, his eyes dark and then he raises his eyebrows.

Here?

"Oh, you will be punished for that question, love."

I hesitate again, for just a moment, then nod. He is right. I kneel in front of him and unzip his trousers. I begin my worship. I feel and hear the elevator stop. The doors open, but no one comes on. I blush to think that someone might see me, but i know my place and it is here. Kneeling before my Lord, serving his needs as he desires. 

Sharing My Submissive - cross posted on http://bdsmstorytime.blogspot.com/

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Rope Panties

We're going to a party tonight. All the guests will be of like mind - tops and bottoms, masters and slaves, doms an subs. The party is to begin in a public location with public play. Because alcohol is sold, the law prohibits total nudity, so my genitals and nipples must be covered. Still, Matthew has ordered that I wear no underwear for one full week. I'm not sure what to do, so I place black electrical tape over my nipples and pull on my dress, a short, sweet little red number and slip into matching heels. I'm concerned, but I also trust Matthew to make the final decision. I'm just finishing putting on my lipstick when the doorbell rings.

"Good," he says then kisses me. "You're almost ready. Lift your dress."
I do so.

"Now that's my good girl, following my orders," he tells me and I blush a bit, pleased by his words.

"Keep holding the dress up."

I see him take out a length of soft silken rope. He kneels in front of me and gets to work. I close my eyes and sigh. I love when he binds me. It's like a hug, but better almost because when he ties me into a corset, loops rope around my wrists, binds me in any way, I am constantly reminded of his hands, his arms, his body. I feel him even when he is not touching me. I feel a warmth deep inside of me and know the tremor of my body. He slides the rope between my petals and positions a knot on my clit. I bite my lip and moan. He finishes, stands and grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"Now you may cum," he says as his lips take mine.

I do. His mouth swallows my screams and my juices coat the rope. He holds me so I don't fall an
d I sway against him. I can feel the rumble in his chest and I know he's laughing at me. He loves how easily I cum.

When my tremors stop, he releases me slowly, making sure I'm steady.

"Now, I believe we have covered all that needs to be. Straighten your dress we'll go. You're in for a wonderful night, my dear."