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  Trained To Submit

  First Time BDSM Story

  Natalie Secrets

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  Table on Contents

  Trained to Submit

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  The Doctor

  My Girlfriend’s Mom

  The Sin

  The Pet

  The Madam

  Lost Girl Part 1

  Lost Girl Part 2

  Trained to Submit

  Chapter 1

  Molly applied for training at the House of O BDSM Finishing School. A female friend from a club she went to regularly, told her about it. The friend told her how “amazing” and “intense” the methods at the school were, all with one intention...turning out first-class, graduate sluts.

  Molly had fantasized about becoming a slut for quite a few years. Most of the vanilla guys she met didn’t get it. They didn’t understand the attraction of humiliation and degradation as sexual stimuli. One cute guy, of 28, even asked Molly outright if she was “mentally deranged” for thinking the way she did and for suggesting they enact some BDSM scenes she found exciting, in bed. “No way am I gonna strangle you while we’re fucking,” he’d said angrily. “You must think I’m a freak!” Needless to say that relationship didn’t go anywhere, apart from the trashcan.

  The young men Molly was meeting weren’t powerful enough, mentally, to grasp what she really needed and wanted with all her heart; to be willingly used and abused, physically and mentally, by a dominant guy who really knew what he was doing; one who could take over her body and more importantly, mindfuck her, as well as physically doing what he wanted with her body and make her feel good about her extremely submissive and masochistic tendencies in the process.

  After a lot of dalliance, Molly decided that purely vanilla guys just couldn’t cut it, so she emailed the House of O website and bravely booked a session with them. They replied promptly and Molly was asked to pay a joining fee by using her credit card. She did it and an email came back from a woman by the mane of, “Mistress Martha.” She gave Molly details of various Dominant Master’s that were available in the forthcoming week.

  Molly glanced at the screen of her laptop and squinted at pictures of the various Masters. ‘Don’t like him,’ she said to herself, ‘no, definitely don’t like him either!’ She sipped a glass of red wine as she checked through the six JPEG pictures that Martha had attached to her email reply.

  Then she came to one that was entitled, “Master Shawn”.

  ‘Mm, yeah, that’s more like it,’ Molly thought, ‘yeah, he’s a cool dude...I like the look of him,’ She stared at the picture. It showed a muscular skinhead, who was Molly thought, was ‘handsomely hawkish looking.’ She stared at his picture. ‘Definitely an alpha male,’ she thought. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, with a crisp open-neck white shirt and shiny black shoes. ‘Yeah, you’ll do for me, stud,’ Molly said in a happy, girly voice. She immediately typed an acceptance email and sent it to Mistress Martha. A return email arrived, from Martha, the following day. It read: ‘Confirmed - session with Master Shawn – next Monday evening. Be here by 6:00 p.m. - No later. An instruction about medical hygiene was also attached with the heading...

  ‘TO BE FOLLOWED TO THE LETTER, NO EXCEPTIONS.’

  Molly felt elated and she spent the following few days dreaming and masturbating about what might happen to her at The House of O. These erotically charged thoughts filled her mind completely during that time.

  Monday finally came.

  Molly had taken a couple of days leave from her local government job in order to fully enjoy the experience at The House of O. She went to a beauty salon and had various treatments: a facial, a vulva and anal waxing, both of which were pleasurably painful; had her make-up done, got a manicure and a pedicure and had hair professionally styled. When she was done with the salon, she went to a hotel she knew, just down the road where The House of O studio was. She sat at the bar and giggled when she’d ordered a cocktail from a spiky-haired, female bartender. The drink was known on the menu as a Screaming Orgasm.

  ‘They’re very popular,’ said the bartender, who Molly guessed was a butch dike.

  Molly flashed a saucy grin. ‘I bet they are,’ she said with a sly laugh.

  ‘What’s in it?’

  The bartender smiled and replied, ‘Vodka, Amaretto, Triple Sec, White Crème de Cacao, and Light Cream. It’s quite a strong cocktail, that one.’

  ‘Great, that’s just what I need,’ said Molly.

  ‘Goin out?’ asked the bartender with more than passing interest.

  ‘Yeah, I’m seeing a guy, who, er...lives...er...not far from here,’ Molly said.

  ‘First date is it?’ the bartender asked.

  ‘Er...yeah...you could say that,’ replied Molly.

  The bartender put the Screaming Orgasm down on the bar and said, ‘Well, honey, if it doesn’t work out with him, you can always pop back in here and tell me all your troubles. I’m a good listener, y’know.’

  Molly smiled and said, ‘I’ll bear that in mind, thanks.’

  She sipped the cocktail and felt the alcohol’s sharpness. Its flavour burst into her mouth and she said, ‘Oh, man! They were right calling this an “orgasm” – it does wonders for my taste buds. Jesus! That’s beautiful.’

  The bartender smiled a flirty smile and said, ‘It’s great to be able to satisfy a pretty girl like you, honey. What’s your name, by the way?’

  Molly giggled and replied, ‘I’m Molly.’

  Then she asked, ‘And you are...?’

  Then bartender extended her right hand. ‘I’m Becky,’ she said, ‘pleased to make your acquaintance, Molly.’

  Molly gripped Becky’s hand and she felt the tips of Becky’s fingers stroke her palm in an obviously sexual signal. Becky pulled away after doing it and she said, teasingly, ‘Maybe I’ll see you later on then, huh?’

  Molly smiled. ‘Maybe you will, Becky, maybe you will...’ she said, feeling a definite attraction to the handsome, K.D. Lang lookalike 30-something woman.

  Chapter 2

  Before she left the hotel, Molly went to the ladies room. Once there, she checked her image in a full-length mirror. She thrilled at how pretty she looked. ‘Fuck! I look like a movie starlet,’ she thought. Her shiny, straight brown hair hung over her shoulders. She touched the bangs and smoothed them down almost over her eyes. She then checked her make-up. It looked smooth and professional, not cheap at all. Molly hated cheap with all her being. She pouted her full pink lips at the mirror and looked at her even white teeth, ran her tongue over them and then closed her mouth. She carefully studied her long red nails and then brushed away some flecks of dust from the shoulder of her tight black dress. Her high-heeled (black) shoes clacked as she went out of the foyer and down the steps of the hotel. The evening air was cool on her skin and so she slipped on the black designer jacket she was carrying over her right arm, threw her shoulder bag on and went off down the main street.

  The walk to The House of O took just a couple of minutes. Molly knew this area of San Francisco quite well and it never occurred to her, before she’d heard about them, that such a place as The House of O even existed. It thrilled her to be going on this secretive assignation.

  Soon, Molly was outside the building. The sign at the door read: “HO studio. Press the button for service.” She pressed the button and a cute female voice chimed in over the video en
try phone and asked for personal details. Molly gave them. ‘Welcome. Come on in, Ms MacDonald,’ the voice said and then rang off. Molly heard a buzzing sound and pushed on a big brown wooden door. It opened and she entered the reception area of the HO.

  ‘You must be Molly,’ a male voice announced. Molly spun around and saw a handsome, well-built skinhead, facing her. ‘I’m Master Shawn; please call me Master while we’re in the dungeon. It’s Shawn when we’re in less formal settings, okay?’ Molly felt a sublime rush of excitement knowing this was happening, that it wasn’t a fantasy, it was really happening. ‘Hi, Shawn. I’m very pleased to meet you,’ Molly said, taking up his invitation to sit and talk for a bit.

  ‘So, let’s get this right...you’re 29 years old and looking to change your sexual perspectives,’ Shawn said.

  ‘Is that right?’

  ‘Yeah, it is,’ Molly replied.

  ‘I’m just so bored with vanilla guys. They’re lame, they just don’t get me,’ she told him.

  Shawn listened attentively and sipped some water from a bottle. ‘It’s a common problem,’ he told Molly. ‘Liberated woman wanting to explore her dark side; can’t find open-minded men to share it with. Yeah, it’s a common problem alright. That’s why we at HO are here; to get you, Molly MacDonald, comfortable with demanding what you know is rightfully yours...’

  ‘And that would be?’ Molly cut in, searching Shawn’s ruggedly sexy face for the truth.

  He looked right at her. ‘The right to be a completely liberated slut, I would think,’ he answered.

  Molly smiled at Shawn. ‘It seems like a contradiction in terms doesn’t it? Liberated slut,’ she suggested.

  ‘Yeah, I guess it does,’ agreed Shawn.

  Then he said, ‘Liberated, as opposed to some poor, oppressed, ignorant bimbo, being exploited. No. What we do here is enable intelligent women to look over the edge of the precipice, live out their darkest sexual fantasies, without fear, apart from the playful kind; all according to their natural urges and instincts.’

  ‘Wow!’ Molly said. ‘You were on my wavelength with that little speech, Shawn. That was way cool!’

  ‘That’s great,’ Shawn said. ‘So, are you ready to turn at least some of your fantasies into realities, right here and now?’

  ‘Yeah,’ Molly replied, ‘I’m sooh ready to be liberated.’

  Shawn touched his chin thoughtfully and asked, ‘Oh, one thing, Molly, before we begin. Do you have your STI-negative chart as requested?’

  ‘Martha did ask you to bring one, didn’t she?’

  ‘Oh yeah, silly me, I forgot,’ Molly replied. She fumbled in her shoulder bag and produced a brown manila envelope and said, as she handed it to Shawn, ‘There it is.’

  Shawn examined the medical letter within. ‘Yeah, that’s fine,’ he said, after checking it.

  He then handed Molly a folded paper. ‘Here’s my STI-negative chart, dated today. We’re always very safe here.’

  Molly checked his paper. It was from the same clinic she’d been advised to use by the HO. Shawn was clean, free of ALL STDs, the paper stated. It thrilled Molly that all sexual congress at the HO was bareback. Molly loved bareback sex best of all.

  ‘Shall we,’ Shawn said, extending his right hand towards a door marked, ‘Dungeon.’ He took Molly into a large, hangar-type room with wooden walls and ceiling and a smooth stone floor. Lots of BDSM kit hung from the walls and was stacked neatly in cabinets dotted around the space. Molly glanced around and found the dungeon slightly disturbing, but, at the same time, intensely exciting.

  ‘Change in there,’ Shawn said, pointing at a door at the end of the room. Molly went into the closet and took off her black dress and jacket. She hung them up on a hanger and stood there in her underwear. ‘Master, do you want me naked?’ she shouted to Shawn. ‘Not yet,’ he replied, ‘keep your underwear and shoes on, for now.’ Molly’s heels clacked on the stone floor as she went out to him.

  Shawn stood there, in his white shirt, dark pants and shiny black shoes, observing Molly’s pert figure. ‘Stand straight,’ he ordered. She pushed her chest out to him. She could feel his hazel eyes roving over every inch of her body. She found it thrilling to be sized-up by the handsome Master standing in front of her.

  He came over and asked, ‘Are you excited by being in here?’

  ‘Of course, Master,’ Molly replied, staring at the floor.

  Shawn prowled around her. ‘Do you know much about BDSM?’ he whispered in her ear.

  Molly replied, ‘Not much in reality, Master, but I’ve read a lot about it and the imagery really turns me on, a lot.’

  ‘Does all this torture equipment excite your fantasies?’ Shawn asked.

  Molly looked at him and replied, ‘Yeah, it does, Master.’

  She felt Shawn’s fingers lift her chin. He looked into her brown eyes with a knowing intensity she hadn’t felt before. He seemed to know her intrinsically; everything - all her dirty little secrets seemed to be transparent to him.

  ‘You very cute, Molly,’ Shawn said. ‘I’m going to enjoy liberating the slut I know is deep inside you.’

  ‘Thank you Master, I can’t wait for it to happen,’ Molly agreed.

  Shawn smiled and showed her a high-backed, wooden chair with a thick, padded seat in a curious V-shape. ‘We call this the spreader,’ he informed her. ‘Please, remove your underwear now.’

  Molly unclasped her tight black bra and let her tits spring free and then yanked down the lacy black knickers she was wearing and slid them off, over her high-heeled shoes. She felt a frisson of desire creep over her as her nudity was revealed. Shawn took the underwear items from her and dangled them from a hook mounted on the wall.

  ‘You can keep those shoes on,’ he told her.

  ‘Now, sit here.’

  The name for the device soon became apparent to Molly. When she was in position, the chair’s V-shaped seat parted her legs really wide, in a lewd manner, designed to show off her genitals. She liked the feeling of her naked vulva, all pink and freshly waxed, on display for this unfamiliar yet, oh so sexy, man. Yes, she liked that feeling a lot...

  ‘*I fuckin want you, you beast!’ she thought.

  Shawn immobilised Molly with many black leather straps.

  They went around her wrists, ankles, thighs, belly, shoulders and neck. It took a long time. While he was fastening the straps, Molly realised why ritual is so important in BDSM practises. The very time it takes to complete a task, is in itself a form of foreplay. Voila! A light went on in her head at that moment. The last task Shawn performed was to insert a red rubber ball-gag in Molly’s fairly large mouth and fasten it at the back of her head. She tasted a rubbery sharpness and bit on the gag as it stretched her jaws. ‘This feels sooh fuckin cool,’ she thought, ‘very cool, indeed.’

  Shawn stood back and looked at his handiwork. ‘Good. You look lovely. I like your tiny titties, Molly. I’m a fan of small tits.’

  Molly was thrilled by his words. ‘Go on then, fuckin touch them, slap them, pinch them!’ Molly willed him.

  ‘Wow! Those are some nipples you have there, you cute little whore,’ Shawn said, reaching out and smoothing his big, strong fingers over Molly’s bullet-hard, brown teats. Her cunt clenched and she felt her juices flowing freely.

  ‘Hurt my tits, hurt them!’ she projected.

  ‘Mm, I love the combo of tiny tits and big nips, what a turn on!’ Shawn said, thrilling Molly, who’d always been a little self-conscious about her small bust size. Various comments she’d had in the past from totally insensitive guys, such as, “They’re like couple of fried eggs,” or, “Jeez, you’re so boyish, aren’t you?” didn’t help with her sense of self-esteem. Now here she was, being praised for her tits being so tiny; what a turnaround this was.

  Shawn knelt between Molly’s parted thighs and lowered his face to her chest and took her nipples between his teeth, going from one to the other, chewing harder each time he changed breast, soon forcing a loud sexual groan f
rom Molly as he did it. The pain and pleasure equation of BDSM was starting to make a lot of sense to her.

  Shawn pulled away after a minute or so and picked up a long-handled Hitachi mains-powered ‘massager’ and held it up to Molly’s glazed eyes. ‘Always makes me laugh,’ Shawn said. ‘They market these fuckin monsters as ‘back massagers’ and yet everyone knows what most women buy ‘em for. What a hypocritical world we live in, Molly.

  Let me demonstrate how powerful this thing is...

  Ever used one before?’

  Molly shook her head.

  Shawn turned the Hitachi on. He smiled at Molly and teased the buzzing head of the ‘wand’ against her pussy-lips. It hummed in a wild way and Molly immediately felt its vibrating effect. She moaned and threw her head back against the wooden seat and squealed through the gag. Shawn kept the vibro in place on her clit as he tweaked her acorn-hard nipples, hard, again and again. Molly writhed helplessly against the bondage straps. The feeling of being out of control excited the hell out of her and her pussy contracted a few times in a pre-orgasm wave.