Trained To Submit: First Time BDSM Story Page 2

  'Mm, you like that, don’t you?’ Shawn said, noticing her excitement. ‘I'm gonna make you into a real slut, Molly, just you wait and see.'

  ‘Fuckin do it, I’m ready, Master!’ Molly screamed in her mind.

  Before she could orgasm, Shawn released her from the spreader and led her across the dungeon to another set-piece. He stood her against a tall St. Andrews Cross. It was made out wood, but heavily padded with black rubber. ‘There,’ Shawn said and Molly assumed the position with her feet wide apart and her wrists up above her head. Shawn secured her with tight leather fetters that were attached to the cross. Molly was fixed in an X-shape now and couldn’t move at all, or prevent Shawn from abusing her totally naked body, (not that she wanted to). He came in close and fingered her cunt, jabbing it roughly and tweaking her nipples at the same time. Molly jerked about, her head to one side; biting down on the gag and drooling like a baby; she was enjoying every minute of it.

  After a while, Martha, the HO bondage Mistress, was called in. Shawn conferred with her out of earshot of Molly, who was hanging there, helpless, in front of them. She watched, wondering what cruel delight might follow. Shawn eventually came over and released Molly from the cross.

  'Come with me, cute young lady,' Martha said and led Molly by her long brown hair over to a corner of the dungeon. Once there, she removed the dripping ball-gag from Molly’s stretched mouth. Molly could see that there were lots of bondage devices hanging from the wall, steel cuffs, various sizes of wooden stocks for the neck; the wrists, the breasts, ankles; shiny steel play-balls, that, Martha explained, fitted over a subject’s hands, or feet, to immobilize them. All sorts of weird and wonderful things surrounded Molly.

  ‘Will I be wearing any of these things soon?’ Molly thought.

  Chapter 3

  Martha, who was a voluptuous, dark-haired, burlesque-type beauty (think Ava Gardner), with a retro 1950s pin-up girl face and clothes, had Molly lay down on her front on the cold stone floor.

  'Keep absolutely still while I do this,' Martha said.

  Molly lay there and in about ten minutes Martha had fashioned the most skilful and complex shibari (rope) framework around her entire body. The ropes wound around her upper arms and her wrists were expertly tied over one another at her lower back; they looped around her middle, around her upper thighs and around both her ankles. They were pulled in towards Molly's bottom, in a shape reminiscent of the way skydivers position themselves, during a drop. The ropes all conjoined in elegant knots and were then tied off to a steel hook that had been lowered from the ceiling, via a chain. When Martha was satisfied with the strength of the knots, she got Shawn to press a button and an electric winch hauled Molly up off the ground, via the improvised cradle. Martha steadied her helpless, swinging victim. Shawn came over and said, 'Perfect, Mistress, she’s just at the right height for what I have in mind,' he said. He then kissed Martha briefly on her cherry red lips and she smiled, patted Molly on the head and sat down on a black leather couch to watch the forthcoming action.

  Shawn stripped off all his clothes and handed them to Martha, who folded them over a nearby chair. Molly’s eyes dilated when she saw his magnificent figure. ‘What a fuckin hunk!’ she thought and swooned inwardly. Yes, Shawn had a great body, gym-toned, hairless and slightly tanned; tattooed with a Celtic ring around his right upper arm; a similar one on his right thigh, others decorated his abdomen and left shoulder.

  Molly responded to his rampant masculinity by gorging on his large cock that he offered up to her face, at waist height, where she hung. She tasted his meat and wanted more and more. Shawn sensed her hunger and fucked her mouth, violently, forcing into her throat by pushing on her head at the back. 'Ugh! Guk! Ugh! Guk!' she went, with strands of silvery drool oozing out of the sides of her cock-sucking mouth. Shawn took his prick out and more drool gushed forth. Martha quickly brought up a red plastic bucket and Molly puked into long and hard into it, making that ‘Guk!’ sound over and over.

  Martha quipped, 'Mm...That was quite a deep throat fest you got there, eh slut?' as she wiped away the slime from Molly's mouth and nose.

  ‘Oh my God,’ said Molly when she’d regained her composure, ‘I’ve never been skull-fucked like that, ever.’

  ‘Cool,’ Martha said, ‘wait until you see what’s coming next, you cute little whore.’

  Before Molly had time to think about it, Shawn swung her helpless mouth onto his big hard prick again. Her mouth opened like a snake and her front teeth were forced back as Shawn's thick, veined shaft went in ultra deep and made her gag again. ‘Ugh! Guk! Ugh! Guk! Ugh! Guk!’ she went. Shawn yanked his dick out of her face and tapped her cheeks with it as he waited. 'Do you wanna upchuck again?' Martha asked, holding the bucket up to Molly’s mouth. 'No, Mistress, no, I'm fine. Please, let me continue,' she said, breathlessly.

  'Good,' Shawn said, 'now you’re learning how to be a good little bitch!'

  'Talking of that...' Shawn said with a smile.

  He signalled Martha to come over and he whispered something to her. Martha lowered Molly to the floor and she quickly untied all the shibari knots. Molly was stood up and allowed to stretch her limbs and rub her rope-indented body. Martha came over and gave Molly a tall glass of water. She gulped it all down in one go. 'Come over here,' Martha said and they went over to a black, rubber-topped, bench, nearby. It was long and had a V shape at its end. It was supported by steel scaffolding poles, bolted into the floor.

  'We call this the seat of pleasure,' Martha informed Molly, lying her down flat on her back. Martha spread Molly’s legs and positioned them exactly on the V-shaped arms on the bench. With the use of six brown leather straps, Martha soon had Molly helpless and ready for her next adventure. To complete the bondage scenario, Martha tied Molly's wrists to two steel loops fixed on the underside of the bench. Now she was totally immobilized. 'Yeah, you look just about right for what Master has in mind,' Martha said, looking down on her naked and vulnerable victim. 'Oh, one more thing, Master wants you to wear this.' Martha said. Then she pushed a big black rubber ball-gag into Molly's mouth and strapped it tight at the back of her neck. She bit on the gag and struggled a little, to test the straps and to thrill herself. She could hardly move and she lay there, awaiting developments.

  Shawn soon returned and instantly shoved his prick into Molly’s smooth-lipped cunt. ‘O-h-h-h-h!’ she groaned as the cock filled her vagina. She rose up a little and looked at Shawn as he started to hump away, inside her pussy, like a machine. His muscular hips were pumping his cock in and out of her cunt very fast. Molly made a muffled squeal and felt drool oozing down her chin from under the ball gag. Her huge nipples stuck up like acorns atop her tiny breasts and her skinny body shivered as the sublime feelings of an orgasm suddenly overtook her. She closed her eyes and centered her mind on that beautiful cock that was pounding away and exciting her insides in an altogether different way from the vanilla fucking she’d experienced. Shawn’s prick was like a hologram in her mind, as if it, her body and the bench she's strapped to, had all interchanged their molecules and become one thing. She floated on this feeling as her mind spun and her brain overloaded with the intensity of her climax.

  'Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!' she squealed deliriously through the gag and felt copious amounts of drool sliding down her neck.

  Shawn withdrew his glistening cock after Molly had calmed down a little and Martha came over. She stroked Molly's hair and removed the ball gag. 'Did you enjoy that big O you just had?’ she asked; then said with a warm smile, ‘It certainly looked as if you were going out of your fuckin mind, from where I was sitting.’

  Molly panted and replied, 'Oh yes, Mistress, that whole thing was literally mind-blowing!

  Thank you, Master.'

  Shawn smiled, stroking his erection slowly, just a few feet away from Molly’s face. She watched as Martha knelt down before his cock, holding a liqueur glass in her right hand. Shawn jacked-off really fast and within twenty seconds he'd screamed, ‘Fuck! Here it c
omes,’ and half-filled the glass with a thick, creamy load. 'Oh shit, yes!' he gasped breathlessly as he squeezed the last pearly drops from the dark eye in his cock. Molly was envious. ‘I would’ve sucked all that jizz outta him, no problem,’ she thought. Martha held the glass up high and studied its contents, 'Beautiful load, Master...as always,' she complimented Shawn.

  She then got up went over to Molly.

  'A little parting gift from us to you,' Martha said; before pouring the contents of the glass into Molly's wide-open mouth. After a few gurgles, it was all swallowed and Molly thanked them for their wonderful hospitality.

  On the way out, Martha stopped and talked with Molly.

  'So, do you think you’ll return to our little pleasure palace to learn any more about your inner-slut?' Martha asked.

  Molly giggled and then said, 'Yes Mistress. I’ll certainly be back here. I need this. I want it very much. I wannabe the kind of slut I was tonight, all the time.'

  'Good,' Martha said, patting Molly’s shoulder, 'you’re well on your way to achieving that kind of harmony, I think. You have a lot of potential, Molly, a lot of realm passion. You’ll do okay.'

  'I hope so,' Molly said, 'I’ll try and prove you right, Mistress.'

  Martha handed her a card. It read:

  “Mistress Martha... Bisexual Deviant... A Domme... I’m Available for all manner of private perversities.”

  'If you want one-on-one sex and a lot of hard Domination and bondage thrown in,' Martha told her, 'I’d be interested in using you. No charge, just fun.'

  'How generous of you,' Molly said, 'Hmm...Being bisexual is something I've thought about a lot lately. Okay, Mistress, I’ll give you a call next week, if that’s cool with you?'

  'Yeah, give me a couple of days notice though...I’m often busy, as you can see,' Martha said.

  ‘I will, Mistress, I promise,’ said Molly.

  ‘One thing, before you go,’ Martha said and her face closed in on Molly’s. She kissed Molly on her mouth and Molly responded by pressing her tongue deep into Martha’s mouth. ‘Mm, you’re a hot little bitch! We’re gonna have a lot of nasty pleasures together, I’m certain of it,’ Martha said; after the kiss.

  Molly waved and Martha shut the big black studio door behind her.

  She floated out into the cool San Francisco evening air with a sense that her life had changed for the better.

  The Doctor

  Book 2

  Stephanie Summers looked at her watch. ‘Five minutes to go,’ she thought. ‘Then it starts. I can’t wait.’ She went back to reading her copy of Vogue magazine. The silence was broken by a pretty female receptionist, in her late twenties, who came over and said softly to Stephanie, ‘Mrs Summers, you can go in. Dr Longwood is ready for you now.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Stephanie said, getting up. ‘Where is Dr Longwood today?

  The pretty receptionist smiled and replied, ‘Through there,’ pointing to a corridor in front of them, ‘and first on the left.’

  Stephanie said, ‘Thanks,’ gathered her Mulberry shoulder bag and walked towards Dr Longwood’s office. She rapped on the door twice. The door opened and a tall distinguished-looking man, wearing black-framed designer spectacles beckoned Stephanie inside. ‘Mrs Summers, so good to see you again, how are you?’ Dr Longwood said, taking her hand in his. ‘Very good, Doctor, how are you?’ Stephanie replied. Dr Longwood shut the door behind him and then locked it.

  ‘I’m much better now you’re here, you slut!’ he said, grinning, pulling Stephanie to him and encircling her slim waist in his tight grip.

  Stephanie melted into his arms and their lips met as if they were an exact fit. They kissed for about a minute and then Stephanie pulled away and quickly stripped in front of Dr Longwood. He sat back on his desk as she took off her designer black silk dress, lingering with the stylish La Perla bra and teasing him. He now had his penis and dangly balls out of the fly of his suit trousers. He played with his impressive prick and it soon swelled in size and girth as Stephanie shimmied and gyrated in front of him like a cheap Las Vegas lap dancer, cupping the bra and gradually letting it slip away.

  ‘Keep the shoes on,’ Dr Longwood said as Stephanie slid her black panties off, teasing them down her shapely legs. She smiled at him and stepped out of the panties, sniffing them first and saying, ‘Jesus, I’m horny!’ before throwing them down on the floor. She turned and flashed her superb nude body to Dr Longwood, bent low and afforded him a view of her peachy pink cunt.

  ‘Nice wax-job,’ he commented, noticing the pristine smoothness of Stephanie’s genitals.

  ‘I know you like my cunt smooth, sir,’ Stephanie said with a gleaming smile, ‘so I got it done, especially for you.’

  ‘It’s appreciated,’ Dr Longwood said, staring at the pink slit and stroking his hard dick up and down. Stephanie crawled over and knelt before him. ‘Can I help you with that, sir?’ she asked, pouting away in her best porn star manner. Dr Longwood laughed and replied, ‘Yes, you surely can, you slut!’ and wrapped Stephanie’s right hand around the middle of the shaft. She thrilled at the throbbing hardness of the penis as her fingers encircled it. She could feel its primal energy and relished the pleasure she knew it would soon bring her.

  ‘Get on the table, you hot little minx!’ Dr Longwood said, after reaching down and feeling up her wet cunt.

  Stephanie went to a rubber-topped examination bench nearby and climbed up on it. Dr Longwood followed her and when she was lying back, he parted her legs wide and spread her hairless cunt with both his hands. Stephanie gripped the sides of the bench as myriad amorous feelings flooded her brain.

  ‘It’s funny. I see vaginas all day long,’ Dr Longwood told her, ‘but yours always fascinates me. It’s a beautiful vulva, truly a work of art; such wonderfully developed outer-labia and such delicate inner lips, they’re like the petals on some exotic pink flower, an orchid possibly.’

  ‘Mmm,’ Stephanie groaned, his erotic words thrilling her to new heights of horniness. As he touched her clit and then jabbed a couple of fingers deep inside her and probed around, she swooned and said, ‘Oh my God!’ She loved Dr Longwood’s touch. It was the biggest turn on she’d ever experienced with any man.

  ‘Shall I apply the usual treatment, slut?’ Dr Longwood asked.

  Stephanie nodded and she watched as he went to his cabinet and took out a springy, metre-long riding crop, a black one with a leather flap at its tip and a solid bound-leather handle. It was German, well over a hundred years old, Dr Longwood said. He mentioned his grandfather used to beat his grandmother with it. The idea that the fabulous crop had chastised generations of masochistic females excited Stephanie’s overactive imagination.

  Dr Longwood smiled as he flailed the crop about in the air, making a whooshing sound. Stephanie gripped the bench until her knuckles were white, as the doctor raised the crop over his shoulder.

  ‘Ready, slut?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes sir, do it!’ Stephanie replied.

  The crop’s leather flap impacted Stephanie’s vulva with a loud WAP! She gasped, ‘Ah-h!’ as the pain registered, expelling air between her teeth as a momentary flash of agony melted into pleasure. Dr Longwood patted her clitoris with the tip of the crop and then, without warning, he cracked it down again, right between the outer labia. Stephanie shuddered with pain and then sighed with pleasure, after Dr Longwood had fingered her slit for a while.

  ‘More?’ Dr Longwood asked.

  Stephanie nodded and said, ‘Yes sir, but please use the other thing now.’

  Dr Longwood and went and got a leather flogger from his ‘torture cabinet.’ It was a heavy whip with spiteful knots on the ends of its many tendrils. In moments, it was slapping down across Stephanie’s abdomen, front upper thighs and between her spread legs. She squealed and groaned as the sadistic doctor alternated pain and pleasure in the way Stephanie knew only he could. He was an artist at giving both sensations.

  ‘Mmm, I’m very red now, sir,’ Stephanie commented when
the flogging had ceased. She stared at her groin, noting the many crimson marks decorating it. Her skin throbbed with the lazy ache of a woman on the edge of sexual fulfilment.

  ‘Do you like your marks?’ Dr Longwood asked, putting the flogger away.

  ‘I love them, sir. I hope they last for days,’ Stephanie said enthusiastically.

  ‘Pity you’re married,’ Dr Longwood said. ‘I’d really enjoy branding you on your bottom and breasts.’

  ‘Mmm,’ Stephanie cooed. ‘I’d enjoy that, even though I’d probably scream my head off!’

  Dr Longwood laughed. ‘Screaming’s half the fun, isn't it?’

  Stephanie giggled and said, ‘I agree, sir, it is.’

  Dr Longwood blindfolded Stephanie and then put his face between her thighs. He sucked and licked her aching, stinging, cunt, for a couple of minutes, until she was so wet she thought she’d soak the bench with her copious outpouring. ‘Ooh sir, that’s one of the best treatments you give me,’ Stephanie whispered as he continued giving her sublime head.