Trained To Submit: First Time BDSM Story

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by Natalie Secrets


  Chapter 6

  A few days later, Brad and Johnny were out cycling when a dark utility vehicle, with black windows, pulled up next to them on a quiet country road on the outskirts of Canton. A very cute woman with a low-cut black vest on, her arms covered in vivid tattoos, looked out of the window of the van and smiled at the two boys. ‘Look at that, bro...She’s hot!’ Johnny whispered. The woman, in her early thirties, continued staring out of the dark Ray Bans she wore. Her white teeth contrasted with the black lipstick she wore.

  ‘Hey there, boys, can you help me? I need directions,’ the woman asked. 'My sat-nav's gone haywire, so it's back to analogue I guess.'

  ‘Sure, where ya headed?’ Johnny asked.

  The woman got out. She was wearing a checked cotton shirt, black jeans, done up with a vivid black leather cowboy belt, ending in black biker boots. She was a tall, lean, bosomy, rock-chick type and they boys were horny for her. As she spread a map out on the hood of the vehicle, another woman, a taller blond, got out the other side and came around the back of the boys, unnoticed. Johnny felt something press into his ribs. ‘Okay, fuck, in the truck, in the back, no noise or I’ll shoot you both dead. Is that clear?’ the blond woman said, in a voice you couldn’t argue with. ‘Okay, ma’am, what’s this all about?’ Johnny asked. He was shaking and Brad was practically puking in the back of the truck, with their bikes, as it traveled at speed to an unknown destination.

  ‘What the fuck is this, bro?’ Johnny asked.

  ‘You idiot, I warned you about what Jennifer would do,’ Brad said, his head in his hands.

  In twenty minutes they stopped and the back doors opened. ‘Get these on,’ the blond said and handed two latex hoods to Brad and Johnny. The boys pulled the masks on and their sunlit day disappeared. They were pulled out of the truck very roughly and taken. A heavy metal door opened and they were dragged inside by the women. Still with the hoods on the boys were ordered to strip naked. They did so and were soon standing there, terrified, with nothing on. The hoods were then ripped off. As Johnny blinked into a powerful light he saw the familiar figure of Jennifer Parker standing there, hands on her curvy hips, corseted, her cherry-red hair piled up on top. She looked stunningly beautiful.

  ‘Jennifer, I’m...’ Johnny gasped.

  ‘Don’t you dare fuckin speak,’ Jennifer said, coming closer.

  Brad was pissing all down his thighs.

  ‘You like surprises, don’t ya?’ she said, looking both boys up and down with contempt in her eyes. ‘Well,’ she continued, ‘here’s a surprise for you both.’

  She flicked her fingers and a beautiful androgynous being appeared, naked, apart from a pair of black high-heeled shoes. Johnny and Brad noticed the beautiful person had both tits and a phallus, a very large thing that was already rock hard from some generous oral attention that Jennifer had given it before her ‘guests’ arrived.

  Jennifer said, ‘Boys, I’d like you to meet my dear friend, Coco.’

  The pair stared at the gorgeous transsexual in front of them, who was now stroking her massive penis up and down.

  ‘Are they broken in, my dear?’ Coco asked.

  ‘Nope, they’re both virgins,’ Jennifer replied.

  Coco smiled knowingly and said, ‘Perfect,’ before the boys were seized by the blond and brunette amazons who’d took them. They were dragged across the room to a double stocks’ and placed in the device, their necks and wrists secured by thick steel locks. Johnny looked across to Brad, who was now sobbing his head off, and felt cold lube enter his ass. He then felt flashing pain as he was anally deflowered by Coco’s huge penis. Before he passed out, he felt a wad of spit slide down his face. He glanced up and saw Jennifer smiling down at him. ‘Ya love it don’t ya, bitch?’ she said, ruffling his unruly brown hair. ‘Surprises are fun, aren’t they Johnny, right?’

  ‘What are ya gonna do with me?’ Johnny gasped.

  ‘Why, everything, dear,’ Jennifer said, unpacking a torture bag. Her laughter echoed around the room, counter-pointed by Brad’s pathetic sobbing.

  The Pet

  Chapter 1

  "Tonight, my pet, you will serve at our little dinner party." Her master looked at her to gauge her reaction. She looked up at him,

  somewhat surprised at this unusual command. She had been his submissive for around 3 months now and this was something new.

  "Yes, My Lord, pleasure. I if that is your will serve to the best of my ability", she replied. Butterflies began to churn in her stomach. She did not want to disappoint her Master, but she had no real idea how to serve. She had never been a maid or waitress.

  He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "I know you will, my pet. I've

  bought you something special for the occasion. On the bed is a box. In the box is what you will wear tonight. Any questions?"

  "No, Sir. Thank you for what you have purchased for me." She always

  delighted in what he brought her. The fact that he thought enough of her to buy her some small trinket made her heart swell with joy. Gently, she kissed his cheek in gratitude.

  He slapped her ass playfully. "Now, go and get dressed. You want to be ready both physically and mentally for our guests."

  She nodded and ran lightly upstairs to their bedroom. She wondered what he could have meant by "physically and mentally". He probably just wanted her to be relaxed and composed to provide excellent service to their guests. She opened up the box and lifted the tissue paper inside. There lay a pure white satin corset. She took off her clothes and fastened the corset around her waist. The snug fit gave her a feeling of security. Her breasts were pushed up high and together, showing deep cleavage. When she was done admiring herself in the mirror, she returned to the box. Inside were some sheer white thigh high stockings and white satin pumps. "Come-fuck-me-pumps" she believed was the term. Smoothing down the elastic at her thighs, she smiled at the thought of how much she enjoyed dressing for her Master. The shoes made her short legs look a few inches longer, which pleased her. She again peered in the box, but there was nothing left. Frowning, she looked under the box, on the floor, in the closet, but nothing else was new. She went downstairs to find her Master and inquire about the rest of her outfit.

  He was in the study sipping brandy and reading. He looked up over his glasses and smiled as she stopped in the doorway. "My dear, you look ravishing."

  "Thank you, Master, but I seem to be missing something." She stood

  awaiting his instructions. A gleam of recognition seemed to come over him.

  "Ah! I almost forgot! Come here, my pet." She went and knelt next to him at his chair. He reached into his pocket and drew out a gold chain with two hook clasps at the ends. He reached out and hooked one clasp on one nipple ring and then the other. Then he re-arranged her breasts so her nipples and rings were exposed over the corset. He put the chain on the outside of the corset and shifted back slightly to inspect his work.

  "Lovely. There are our first guests," he said, looking up as the doorbell rang, "you'd better go answer it."

  "But... but.. Sir, I haven't anything on the bottom, and I am exposed, Sir." She looked down to the floor and blushed a deep crimson. He tipped her chin up and looked her in the eyes as he said with a wicked grin, "I'm well aware of what you are and aren't wearing, little one. Now go answer the door or you'll bear the consequences."

  She made her way to the door quickly, so as to not oblige the visitors to ring again. She tried to hide behind the door as the first couple of the night, Master Ross and Colleen, entered. Turning red once again as she closed the door, her lack of dress was apparent to both of them.

  They didn't bat an eye, but rather commented on her becoming attire. She managed to stammer out a greeting, feeling she wasn't even in her own body. She took their coats and directed them to the living room. Master was there to greet them and cordially offered them drinks. Master Ross and Colleen were their dearest friends, oftentimes coming over just for coffee and chat. She learned a lot from Colleen as she wa
s both an experienced and cultured submissive. She and Colleen sat in the kitchen discussing a submissive's life while their Masters retired to the study.

  As she served Master Ross his drink, Colleen took the opportunity to correct her serving posture. "My dear, if you bend at the hips, you will appear so much more elegant. With all your charms to display, why bend at your knees?" Colleen smiled up at her as she took her drink, and she tried to serve the way Colleen described. Yes, it did feel better. Her legs felt more sensuous as the muscles at the back of her thighs stretched. It also allowed her to display some more of her breasts as she bent low with her serving tray.

  Again, the doorbell rang. This time it was a younger couple, Master Tom and his submissive, Sara. They obviously weren't privy to the outfit she would be sporting tonight, as were Master Ross and Colleen, but nonetheless they smiled and surrendered their coats to their lovely and nervous hostess.

  Once Master Tom and Sara were escorted to the living room to join the others, the doorbell rang again almost immediately. The need to keep everything running smoothly overshadowed her discomfort about her exposure and she went to the door briskly, breasts jiggling with each step. The gold chain attached to her rings was heavy and swayed as she walked, tugging her nipples to one side then the other as she moved to the door. Mistress Liz and rick were ushered in. Mistress Liz had always seemed somewhat haughty to her, but the girl was gracious nonetheless. As she took their coats and was turning towards the closet, Mistress Liz stopped her and ran her hands up her corset to her chain and gave a small tug. She gasped with surprise and delight as she felt her pussy grow wetter. She turned red as Mistress Liz grinned as the girl took them to the living room.

  Now the hors d'oeuvres needed to be served, along with drinks for the newcomers. She was so focused on her tasks and making sure everyone was satisfied that, for the first time that night, she didn't focus on her lack of clothing. Her Master required her to be naked when at home. She had grown accustomed to it, but this was the first time that she was unclothed in front of guests.

  As she served her Master hors d;eouvres, he looked up at her and winked. "My pet, you look absolutely edible bent over like that. Just stay like that for a moment." She froze in her position, holding the hors d'oeuvres tray with her tits hanging out. The chain swung back and forth and tugged on her nipples. Master was caressing her back, ass, and thighs. She wanted to close her eyes and moan, but thought perhaps it wouldn't be polite. His hand slipped behind her and into her pussy. She gasped. A few who were near turned at the sound.

  "It seems you've got your sub all worked up", Mistress Liz said to Master.

  "No, Liz, I think she was already worked up. She's quite wet. Do you think she enjoys her duties and her uniform?"

  Mistress Liz studied her for a moment, and the girl cast her eyes down, afraid of what they might betray. Her Master's fingers moving slowly in and out of her pussy was exquisite torment.

  "Yes, I rather think she does like being on display." She turned to resume her conversation with Colleen.

  "Stand up, my pet, and display yourself for our guests," Master commanded. She set her serving tray down and moved to the center of the room. She felt as if each eye was drilling a hole into her. She knew her face was beet red by the heat she felt. "Turn around slowly, my dear", Master directed. She did as he requested, trying not to catch her heels in the carpet. Being graceful when you're a klutz isn't so easy. She looked over as Mistress Liz and rick were conferring as rick's eyes travelled the length of her body. She looked uncomfortably at the floor, wishing her display would end. Her Master seemed deep in conversation with Master Tom, however, and seemed to have forgotten all about her. She continued to turn in a slow circle and could feel her pussy getting very wet. Presently, he motioned her to him. Quickly, she sank at his knees, grateful for the display to be over. He absentmindedly played with the chain on her nipples as he talked with his guest. As she felt the tugs on her nipples, the girl felt safe sitting here. She was no longer in the spotlight, but at her Master's side where she enjoyed being. The tugs grew a bit stronger on her nipple rings and she squirmed a bit on her heels, wishing she could satisfy that desire building up in her.

  Her Master looked down at her and saw her squirming. She had stopped a nanosecond too late. He peered at her and asked amusedly, "My dear, what is wrong? You are squirming so."

  She stammered out an apology, knowing it would be inadequate. "Sir, please forgive me."

  "But why my pet? Why do you move around like this? Do you need to use the bathroom?" His voice took on a sterner tone. The girl shook her head, eyes cast down. Her stomach was in knots, a sure sign she was about to get into trouble. The other conversations dwindled one by one as the guests realized that the girl was being chastised.

  "What is it then? Speak!" She started as the last command was barked at her.

  Haltingly, she replied, "Master, you were tugging at my chain, and it felt so good, Sir, that I had to squirm to try to calm my desire." Her voice trailed off at the end, wishing she could just crawl under his chair and be forgotten.

  "My dear, I didn't hear the last part of your explanation. You will stand up now and in a loud clear voice repeat what you just said."

  The girl groaned inwardly as she stood and spoke loudly with all eyes on her. "Master, you were tugging at my chain, and it felt so good, Sir, that I had to squirm to try to calm my desire."

  Her cheeks burned, and her eyes misted over with tears as for a moment, she felt her behavior must have been simply horrible for her guests to see, as if she were a little child that couldn't keep still.

  Her Master reached for her hand and brought her to face him so her knees were nearly touching his. He studied her standing there for a moment, and finally, in a quiet voice, he said, "Then calm your desire now, pet, as you stand there."

  Her eyes flew to his, wide and pleading. He returned her a look that was steady and unyielding. Swallowing hard, she spread her legs as he tapped them apart to reveal thighs wet with desire.

  "Bend over now, dear. Let me feel your breath on me as you pleasure yourself for our enjoyment." With that, he tugged firmly on her chain, and she bent sharply with the motion. Her ass was now facing the group. No one spoke a word. The atmosphere was electrified.

  She closed her eyes and he corrected her, "No, you will keep your eyes fastened on mine until released." She opened her eyes and gulped as she reached her hands in between her legs. She caressed her lips as her hands ran all the way to her ass and then back again. She slipped a finger into her pussy and as she drew it out, he motioned to her, and she licked it clean for him as if her finger was a cock to be worshipped. This act in itself was a huge confirmation of her arousal a this point. Her heart was pounding now, but not from anxiety, but rather from lust, and heat, and desire. Her eyes glazed over as she gazed into her Master's eyes. Her hand returned to her pussy to slip two fingers inside and to fuck herself for a moment. She moaned as she felt the filling of her pussy, wanting it to be her Master. The other hand moved to her clit and made slow circles around it. She ached with desire, and her pussy was flowing freely. She moved her fingers in and out faster and her clit she worked faster, giving it the occasional slap. The sensation was much more pronounced on a wet, shaven pussy. She moaned and slapped again.

  "Master, may I please cum for you now?", she pleaded. She hoped she could hold this orgasm until permission was granted. She continued to tease her clit with two fingers alternating with a slap or two directly on it.

  Her Master tugged on her chain to bring her closer to his face. He looked deep into her eyes and saw she was ready, beyond ready. He pulled straight down on her nipple chain and gave her the permission she sought.

  "You may cum, my little slut, and do it loudly for all to hear."

  Hearing that was a reminder that there were guests behind her. She had all but forgotten them. Now the realization that they had watched, mesmerized, made her groan and send her into an orgasm that made her knees we
ak. She cried aloud and threw her head back, leaning up a bit so the chain would pull harder on her nipples. Her pussy clamped around her fingers and wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her. Finally, it was done. She was covered in sweat. As she looked into her Master's eyes, she smiled.

  Chapter 2

  As the guests were ushered into the dining room by her Master, Luna stood watching them file in one by one. Her mind was foggy from a combination of the orgasm she'd just had and disbelief in what had just happened. Her knees were weak and her balance none too steady.

  Her Master came over to her and kissed her forehead. "Come, my dear, our guests are hungry." With that, he led her through the door to the kitchen. The maid had arranged everything for her before she had left in the order it would be served. He smiled at her, patted her rump, and walked out to the dining room to join his guests.

 

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