Trained To Submit: First Time BDSM Story

by Natalie Secrets

  "Tell me, Luna, why do you look at me so?", he asked for all to hear.

  "Sir, I am happy to serve in this manner, but Don't want to offend rick by doing what he is trained to do for his Mistress," she replied.

  "Is that either yours or rick's decision to make, pet?"

  "No, Sir, it is for you and Mistress Liz to determine."

  "Pray then, continue, my dear, and serve Mistress Liz well."

  "As you wish, milord."

  With that, Luna returned to the carrots on the chair. The problem was getting her face between Liz's legs deeply enough so that she could get the carrots firmly in her mouth. As she pushed in to retrieve them, her nose glanced slightly on Mistress's crotch. Luna immediately moved back, so as not to appear presumptuous, but Liz's surprised moan told her it was not unwelcome.

  "My dear, you've missed a small piece there. Please get that, if you will," ordered Mistress Liz to Luna. She could see no other piece of carrot remaining, but moved forward for a closer look. As she did so, Liz's hands grabbed Luna's dark curly hair firmly at the nape of her neck and guided her lips to Liz's wet, waiting pussy. She had a strong scent, and a very wet pussy. Luna had never served in this manner before, and gingerly slurped her tongue up Mistress' slit to lap up her juices. Liz moaned with delight. Luna heard a slight protest from rick across the table as he watched jealously. Liz's hands guided Luna's head firmly into her pussy and soon Luna's nose was teasing the Mistress Liz's clit and its small golden ring she found there. Luna's tongue dove deeply into Liz's wet cunt and slid in and out rapidly as Liz's iron grip on her hair guided her. Then, Luna found her mouth planted firmly over Liz's clit as she sucked it hard and teased the ring back and forth with her tongue. She kept licking and flicking Liz's clit with her tongue faster and faster. She wasn't sure if this was what Liz wanted, but it was what Luna herself wanted to be done to her pussy. Momentarily, Liz's hands pressed Luna's head down so hard on her pussy as she came in a shuddering climax. Luna was pressed against Liz's pussy as she felt the spasms flowing through her pussy as she licked up the juices of Mistress' passion. Luna could hardly breath and was feeling a bit panicky until finally Mistress Liz let her head go and Luna moved to the side of her chair, uncertain what to do. Mistress Liz looked down at Luna with a satisfied smile. Luna smiled nervously at her, uncertain if she should do something else.

  "Rick," the Mistress commanded his presence with just the one terse word. Almost immediately, rick was at the other side of her chair awaiting his orders.

  "Clean her," came the order. Rick moved over to Luna and slowly and methodically cleaned Liz's juices from her cheeks, nose, chin, and lips with his tongue. When he was satisfied that he had removed all traces of his mistress' juices from Luna's face, he returned to the other side of the chair.

  "Mistress, Luna awaits your inspection," he announced with no small amount of satisfaction.

  Mistress Liz took Luna's face in her hands and turned it from side to side, reviewing her boy's work.

  "Satisfactory," was all she said, dismissing them both. Rick returned to his chair to finish his meal, and Luna to her Master's side. He patted her on her head and tugged her nipple chain firmly as he whispered "well done" in her ear. Luna beamed with pride at this praise. She was always elated when her master voiced his approval.

  The dinner finished shortly thereafter, and Sara and rick begged leave to use the restroom. As Luna cleaned up the table in preparation for dessert, she thought about how wonderful a night this had been: she had learned much this evening, thanks to the guidance of her beloved Master. She hoped the night would continue on in the same delightful fashion. As she lit new candles for dessert, and set the dishes around, she saw that Sara and rick had still not returned from the bathroom. Liz and Tom, too, had noted their absence and seemed more than a little put off by their insolence.

  As Luna went into the kitchen to get the port and glasses, she heard Mistress Liz speak loudly and sharply. It seemed that the two had returned at last. As she returned to the dining room, Luna could see rick and Sara at their respective owners' feet.

  "What were you doing up there so long, rick?", Mistress Liz commanded sternly. She had his face in a vise-like grip and rick, wide-eyed with fear, could hardly speak. Sara at her master's feet, groveled and begged mercy as she cried voluminous tears.

  "Ma'am, Sara and I went to the restroom, Ma'am. While she was in there, I smelled smoke. I knocked softly and she let me in and we shared a cigarette." The tone of despair in his voice told everyone how Mistress Liz felt about him smoking. He trembled.

  Master Tom glared down at Sara.

  "Is this true, Sara? You defy my direct orders to refrain from smoking? You further disgrace me by smoking in ANOTHER MASTERS' HOME?", he asked. His tone was quiet but everyone could hear the anger below the surface.

  "Yes, Master, please have mercy on me," Sara replied, as she went into another fresh bout of tears. She kissed and licked his shoes in supplication.

  "And why should I do that, Sara? You've clearly shown you have no regard for any one here, including your Master." His tone was contemptuous and Luna trembled for Sara and her miserable fate.

  Luna set the glasses and the port on the sidebar and went and knelt next to her Master. She felt safer there. He caressed her hair and shoulders gently, knowing how shocking this was for her to see. In the three months she had been with him, she had never so flagrantly broken any rule he had set for her. Still, he thought, it was good for Luna to see what could happen if she disobeyed. He could feel her trembling as she watched, mesmerized.

  Mistress Liz instructed rick to go to the car. He bowed out of the room, and once in the living room, fairly dashed to the car to fetch what she ordered. As he returned to the dining room, he dropped to his knees and carried the large bag in his teeth and dropped it on his mistress' chair. He knelt there, head down, certain punishment imminent.

  Meanwhile, Master Tom had Sara stand and strip herself of every bit of clothing she had on. He said she no longer had the right to wear any and besides, he said, he wouldn't want the whip to ruin them. Sara whimpered in fright.

  Liz was rooting through the bag rich had retrieved from the car, and presently came up with a large flogger and handed it to Master Tom. Sara's eyes widened as she saw the snake's tongue tails on the end of the falls. Tom expertly whipped it through the air a few times to get the feel of it.

  "Assume the position, you ungrateful wench," came his terse command. Sara stood up and wrapped her hair in her hands at the base of her neck, keeping it out of the way and protecting her neck as well. She stretched herself out, slightly protruding her rear and lowering her head.

  "Thank you, Master, for disciplining my body and my mind," she said, just as the first fall of the flogger hit her ass.

  "Count," came the command from Tom.

  "One, Sir, thank you," Sara replied, with a slight grunt as the force of the flogger forced the air from her lungs.

  Sara continued counting as Tom proceeded to flog every inch of her posterior: shoulders, back, ass, thighs, and calves. She was turning a bright shade of red and Luna was wondering what would happen should she lose count. Luna's master pulled her head over slightly and said, "Tom will start over if she loses count. We wouldn't want that, would we?", he said with a chuckle. How did he know what she was thinking? It seemed he could read her mind sometimes. His grip on Luna's hair became tighter as the flogging proceeded. Luna could feel the response in her sex to the tight grip on her hair. It always did that to her, whether she wanted it or not.

  Meanwhile, Mistress Liz had rick over her chair with his trousers around his knees as she prepared to paddle his bare ass.

  "Thank you Mistress for correcting me and helping me to serve you better."

  The crack of the paddle made Luna jump. She had no idea that Mistress Liz could pack so formidable a wallop. She began to have a new respect for the lone mistress in the room. Rick's body moved forward slightly with each impact of the paddle as he
counted his thanks to his mistress for her discipline. Master Ross and Colleen sat quietly in their chairs and watched both scenes without comment.

  Sara's backside was now flaming red from the flogger's sting. Master Tom ordered her to turn around and she did so slowly, keeping her hair and her arms in place. She stood there, eyes closed, and waited for his continuation of her discipline. He found in the bag a lovely crop and he brought this to their side of the table. He traced it along Sara's jaw and down to her neck and breasts. He wanted her to know what she's getting next, Luna thought to herself. It almost seemed as if Sara let out a very small moan. Suddenly, the sharp crack of the crop against a nipple and Sara gasped loudly. Another crack on the other nipple came shortly after.

  "Girl, have you forgotten your orders so soon?", Tom said as he laid two more strokes across her nipples.

  "N-n-no, Master, that is four, Sir," she replied quickly.

  "My dear you will start from one. When will you ever learn?", he replied as he struck her 6 times in rapid succession on both breasts.

  Luna felt Sara's shame at her failure here. She wasn't sure if Sara felt it, but Luna felt it nonetheless.

  "Yes, Sir, I'll start at one," came the reply. Master Tom grunted his disbelief.

  Mistress Liz was now using the flogger Tom had discarded on rick's back. His ass looked like it would spontaneously combust at any time. He was still counting strokes and thanking his mistress for her concern fervently. Evidently, he had not forgot all his training, Luna thought to herself.

  Luna's master looked down at her and saw her watching both scenes in fascination. He reached down and pulled her nipple chain firmly and she looked up at him adoringly.

  "Master?", she asked.

  "Yes, pet."

  "Thank you for training me so thoroughly, Sir," she said as she laid her head on his knee.

  "You're welcome pet. You are an excellent student," he replied as he caressed her hair.

  Rick's back and ass were now a deep shade of red under Mistress Liz's hand. He was now off the chair and licking her boots as he murmured his thanks and apologies to her between licks. Luna could see that he now had a butt plug inserted, too. Liz murmured something to rick and he crawled on his belly to Luna's master's feet. He began licking and kissing his boots eagerly.

  "Master Mark, Sir, I humbly beg your forgiveness for my grievous transgression in your house today. If you would like to punish me yourself, I am here to accept whatever you wish to heap on your most miserable servant, Sir."

  Master Mark looked down at rick groveling at his feet. "No, rick, I think Mistress Liz has sufficed in her discipline. No further discipline from me is necessary. You may return to your mistress with my forgiveness."

  Rick looked a bit disappointed, but crawled back to his mistress with his butt-plugged butt high in the air. She seemed satisfied and bent her head in gratitude to Master Mark. Luna marveled at her master's grace and sense of decorum. Her heart filled with pride that she was his.

  Presently, a totally reddened Sara crawled to Master Mark's feet to beg forgiveness as well, and was treated in the same manner. She crawled back to her master and he patted her head.

  All was forgiven and now it was time for dessert.

  Chapter 4

  Luna always loved the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. As she poured it into a thermos carafe, she thought of what this evening's dinner party had taught her. What stuck out most in her mind was that her Master always wanted her to try her best, even if she failed in her given task. He was a good and fair master, and she adored him. Even tonight, although her bottom was still a bit tender from her cropping, she knew that her punishment was a teaching tool, not intended to break her spirit. Luna wondered if she could or would try to please her master half as much if broken. She shuddered involuntarily at the thought. For her to please her master to the best of her ability was all she wanted right now. She gained so much joy from little acts she did for him like bringing him his scotch at night along with a blanket to ward off the evening's chill. As she loaded coffee, whiskey, cream, and sugar on the tray she thought of how some of her greatest rewards have been seeing his eyes smile at her with pride as she truly surprised and pleased him with her service. Luna felt blessed to have such a master.

  Straightening her shoulders and checking her hair in the glass, Luna carried the coffee tray gently into the dining room. The guests took their seats as she set the tray on the sideboard, but Sara and rick sat a bit slower and more gingerly than the rest. They exchanged glances of commiseration as they each grimaced as their tender backsides contacted the chairs. Luna began to fill coffee cups quietly.

  "I think I will sleep on my stomach tonight, Sara," muttered rick as he winced. Sara nodded her assent as she gently rubbed her backside.

  "That was a bought lesson for you both," commented Colleen lightly as she laid her napkin across her lap, "I'll wager you won't make that mistake ever again."

  "Why do we never see you punished, Colleen?" asked Sara in a slightly petulant tone.

  "My dear, I've been a submissive half of my 40 years," she replied, "now that doesn't mean I Don't make mistakes. That just means I know what is expected of me, both at home and in public. When I was your age, my ass was redder than yours is now, my dear."

  "You also have to remember that I have been with Master Ross for many years. His standard for my conduct has long been ingrained in me, Sara. Master Ross feels that a submissive should represent the master in the external world, and that they are a reflection of the master, you see?"

  She smiled as she took coffee from Luna.

  "Do you see how graceful and unobtrusive Luna is right now, Sara? She is serving the coffee efficiently and yet with such grace. Look how she bends at the waist to pour my coffee. She is elegance personified. But, if we chose not to acknowledge her, she would move on to her next guest barely noticed. That is a credit to Master Mark's training. So, you see, she represents him well."

  Sara looked at Luna as she had turned to fill rick's cup, not saying a word. Luna's smile was broad, though, as she beamed her gratitude for Colleen's public praise of her efforts. She also enjoyed the caressess that Colleen was giving to her backside and the back of her thighs as she discussed Luna's posture. One would have thought Colleen was running her hands along a filly's lines. Sara's epiphany tonight was that she did indeed represent her master when in public. She was shamed at the thought of her behavior, like some errant child, and vowed to make him proud of her in future.

  As Luna moved between Sara and Master Ross, she smiled at Colleen and made a mental note to tell her just how much she appreciated her support tonight. It was so typical of Colleen to allot the credit for something to another, when she had indeed done the deed herself. Why, she had only just this evening mentioned to Luna about how to bend when serving. She was truly a class act, Luna thought.

  Dessert this evening was a chocolate fondue. Luna had set the fondue pot in the center of the table some time ago. The chocolate's sweet fumes mixed with the coffee aromas as it warmed and bubbled in its pot. Luna laid out plates of fruit pieces and cakes in front of each guest. She took her place at her master's side as the guests each dipped a morsel in the vat. Luna looked up at her master as he smiled and winked with a mouthful of chocolate-covered pound cake. Luna giggled at him, and was so happy that he had a silly streak in him.

  "My dear, would you care for some coffee?", he asked solicitously.

  "Yes, Master, please and thanks!", she replied. She wondered why she was not offered dessert. Perhaps I'm losing my firmness, she thought, as she accepted the warm cup. Her eyebrows arched in surprise as she tasted the little extra her master put in the cup - a healthy shot of whiskey. She sipped it gratefully, relaxing as the warmth made her way to her belly. She settled back on her heels as she watched her guests bathe their treats in the chocolate and let them hover momentarily above the pot as the extra drizzled off. Small talk ensued.

  When done, Master Ross looked down at Luna,
and then up at her master.

  "Mark, Luna has not had dessert," he said.

  Feigning astonishment, Master Mark replied,"No? Have I been remiss?"

  Master Ross chuckled to himself as he drew the fondue pot closer to him. A look to Colleen was enough for her to rise and start collecting the dishes from the sated guests. Luna quickly started to rise from her place, but her master's firm hand in her hair kept her kneeling.

  "It's all right, pet, you enjoy your coffee. Colleen is almost done," he murmured in her ear.

  Luna relaxed as she saw Colleen wink as she headed into the kitchen. If the master orders it so, she thought, as she finished the last bit of coffee. She laid her head on his knee and breathed a sigh of contentment.

  As Colleen took her place once again, Master Mark thanked her for her help, and turning to Luna, he asked, "Little One, would you like some dessert?"