Trained To Submit: First Time BDSM Story

by Natalie Secrets

  On a darker note, I was taken further into the Sadean depths of pain and reward. Lana would punish me in the corporal manner, then; excited to the point of hysteria, she would turn her body over to me for ‘extreme unction’. She liked using religious metaphors to describe various sexual acts; I suppose it was as a result of her having been the mistress of a Catholic Cardinal during her youth. ‘Extreme unction,’ in Lana’s cryptic meaning of the term, meant sodomy. She would prostrate herself on the bed, shamelessly revealing her spread anus, referring to it as her ‘chapel,’ urging me to visit it for late afternoon ‘prayers.’ To gain anal ingress, we used fresh warmed butter, a technique Lana said she’d learned from a debauched Italian Countess, with whom she was on more than just friendly terms. Lana had a propensity for lesbianism, among her many other vices. In fact, she enjoyed men and women equally, judging her lovers only via their expertise in ‘le passions l’amour’ and the extreme pleasure she got from sex.

  The first time we performed sodomy, we were naked in Madame’s boudoir, sprawling on the bed after having copulated in the usual male on top way. Lana got up and douched my sperm from her slit with a powerful metal syringe. She turned to me as she parted her thighs and plunged the spout up her fundament and said, crudely, “I should have got you to pee your muck out of me...It’s just as effective as douching you know. Someone once told me that ladies in ancient Rome used their lover’s urine as a method of birth control...’ She grinned and asked, ‘Ever heard that, darling boy?” I said I hadn’t, but admitted I found the idea arousing. I was now as filthy-minded as Lana was, open to any deviancy she suggested. Everything about her was arousing to me, the merest sigh, the flow of her long black hair, her pale, ghostly, body, the scent of her breath on my face... A year ago, I should have been as red as a beetroot with embarrassment upon hearing a beautiful aristocratic woman say such lewd things. Now though, sexual explicitness had become so normal in my life that I expected it; and, in fact, I craved it from the object of my desire at every conceivable moment.

  “My love, I’ve had quite a naughty idea, seeing that you’re stiff again,” Lana said, eyeing my penis that had once again grown tumescent between my young thighs. She reached out and handled it, stroking the tip with her thumb in little circles. I gasped with pleasure and she said, “Mmm...I like the fact you’re quite big, darling. Just the sight of that magnificent wand gives me filthy ideas...’

  “Might I be privy to this naughty idea?” I asked, excited at her interest.

  “Mmm...Of course you can, silly boy,” Lana said. “It’s this...” and the douche water cascaded from of her slit and into the bucket between her legs. She made a loud grunt then wiped herself dry with a cloth and came back to the bed. She leaned on my chest. “I can see you enjoyed that,” she said, toying with my leaking penis, whispering seductively, “Mmm...I love it when you’re as stiff as a poker, darling.” Her breath was warm in my ear and she added, “...because I have a use for that nice hard rod.”

  “Really,” I asked, “for what purpose, Madame?”

  “I’d like you to stick it right here,” she suggested, placing my index finger in the cleft of her derriere.

  “Open ‘the chapel,’ you mean, Madame?” I asked

  “Yes, sir,” she said, giggling, “I think it’s about time for our ‘prayers’.”

  “Are you clean there, Madame?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you douche yourself first, just in case?”

  “Of what?” she asked.

  “Well, er... you know...” I said, not wanting to mention the unmentionable.

  “Still so squeamish aren’t you, darling boy?” Lana teased, her brow furrowed in mock exasperation. She gripped my face in both her hands and said: “You’ll have to take a chance on getting your sword chocolate-coated, won’t you, if you really want us to ‘pray’ together?”

  “You have the ability to be disgustingly seductive, Madame,” I whispered, wanting her madly now.

  “I can sense you’re eager to ‘pray’, are you not, sir?” she added, her breath coming faster now. “I can tell by your eyes that you are.”

  “Oh my God, yes, Madame, I am, completely,” I gushed.

  Lana had me now and she knew it. How could I refuse her anything, or want to.

  “Excellent!” she said, and got up off the bed, her breasts swinging and her curvaceous bottom undulating. She walked to the ‘communicator,’ a device that linked the various rooms of the house and pressed a bell before speaking into the device’s brass mouthpiece. “Calandra, quickly girl, bring some butter up to the boudoir, immediately.” she ordered, before coming back to bed. She spent the time before the maid arrived by sucking my penis with impressive energy and when not sucking, telling me about all the filthy enjoyment we were about to indulge ourselves in.

  “I always reach my climax much faster when a man ‘prays’ hard with me,” she said, giggling like a schoolgirl.

  “I will try and be extra indulgent, Madame,” I told her.

  A discreet knock then sounded on boudoir door. “Enter,” Lana said. The young maid, Calandra, entered, disregarded our nudity and state of obvious sexual arousal, curtseyed politely then handed Lana a small plate with several pats of creamy golden butter on it. I could see by the consistency that the butter had been warmed prior to being brought up.

  “Is that all, Madame?” the girl asked.

  “No. I want you to stay, Calandra. You may assist the proceedings,” Lana told her.

  “Here, girl, sit on the edge of the bed.”

  “Sir, do the honours, please, will you?” Lana said, and handed me the butter, crouching low like a lioness, her creamy haunches raised high, her head low against a pillow.

  “You may spread me, girl,” she instructed her maid.

  The girl crouched and smoothed back the flawless porcelain skin of Madame’s buttocks, revealing the little furrowed pink ‘rosebud’ nestling there. I scooped some butter onto two of my fingers and carefully greased Lana’s ring. Her pretty head turned to me and she groaned, “Mm, Mm! Yes, yes, that’s it my love, finger my filthy hole. Be violent doing it, if you wish.” Calandra patiently held apart her Mistress’s buttocks and watched what I was doing with a curious attention, giving me a wry knowing smile. She didn’t seem at all perturbed by the goings on and I whispered to Lana.

  “Is this girl privy to all your debauchery?”

  “Of course she is,” my lover replied. “That little slut isn’t so innocent. Don’t be fooled by her convent-girl looks...She’s seen every filthy thing imaginable over the years; haven’t you, girl?”

  The servant smiled and replied, “Yes, I have, Madame.”

  Lana explained that she sometimes preferred Calandra to be present during her sexual encounters. The girl, she said, was her ‘audience’ to show off to. Madame was an intense egoist, proudly convinced of her sexual power over all men and women...

  In most cases, she was right.

  To prove her point, she asked Calandra: “Do you love me, my sweet little whore, utterly and completely?”

  The girl’s face lit up and she replied: “Yes, Madame, completely.”

  Everyone seemed to love Lana, unreservedly; she had that kind of effect on most mortals.

  My lover turned to me and said, casually, “There, there’s the proof, darling boy...She loves me and wants to be my partner in crime, don’t you, girl?”

  Calandra nodded enthusiastically and replied, “Always, Madame.”

  I stifled a laugh. The audaciousness of Lana constantly amazed me.

  Now the fun and games really started. “Monsieur has a beautiful sword, doesn’t he?” Lana asked her maid. She looked over her shoulder to see the girl’s reaction.

  Calandra giggled and said, “Oh yes, Madame, a very fine one. It’s very long, ooh-la-la.”

  Lana was up to her cunning tricks. “Would you like to touch that magnificent weapon?” she asked the girl.

  Calandra giggled and put her hand to her lips, “Oh, I don’t know,
Madame, monsieur is very big and my hands are quite small.”

  I had lost all sense of shame and propriety after becoming Lana’s lover. She had managed to coerce me, utterly; such was the spell she cast over me (and others). I was her willing slave, her carpet to walk on; I was now totally and completely in love with her. Did she love me? I was uncertain if Lana ever loved anyone other than herself. However, I convinced myself that as she gave me her body so willingly, her heart would surely follow. I never asked about her others lovers and she didn’t reveal any detail, although I’m certain there must have been many. Sad as it seems, I preferred to share her rather than lose her by being possessive, although sometimes when alone, pangs of jealously about whom she was with dogged my moods.

  “Touch it!” Lana scolded the hesitating servant. “That’s an order, girl.”

  My lover’s beautiful face changed from that of a smiling sophisticate to a demented she-wolf in seconds. She could do that rather too easily and it frightened me a little, her weird mania for changing the atmosphere, from light to dark, especially in sexual surroundings.

  Calandra looked afraid. “Of course, Madame, as you wish,” she said.

  Lana turned and knelt before me. I stood up on the bed and she gripped my prick in her right hand and pointed it at Calandra. The maid looked up at me and then across at Lana, who stared coldly at her, like a bird of prey about to seize its victim. The girl reached out and her tiny hands just about circled the stem of my penis. “Oh, I like that,” I gasped as she pumped the foreskin back and forth over the glans.

  “There,” Lana said. “Isn’t it nice to have a man’s sword under your power?”

  Calandra looked at her mistress and smiled. “Yes, Madame” she replied.

  Lana stroked the girl’s thick brown hair and unclasped the little clip at the back and let it all spill down over her slim shoulders.

  “Thank you, Madame,” Calandra said.

  “Now, what have I taught you?” Lana said, in an irritated voice. “Spit on sir’s sword and moisten it as you stroke it. A dry rod is uncomfortable for a man. Be aware of that if you want to pleasure him pJeanly.”

  “Sorry, Madame, of course, how stupid of me,” the girl said. She leaned forward and dribbled on the glans of my penis, smoothing the spit in with her fingers.

  “Yes, that’s very much better!” I told Lana.

  She nodded her approval. “Now you may taste it,” she said to the girl.

  Calandra’s mouth opened wide and Lana guided my weapon towards its target. I pushed the girl’s head from the back as she sucked hard, soon choking on my prick, coughing and gagging. Lana laughed and said, “Silly little slut!” and pushed harder on the girl’s neck. Her young lips swelled around my shaft, her tongue tickling the fraenulum and giving me a lot of pleasure. “Oh yes, that’s excellent!” I gasped. I was squeezing the girl’s small breasts through the black cotton material of her uniform top. Her nipples hardened instantly under my touch. “She’s good at this,” I said to Lana. “Did you teach her how to give pleasure this way?” Lana smiled slyly. “Of course, sir,” she replied. “I’ve taught her everything.” Waves of intense pleasure engulfed me as the girl’s lips touched my balls. This felt so wrong, being pleasured by a servant in front of her employer, and yet, with Lana, it seemed normal and desirable.

  To make her point, Lana came close to Calandra and kissed the girl’s mouth like a woman possessed. I pushed my phallus between their flicking tongues and they shared the shaft, sucking up and down its length, their lips finally merging over the glans, accompanied by a lot of sighs and gasps. “Yes, yes!” I groaned and pushed their faces together, watching the scene below me play out like a pornographic illustration from one of the obscene books in Lana’s ‘Forbidden Library.’

  “I think it’s time to ‘pray,’ my love,” Madame said.

  She crouched low on the bed, presenting her succulent derriere to me and reached around and touched her butter-leaking ‘rosebud,’ before bringing her fingers to her fulsome pink lips. She licked them and then said, “Mmm, I would say the meat is ready to be carved, sir.”

  Turning her face to Calandra, she said, “You, girl, take off your uniform.”

  The servant was as immodest as Madame was about nudity. I looked her over and asked, “How old are you?”

  “Just twenty, sir,” she replied.

  I noticed that she had an adolescent body, underdeveloped for her age, with small apple-sized breasts, a slim waist and legs, a tiny derriere and thick brown hair that hung luxuriously down her back. As proof she was actually a mature woman - and not a child - there was a mat of tangled brown pubic hair between her legs and under her arms. This was at odds with her child-like face. If one didn’t know her actual age, one could have easily mistaken her for a much younger girl.

  “Calandra, come here, girl... you know what’s required,” Lana instructed.

  The girl lay on her back on the bed and Madame straddled her face with her vagina pressed to her lips. She groaned, “Yes, yes, just there, that’s it!” when the girl’s tongue made contact with her clitoris, lapping and licking the little pearl with the enthusiasm of a Sapphic huntress. Calandra’s sexual appetite amazed me. Lana had trained her in all the arts of sexual seduction; one could see it; she’d corrupted the girl as surely as she was corrupting me.

  I knelt on the bed and Calandra carefully guided my penis to her Mistress’s sphincter, something she had obviously done many times before. She parted the buttocks for me as I pushed against the puckered hole and Lana howled: “Oh my God, it hurts like the devil, but please sir, press on,” as her stubborn muscular ring resisted. I pushed again, with more force this time. Lana gripped the pillow under her face and said, as she suddenly swallowed my length into her anus... “Pray sir, pray hard!” I thrust away, my swinging balls being sucked and licked by the ravenous Calandra lying below us. She was turning out to be a dark horse indeed. I slapped Lana’s curvaceous bottom as I shafted her, leaving handprints across its porcelain surface. Her screams of pleasure at receiving this added pain only caused her to become even louder and more outrageous. “Kiss sir’s behind!” she ordered her servant. I felt the girl’s tongue fill my hole and I pinched her erect brown nipples in return, until she flinched and whimpered. I could tell by the girlish whimpers and moans coming from below me that Calandra was having her slit fingered and licked by Madame. The collective uninhibited sexual sounds, including my own contributions, conjoined to make a noisy sexual symphony. Within moments, Lana screamed, “I’m climaxing, sir! Oh-oh-oh!!” as Calandra’s nimble fingers did their work on her slit. “Oh, Mistress, I’m going to explode!” Calandra gasped, as Lana’s expert mouth finished her off. I continued ‘praying’ in Lana’s ‘Chapel,’ slowly riding her thrashing body as it collapsed forward on top of her servant. I watched with extreme gratitude the greedy mouths and rubbing fingers under me. Seeing the girl sucking Lana’s slit with such enthusiasm, caused me to fetch-off as well. I felt the sap rising in my balls and I unsheathed myself from Lana’s anus and let my seed splash Calandra’s pretty face.

  “Take it all, you slut!” I shouted, as I emptied myself over her.

  Far from being revolted by the act, Calandra opened her mouth wide and allowed me to spurt right down her throat, gurgling and choking on the sticky gift I was giving her. As a finale, she swallowed my penis, almost the whole length. I yelled, “Ah, that’s perfect, you little slut!” and stroked the girl’s face as she used both her small hands to squeeze the last droplets of sperm out of my prick and onto her tongue. Lana turned around and crouched, kissing Calandra first and then smearing the glistening semen that I’d deposited on her face, into her skin. She also used some to smear her own face. “It’s excellent for the skin, sir,” she shamelessly told me. “All sexually adventurous women know about it.”

  “Isn’t that correct, my pretty little whore?” she asked the girl.

  Calandra nodded and said, “Yes, it is, Madame.”

  Lana w
as cuddling Calandra from behind. Her considerable bosom rode up over the girl’s slim shoulders; both breasts fitting around her ears like a soft pink bonnet. The girl leaned back, clearly enjoying the ‘mothering’ Lana was giving her.

  “Isn’t she adorable?” Lana asked me.

  I said that she was indeed.

  “She’s like a daughter to me,” Lana explained. “I’ve taught her all my deviancies, all my little vices, haven’t I, my pretty whore?” Calandra nodded and cupped the breasts surrounding her ears and laughed playfully. “Yes, Madame, you’ve been so kind to me. I’m eternally grateful to you for allowing me to be a part of your wonderful family.”

  “Now, one last game for us to play, sir...” Lana said; a mysterious tone in her soft voice.

  “Calandra, fetch the restraints.”

  The girl got off the bed and went to an ornate Chinese cabinet in the corner of the room, retrieving a set of leather fetters. She brought them over and handed them to her mistress.