The Training of Sabrina – Part 2: Rules [MF BDSM Mdom Fsub oral]

Crossposted from r/BDSMerotica

Hello, all. This is my first story. It is very long, and encompasses three months of my life. I can personally guarantee that everything in here is true, although somewhat paraphrased. It is not embellished nor fiction. I will be cross-posting this to other subreddits as I feel appropriate. There will be multiple parts and they will run together. Stick with the story and I am sure you will not be disappointed. I will also make a pledge to answer every response and comment to this story. So please, upvote, ask questions, and make comments.

I am a Dom. This is a story about how I met and trained Sabrina. As a visualization, Sabrina was 5’3″ and approximately 110 lbs. Her lithe frame was tattooed and sported B cup breasts with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes that glimmered when she earned a load of cum. I stood at 5’7″ tall and 150lbs. Dishwater blond hair and dashing blue eyes that can stare daggers or encouragement with a single look. My beard game was on point at the time, as well.

The Training of Sabrina – Part 1: The Meeting & Arrangement [MF]

Part 2: Rules

Sabrina and I had our first session the night that we met. Her boyfriend had given her to me to train. The first session was to establish a baseline, trust, rules, and expectations. We went back to my apartment in silence, her fidgeting the whole way. She was unsure, unsteady, but incredibly turned on and excited to begin. When we walked through the door, I commanded simply, “Strip.”

She took off her blouse, shoes, and dress and stood by the doorway in her matching blue bra and thong. Her hands wrung each other when I returned from pouring a glass of scotch on the rocks. “Was there something you did not understand?” I asked when I returned.

“No, Sir,” She replied.

“Then why are you still wearing clothes?” She shrugged; I continued. “Usually, that would be a punishable offense. Because this is our first session, I will not punish you. But from now on, when we are alone together, you will be naked. Do you understand?” She nodded; I continued. “Use your words, dear.”

“I understand,” she verbalized.

“I understand…?” I coaxed.

“I understand, Sir.” She sounded defeated, and happy.

“Good girl.”

It never ceased to amaze me how these little praises would elicit a physical response. She sighed, content. I could see in her eyes that she was fighting this. Everything she knew, everything she was taught growing up was to be a strong independent woman. But she had just gushed from the praise of two little words. Her mind needed this. It wanted to be controlled, to be taken care of. To let go of the daily life and rely on someone else to take the power and make decisions for her. Her subconscious knew this, and there was no way around it. Even if she had wanted to deny this, the string of liquid around her labia would have given her arousal away.

I went to the bedroom to get a pillow and put it on the floor in front of my office chair. I instructed her, “Come here, on your knees.” When she did as she requested, I asked about her prudish past with her now-boyfriend Peter. I asked her about her slutty past after they had broken up. All of this had started about six months ago. She and Peter had issues while living together about chores and taking care of Sabrina’s children from a previous marriage. They had started fighting and that transferred into their dead bedroom. Peter wanted to spice things up: anal, blowjobs, tying Sabrina up, bondage, impact play, etc. Sabrina was inexperienced [as was Peter] but wanted to do her best to please her man. As he was not experienced in taking the lead on such endeavors, most of what they tried ended in failure. Sabrina turned outside of the relationship, which caused the relationship to end. She never enjoyed giving blowjobs, she never swallowed, anal took too much preparation, she was worried about being tied up, she didn’t like pain. Some of that had changed in the past three months as she slutted around this small town. But we were going to change all of that.

“So,” I said as she finished, “this needs to change. If I am going to give you back to Peter as the best personal slut you can be, we have a lot of work to do. The first thing we are going to do is change your outlook on blowjobs. Blowjobs are a powerful experience. You hold the entire pleasure of a human being in your body at that moment. You want to make them feel good, and that gives you the power. When he cums in your mouth, you have just been rewarded. And you want to be rewarded, correct?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Yes…?” I again drew out.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I continued, “By the time we are finished, you are going to be able to climax simply by giving a blowjob. You will be rewarded with cum, and you will swallow every drop. You will cherish and love cock with your mouth and you will worship your man’s cock and his cum when he presents it to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She replied.

“Good girl. You are learning. Now, first things first. What should we call you? Slut, whore, cum bag, holes?”

“Whatever you would like to call me, Sir.” She was learning.

“Good girl. I believe we will stick with ‘slut’ for now. If something better and more fitting comes to mind, we will change it later. Now, slut, do you remember what Rule Number One is?” I said, challenging her recollection of what we had just discussed.

Her eyes darted back and forth to each of the corners of the room. She was nervous. Had she forgotten already? Was she going to back out? “How many rules will there be?” She finally asked.

“As many as we need. As I mentioned before, each relationship is different. Our scenario will not be like any other you have encountered nor will encounter. We will create rules as our relationship matures and evolves as I see fit. You will be responsible to make sure that they are memorized and followed. Breaking a rule will lead to punishment. And I do not mean the spanking leading to sex [f]unishment. I mean actual punishment that you will not enjoy. Follow the rules, and your tasks, and you will be rewarded. Do not, and you will not enjoy the consequences. Now, that being said. Do you remember Rule Number 1?”

“I do, Sir,” she replied.

“And what is rule number one?”

“When we are alone, I am to be naked,” she said, with the pride of a middle school girl who knew the answer to the teacher’s question. ‘Could this girl be a little?’ I thought to myself. ‘I guess we’ll have to wait and find out.’

“Good girl. You will also not be allowed to sit on furniture unless given express permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, still on her knees on the pillow in front of me.

“Are you ready for Rule Number Two?” At this, she became visibly excited, almost nervous. She was squirming and her eyes had a fire. She wanted to please. She needed to please. And these rules were one step to please Peter, to please me, and release that control that she so desperately wanted to give away.

“Yes, Sir.” She said as her eyes found a spot on the floor and she stared, basically staring with enough force to bore a hole into the basement.

“Rule Number Two is that whenever you see my cock, you will pleasure it. Most of the time it will be with your mouth. But sometimes you will be allowed to use your hand. Or we will have sex. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” came my immediate reply.

“Good girl. Now, what is Rule Number Two?”

Her eyes drifted back and forth, deep in concentration. She wanted to remember it verbatim. She wanted to please me. “Rule Number Two is that whenever I see your cock, I will please it, Sir.”

“Good,” I said. I stood up from my chair and placed my hand on her cheek. She melted into it with a look of determination and pleasure. I unbuckled my pants, undid the button and unzipped; letting my pants fall to the floor. “Would you like to taste my cock now?” I asked. I knew the answer, she had been craving it since we walked in the door.

“Yes please, Sir.”

I pulled down my boxers and my hard cock sprung out. She stared and visibly drooled. I sat in my chair and ordered her to come to me. She stood up and grabbed her pillow. “No,” I demanded. “On your knees.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. She dropped to her knees and crawled to me. She rested on her heels and put her hands on her knees.

“Good girl. Before you begin, I want you to know something. This needs to be the best blowjob you have ever given. I do not like teeth. I do like my blowjobs to be sloppy. You will worship my cock. While you suck my cock, there is nothing else important in the whole world. My cock, and its corresponding happiness, are your only priorities. If the phone rings, you will not answer it. If someone knocks on the door, you will not stop until I am pleased. My pleasure will be your pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she promptly responded. During my whole speech, she had not taken her eyes off my cock, now leaking pre-cum and twitching with my own heartbeat.

“Good girl. Now suck. I will not be fucking you tonight. I will cum in your mouth. You will swallow it. You may keep it in your mouth and play with it, or you may swallow it directly.” And suck she did. I have never before nor since had such vigor and enthusiasm in a blowjob. Talking about it with her, telling her how important these were to her, to me, to Peter, and to their relationship, really put the fire in her heart to do the best she could. It was sloppy, there was spit everywhere. The thick spit that comes from the back of your throat. She would slap her face with my spit-drenched cock. Her mascara ran. Her makeup was ruined. Her pussy had left a drop of her arousal on my pillow.

“Cunt,” I called her, “your dirty pussy has left a mark on my pillow. I guess I know which pillow you’ll be sleeping on tonight. And tomorrow, you will take the pillow case home and wash it; to be returned to me during our next session. Do you understand?”

She simply nodded with my cock in her mouth; unable, or perhaps unwilling, to remove it.

“So,” I continued, “it is time to set the expectations for what this relationship is going to be. We will start with your blowjob training. Which, judging by what you’re doing now, will not need to be long.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she interrupted. I let that one slide, because I did give her a compliment and I appreciated that she was listening. Too many times could she have fallen into subspace and stopped listening to me.

“By the end of your blowjob training, you will be able to cum simply by sucking cock. You will be able to give the best blowjobs in the state. And you will enjoy doing it. When you have progressed enough, we will move on to anal training. We will begin by using toys to stretch you out so that anal will be less painful for you and more enjoyable. You will become accustomed to having a plug in your ass on a day-to-day basis. Once you have progressed enough in your anal training, we will begin your impact training. You will learn the joys of emotional release after the cries and sobbing of impact. We will tie you up and leave you helpless. Less at first, and then increasing in time. We will deprive your senses. You will learn to focus your mind and your body on being nothing but a toy, a set of holes to be used, and you will become the perfect sex object for Peter. Do you agree to all of these steps? Would you like me to train you?”

She nodded with my cock deep in her throat. This time I could tell, she was addicted to my cock. It was not that she was unwilling to remove my cock from her throat, she was unable.

Her tempo and her technique was perfection. She gagged on me in the beginning, but began to deep throat me as she got used to my size and girth. She would go deep and use her throat muscles to swallow; creating tension and pressure on the head of my cock. She would alternate between going deep and swirling her tongue around my head. Her eyes remained shut. She was very concentrated. I knew that she took my words to heart. In those moments, the world did not exist. There was nothing more important than my cock and its pleasure.

“You have one more rule to receive tonight, slut. Are you ready for it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Rule Number Three is: ‘I now own your orgasms. You will only orgasm if and when I say.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” came the immediate response.

“Would you like to orgasm now?” I ask.

“Yes please, Sir,” she said, excitedly.

“You may, but I will not fuck you. You must use your own hand. You must have my cock in your mouth when you cum; and if I cum before you climax, you must stop and will not orgasm until our next session. Go ahead.”

Her hand went immediately to her clit. She moved with force and vigor. She held my cock deep in her throat, swallowing and drooling like a woman possessed. After a few minutes she came, hard. Her whole body shook. Her sucking slowed, but did not stop. When her orgasm subsided, she renewed her aggression on my cock. She wanted my cum and she made no secret about it.

When I was close, I told her so. She doubled her efforts to take my cock down her throat and get rewarded with every drop of my cum. She finally buried her nose in my hip bone and I came in the back of her mouth. She moaned and swallowed every drop that landed in her throat. She moved her head back and received some of my cum in her mouth until my cock went soft in her mouth. When she pulled her head back she had a mouthful of my cum. She played with it and swirled it around her mouth. Then made a big show of swallowing. I could see the pride in her face. She had succeeded. She had received her reward. And she was addicted.

“Good girl,” I said. She beamed. She was proud. I caressed her cheek with my hand. I snuggled her head against my thigh, and she wrapped her arm around my calf.

“What are your rules, slut?” I asked after I finished.

“Rule Number One: when we are alone, I am to be naked. Rule Number Two: when I see your cock, I am to pleasure it. Rule Number Three: you own my orgasms.”

“Good job, slut. Now, thank me for letting you pleasure my cock.”

“Thank you, Sir, for letting me pleasure your cock.” Just like an obedient slut.

We moved to the bed to snuggle for a bit. We talked about what she liked, what she didn’t, what she was looking forward to next time. She wanted to move much faster than we should have, so I had to slow her down. But after we cuddled, we went back to the living room. Me in my office chair and her on her pillow. We watched Netflix with her head in my lap until it was time for her to go back to her apartment and Peter. We made plans to meet in a few days to continue her training.

There were more rules that we established during the three months during which we trained. I will spell them out as they come up, but these were the first three and were all spelled out in the same night.

The Training of Sabrina – Part 3: Cleaning and Learning the Tortures of Failure [MDom, femsub, Mf, D/s, Protocol]

Part 4: Blowjob Training, Cock Worship, and Cum Worship

Part 5: Anal Training

Part 6: Conclusion

Thank you, everyone, for reading this. Like I said, this is my first time posting, but I look forward to sharing my experiences with you all. This entire story will be true and not embellished. I will make a personal promise to respond to every message and comment posted below. So please, let me know what you think and I look forward to hearing from you and sharing.

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