The Training of Sabrina – Part 3: Cleaning and Learning the Tortures of Failure [MF, Str8, Fsub, Mdom, oral]

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.

Part 1: The Meeting & Arrangement [MF]

Part 2: Rules [D/s] [MDom] [femsub] [No Sex] [Blowjob]

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

Two weeks into Sabrina’s training and she was progressively better. She would come over for lunch almost every workday. And by “lunch,” I mean she would give me a blowjob. Where I finished was always my decision, although I would occassionally allow her to provide input as to where she would like my cum. If it was on her chest, she would go back to work with dried cum on her chest. If it was in her mouth, she would either swallow or let it dribble onto her chest and she would smear it in. If it was on her face, she had to wear it for the drive back to the hospital, then she was allowed to wipe it into her skin. Not off, but into her skin. I would require her to send me pictures as proof, and I’ve never seen such a genuine smile on anyone’s face when she completed a task for me. Throughout our sessions, about half the time I would finish in her mouth. About a quarter of the time, we would have sex, and about half of the time I would allow her to cum. She could only cum, however, when my cock was in her mouth. If I allowed her to touch herself, she would be allowed to finish if I had cum in her mouth. But she had to hold it in her mouth while orgasming. After two weeks, she did not need to touch herself in order to orgasm; my cock spasming and shooting ropes and ropes of cum into her mouth would send her over the edge. That was part of the training, and it was working.

Every day she would come in my door, immediately undress, (Rule Number One: when we are alone, she is to be naked) and fetch her pillow from my bedroom on all fours. She would drag it in with her teeth and set it at my feet. She would never make eye contact until given permission to do so. Sometimes she would be so overwhelmed that she would cry. Tears of joy or “tears of submission,” as she would say. With her mind blank and her heart rate lowered, I would open my pants. She would physically jump with excitement and look at me pleadingly. “May I?” she would ask.

“May you what?”

“May I please your cock, Sir?”

“Of course. It is Rule Number Two, after all.”

With that, my cock head would be easily buried in her throat in one singular, deft motion. She would lap up every inch of it and devour it hungrily. When I would finish, she would accept and swallow whatever I allowed her. Then, she would rest her head on my lap and lazily fondle and stroke my shaft until it was completely soft.

It was about this time that we also started practicing our poses. Her favorite was similar to “Kneel” pose but with her arms interlocked behind her back. Hands grabbing elbows on each side behind her back. Sometimes she would even impose this on herself with my cock in her mouth.

As I said before, after two weeks of at least one blowjob every day, she was beginning to cum just from giving me pleasure. I had her continue this for another week just to get her used to the feeling of my cock. After three weeks, she told me that her day did not feel complete if she had not earned one of my orgasms. On that day, I decided we would be progressing into her anal training. That was when I began Rule Number Four: When we go into public, she will wear her plug. We started anal training with a dildo, with enemas, and she became used to the feeling of walking around with a plug. So much so that she began to ask permission to wear it even when she was not required to. It turned her on incredibly to know that we were eating hot wings with a load of my cum held in her ass by her buttplug. More on that in another episode, though.

On the day we instituted Rule Number Four, she also asked if she could take on more responsibilities around the house. She wanted to be a useful whore, not just a sex slave. After all, I was going to return her to Peter with these qualities, so I said I would think about it. A few days later, I asked her to post to reddit. What she thinks about when my cock is in her mouth. What her deepest, darkest fantasy was. The way my cum tastes. Her fears, her desires, and what she looks forward to when she is returned to her rightful boyfriend. My thoughts were that if she was able to complete simple tasks within deadlines, I might allow her to be more of a useful cunt to me; and ultimately to Peter.

One day, the opportunity presented itself. She had hit her 40 hours of work and her supervisor would not allow overtime. I was going out of town so my boss allowed me to knock off early to catch my train. And my kitchen needed a deep clean.

Sabrina came over at lunch. Stripped and crawled to her pillow. This was so mundane that she did it without acknowledging what I was doing. She knelt before me. I did not speak; simply took out my hardening cock and presented it to her. She did not waste any time and her mouth felt glorious. Within 10-15 minutes I was shooting her prize down her throat. She orgasmed and did not release suction on my cock until I began to soften.

As I stroked her cheek and she had her arm around my calf, I told her the good news. I had a task for her to complete. She was to go home, get her cleaning supplies, and clean my kitchen. I would meet her at my apartment at the end of my lunch hour (1:00 PM). She would clean the kitchen, naked, and I would be home around 3:00 PM so that she could drive me to the train station. If she completed her task in the time allotted, she would be allowed to pleasure me when we got to the train station. If she did not complete her task on time and to my standards, she would be punished. I knew that she was almost as neurotic at cleaning as I was, so I knew that she would be up to my standards. The question was whether she could clean this crappy apartment’s kitchen in the time allotted.

At 1:00, I arrived at my apartment. Sabrina did not arrive until 1:10, almost in tears and profusely apologetic. She stripped, and I simply warned her that her punishment for being late was that she lost those ten minutes of cleaning time. She would not be given an extension on her deadline. She got to work, and I returned to the office. I returned to my apartment at 2:55, to find Sabrina on the phone. On. The. Phone! I was livid. She was shirking her duties. Sure, she was still cleaning, so still technically following my instructions, but I knew she was working at a slower pace than it was going to take to finish the job. At 3:00, I told her it was time to go.

“But the train doesn’t leave until 4:00. Can’t I keep working for another half an hour?” She pleaded in vain.

“No. I gave you very specific instructions. You were to have this task complete by 3:00. It is now 3:00. Are you finished?” I chided.

“No. Well, yes. Maybe. Is it to your standards?” She was desperate, not wanting the punishment but also wanting the pleasure of tasting my cum at the train station.

“Haha. That’s comical, you dirty cunt.” I could see the wetness between her legs smeared from being on her hands and knees and being turned on. “If we were judging by my standards, you failed. And being that it is 3:00, you are also out of time to fix anything that I would want to be more clean. Maybe you should have spent more time focusing on the task and not chatting with your cunt of your friend.”

She lowered her head and ringed her hands in front of her body. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I should have been more focused, Sir. I will do better next time.”

“Good girl. But you know that I have to punish you now. You must learn your lesson to do better for your family. You do want to be better for your family, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. More than anything. I want to be the slut and person that my family needs me to be.”

“Excellent,” I finish. “Your punishment will be that you are not allowed to touch me during our drive to the train station.” I knew that she loved to hold my hand, caress my arm, or have her hand on my thigh while we were traveling. Not being able to touch me was going to drive her crazy. Little did I know how crazy it would make her, though.

I decided to drive, as she was very distraught at the doling of her punishment. As soon as she got into the car, she began to cry. She was hurt that she was not good enough to complete her task and she was beginning to doubt if she was good enough for me, for Peter, for her family. I verbally reassured her the whole thirty minute trip. She *was* good enough for me, she *was* good enough for Peter, she *was* good enough for her family. I was disappointed, but not angry. She will have a chance to make it up to me in the future. If she makes it up to me while I was away, she could earn a reward. When we got to the train station, we chatted a bit, but despite her pleadings, I did not allow her to put my cock into her mouth. She cleaned herself up with some encouragement and my hand domineeringly placed on her knee. This grounded her, she said, and reminded her of where her place was: under my hand.

When we saw my train approaching, I gave her a key to my apartment. “This is for *this* weekend *only*.” I put extra emphasis on those words for effect. “It is Friday evening, and I will be returning on Sunday evening. You will have until then to clean not only my kitchen, but also my bedroom and my bathroom. To the same standards. I want you to be able to eat off of my toilet. Do you understand?”

A meager smile escaped her lips. “Yes, Sir.” I kissed her forehead and turned around. ‘We will see how she does here in a few days,’ I thought to myself.

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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