The room was dimly lit, the exposed bulb flickering. She didn’t remember getting here, just the faint recollection of a party at a friend’s house. As she peers into the darkness she sees a small bench, covered in leather. There’s 2 rings fastened to each leg, one high up mext to the seat, one a few inches from the dark oak floor. A set of larger rings adorn the sides. She runs her hand across the padded seat, her fingernails dragging across the hide. Across from the bench she sees a king sized canopy bed, the dark oak pillars have 3 large D rings affixed to them , the forged links glimmer in the low light.a large cedar chest sits prominently at the foot of the bed. A large, antique brass lock keeps her from its contents.
Looking further around the room, she sees an oak wardrobe, a sink, toilet and shower in the corner, while at the opposite wall, a large wooden X stands ominously. It too has forged rings adorning it, as well as a chain wrapped around the center, matching leather pads run the length of the X.
She makes her way to the heavy oak door and attempts to open it, but it’s stays still, as if it was still the mighty tree it used to be. She rams her shoulder into the door, only to bruise herself and her ego. She looks down next to the door and spies a table. On top of a silver platter sits an assortment of fruit and a bottle of juice. A black bag from a high end lingerie store, and a note……
“Eat and drink up. I’ll be back soon. Your uniform is in the bag. Put it on and wait for me on the bench. Your training will start tonight, pet.”
Signed, “Sir”
She gasps, her mind starting to remember more from the party. But it’s still fuzzy…..
She remembers a man with long brown hair and muscular forearms talking to her about what she wants from a lover. She doesn’t know why she was answering such a private question to a complete stranger, but she chalked it up to the alcohol. She remembered getting up to call a cab to take her home, and the dark haired man saying he’d take her where she needed to be. In her haze, she agreed and they walked out into the street to his car….
And now she’s in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by leather padded furniture…..waiting on “Sir’, whoever that is.
Approaching the table again, she selects a peach and the glass of juice, and takes the bag over to the bed. She takes a bite, the sweet nectar running down her chin. She takes a drink of the juice tentatively, finding tastes of mango, papaya, and kiwi. She drains the glass, feeling the sweet flavor dance down her throat. Once she’s done, she opens the bag. Inside she finds a black lace half mask, a sheer black bra and panty set, matching garter belt, sheer silk thigh high stockings, and a pair of Louboutin kitten heel shoes. She checks the labels, shocked to find that they are her exact size. She wonders how “Sir” knew her measurements so intimately. As she picks up the stockings, she feels herself getting aroused, the silk sliding in her hand like clouds across the sky.
There’s an audible ‘click”. She spins around to face the door, but it remains firmly shut. An unfamiliar voice, low and rumbling, starts talking from a hidden speaker
“Your training will begin soon, pet. I’d start getting prepared. Have another peach, and put on your uniform. You have 20 minutes .”
*click*
“Ohmygod, how’d he know about the peach? There must be a camera somewhere….”
“Hello…..hello Sir…..are you there?” She starts looking around the room again, not seeing anything that could be hiding a camera. Her hand run down each wall, only finding more forged rings along the wooden panels.
She goes back to the bed, looking over what “Sir” called her ‘uniform’…uniform….
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice calls to her…..”These clothes are sooo sexy, and the mask adds mystery. I wonder what he meant by training?”
She starts to feel flushed, feeling the silky underwear, thinking about what she has gotten into. Her clit starts to throb as her pussy gets wet thinking about what’s to come.”We’re gonna cum that’s what’s going to happen, hee hee…” the voice in her head giggling. “Better start getting ready, he’s going to be here soon,’ her inner voice coos….
She takes off her shoes, followed by the rest of her party attire, and sits down on the side of the bed. It’s soft and luxurious, the sheets of black satin sliding under her bare ass. She get the stockings and slips them up her shapely calves and across her toned thighs. The top band is a black lace that she’s seen before. Looking at the mask, it becomes clear that they are part of the set, even the garter belt, bra and panties have the same lace pattern. “These must have cost a fortune,” she thinks as she pulls up the garter belt, affixing both straps to the tops of each stocking. She picks up the panties and notices that they are a French cut bottom and have a green silk ribbon laced in the front. She starees at the ribbon, realizing it’s the same color of her eyes….
“Wow…..such detail…. wait a minute. These are crotchless!!”
She sees the silk ribbon is tied to small loops, keeping it from opening. It makes her wonder who this “Sir” is, and what he means by training.
She then slides on the bra, noting the same green silk ribbon holding the cups together. She adjusted the straps, feeling the silky material caress her breasts. Stepping into the heels, she starts feeling confident. She wanders across the room to the bathroom area, her hips swaying as she walks. She steps in front of the full length mirror, and she is stunned by her reflection. Her hands travel down her breasts, across her belly, and down her thighs, her touch sending erotic chills down her spine. Twirling around, she sees how the lace contrasts on the alabaster skin of her ass. Reaching back, she can’t help give her asscheek a slap. The sound echoes around the room,as she stares in the mirror at the red handprint on her smooth white skin. Her nipples start getting hard, pushing against the silken material. She starts feeling hot, her clit throbbing for touch. “Why am I feeling so horny,” she thinks to herself. “Is it how my uniform looks on me, is it that I’ve not had sex in months, and I’m just projecting? What is the training going to be?”
*click*
“Five minutes to go, pet,” the low rumbling voice says, reverberating around the room. She swears that she can feel him talking through her, the vibrations caressing her swollen nipples and clit..
“Be on the bench in full uniform, pet. Training will begin soon.” *click*
“Five minutes!” She walks back to the bed, grabbing the mask. Sliding it down her face, she feels the silk padding on the inner side caressing her face. Turning toward the bench, she sits facing the door,,her body tingling with anticipation. Her hand drifts to the bench side, feeling the hammered texture of the ring fastened to the side. The metal is cold and rough, a testament to the blacksmith’s art. Releasing the ring, it falls back against the bench, ringing out like a bell in the room.
She places her hands in her lap. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she slowly starts teasing her clit trapped by the silk. She moans softly, as her pussy lips swell by her actions. “Time moves slowly when you wait,” she says to herself as she rubs her clit through the panties.
“I see you take orders well, pet.”
She looks up sharply at the door, but it hasn’t moved. Suddenly she feels a strong hand gripping her neck from behind. She tries to look behind her, and the hand draws tighter, holding her fast. She feels hot breath on her ear as he speaks again, his deep tone sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. “By following the instructions laid before you, you have agreed to become mine. You will follow my orders without question, and submit to my will. Your name is now Pet, and you will address me as Sir. After your training, whenever I call, whatever time it may be, I expect complete compliance from you. Do you understand the terms of this bond?”
Her mind starts racing, her heartbeat quickening. His hand still around her neck, squeezing and relaxing, but never releases. Her body quivers as she says, “Yes, Sir…”
“Good girl, Pet. Now get on your knees.”
She slides off the bench, guided still by the strong hand around her throat. She places her hands on her stockinged thighs, palm down, her eyes looking down at the smooth oak floor. The hand releases her neck as he steps into her view. She can only see him from the knees down with her head lowered, but sees his defined, thick calvesand wide feet spread in line with her knees. Raising her head, she sees his muscular thighs, and her eyes widen as she sees his crotch. A thick, hard shaft , dripping precum, is now inches from her mouth. Her jaw goes slack and suddenly the head of the massive cock slips into her mouth, stretching her jaw as it pushes along her tongue to the back of her throat. She starts backing off this invading pole, but the hand now grabs the back of her head. His fingers intertwine in her hair, pulling at the roots as he forces her head down, stuffing more of his cock into her mouth, the head sliding into her throat. She fights against the man’s violation of her mouth, trying to catch a breath. But the hand holds her down, his cock now lodged deep in her throat. Her eyes water as she struggles, her throat clenching his shaft as she tries to breathe. Just as she thinks she’s going to pass out, the hard cock pulls back out of her, coated in her saliva. Gasping for breath, her chest heaves as she gulps in precious air. Her spit running down her chin, she starts to look up again and the massive tool forces itself back into her mouth.
Gyuck, gyuck, gyuck, his shaft thrusting down her throat in long strokes. She relaxes her throat and starts breathing through her nose as his heavy balls slap her saliva covered chin. He presses her face into his pubic hairs, lodging the thick head deep inside her throat. She feels his shaft thicken, then his seed shoots right into her belly. She starts swallowing, trying to keep pace with his exploding cock. Her cheeks swell as cum starts leaking from the corners of her stretched lips. With a low growl, he slips his cock from her mouth.
She feels the combination of saliva, cum and sweat on her face, and she looks up to finally see who Sir is. She sees his cock still bouncing as she raises her eyes across his abdomen to his wide shoulders and to a face she recognized as the dark haired man from last night. His eyes, chocolate brown, with an unmistakable fire behind them. He smiles, and takes her by both arms, pulling her from her kneeling position. He puts her hands behind her back, locking both her wrists with one strong hand. The other grabs her hair at the back of her head, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. His tongue slips deep into her mouth, tasting himself within. Breaking off her lips, he spins her around, placing her roughly across the bench. He releases her arms and they fall to her sides. Her breathing still ragged as he walks to the wardrobe, opening a drawer and retrieving something she can’t really recognize. She’s tired, her throat sore from the oral assault. He walks away from her quivering form towards the table. She watches his tight ass as he walks confidently over, his thighs flexing. Pouring another glass of juice, he brings it to herald raises her until she’s straddling the leather padded bench. Raising the glass to her lips, he says, “Drink up, you’re going to need to stay hydrated, Pet.”
He raised the glass to her lips, as she drank heavily until the last drop went down her aching throat. “Good girl Pet. You are a natural cocksucker. Prior pets had to have more training.” She felt a glowing sense of pride that made her nipples stand out, straining against the fabric.
“Sir, may I ask, what do you mean by ‘you’re going to need it’ ? I think …..”
“It doesn’t matter what you think, Pet!’ His hand swiftly grabbing her by the hair, twisting her head to face him. “You are mine, my thoughts are your commands. And you WILL obey.” With that, he pushes her down to the bench seat, her head hanging off the side. His hands quickly attaching a leather collar tightly around her throat. Before she can think about protesting, she hears 2 quick *clicks* as he snaps a short chain to the bench as well as the ring on the collar. Grabbing her hands, he puts leather bracelets on her dainty wrists and clips them onto the lower rings on the legs. Another set is quickly placed around each ankle before joining her wrists in being bound to the bench.
“Now we shall see how long you last on the breeding bench, Pet,” he says with an edge in his voice.
She starts fidgeting around, but the bracelets hold her fast to the bench. He walks out of her sight and she starts back to free herself. Suddenly her ass is ablaze with a sharp pain as the flogger stripes her alabaster skin. The pain is very brief, but intense. She feels the cool air on her reddened ass as another swat is laid across her other cheek. She cries out in shock, her lungs drawing in hard as another set of red lines criss cross her firm backside. “Oh…..oh….oh…. oh….” She cries out from the lashings, but to deaf ears. As he delivers another set across her butt, she realizes that her pussy is suddenly wet and pulsing, her cream starts bubbling from her tiny slit. She’s confused at why this pain is now making her so incredibly wet. Soon she starts moving her hips up, so the flogger can make contact with more of her flesh. The sharp cries soon turn to mewling moans as the heat from her now bright red ass starts radiating to her wet, swollen pussy. Just as fast as the flogging began, it abruptly stopped, and she felt his strong hands massaging her ass with some kind of oil. Coconut and vanilla scents permeate her flared nose as his hands work over her now slippery ass flesh. She can’t believe how tender, yet strong, his ministrations are on her flesh. Working their way down her thighs and back up, making certain not to miss a single inch of her flesh. Her body starts to relax, when his hands deftly untie the green silk ribbon keeping her wet pussy covered. The voice in her head asks, “What did he mean by breeding bench?”
The answer was swift, as he forced his thick, hard cock into her, balls deep in one forceful thrust. She screams at the sudden invasion, but can’t get away as he starts pounding into her, the oil greatly assisting his thrusts into her tight pussy. He continues violating her hole, stretching it around his thickness. Her pussy completely filled with throbbing hot cock. He pistons his manhood, driving the breath out of her. She’s still trying to escape, but the bracelets keep her locked to the bench. Her body starts betraying her, her hips start to rise to meet his thrusts. He strikes her ass with the flogger, making her cry out in pain/pleasure. Her pussy gushes as a strong orgasm crashes over her in waves of ecstasy. Her cries turn into lustful moans as he uses her hole, his heavy balls slapping against her clit sending sparks of pleasure through her body like lightning bolts.
“Yes…yes…more….pound your pussy, Sir…..fill me with your cock….ungh…..yes…..oh yes….yes…harder….” She cries out as another orgasm takes control, sending her mind back to her primal self.
He leans over her back, still hammering his thick shaft into her wet pulsing hole, and growls in her ear.
“Is this your desire? To be taken, to be owned by me? To serve and obey my every command? To become mine? Answer me, Pet!”
His thrusting get faster now, his cock a blur as it slices into her. She turns her head to look at him, eyes wild with passion. “Yes, Sir!…..Yes, Sir… my only desire is to become the best Pet you have ever known. My holes are yours to command. Punish me with your cock! Unnggggh! I am your Pet, your fuckslave, yours completely. Ahhhhh!!! Yes! Drive your cock into your Pet, Sir! Whenever you want, my holes are yours! Unngghh! I want you to control me, unngh! To use for your gratification! Ahhhh! My will is yours! Ahhhhhhh!!!”
His cock swells in her hearing her declaration, and he plunges deep into her, his head spears open her cervix and starts shooting deep into her womb. This brings her over the edge, screaming in orgasm as he blasts her insides with his hot sticky cum. Her pussy muscles clenching, sucking on his spewing cock as more cum pulses into her. Their combined juices squirt around the tight unison of her cuntlips his thick cock, dripping down her thighs onto the oak floor in a growing puddle. She feels his mouth on her neck, then his teeth as they sink into her shoulder causing her to cum again on his deeply impeded member. Her head slumps down as he pulls his still hard cock out of her well used pussy. The cum flows like a river put of her stretched hole, adding more to the pool on the floor. He unsnaps the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and grabs her hair, raising her head up.
Her jaw slack as he forces his shaft into her mouth. “Clean up my cock, Pet!” Her eyes light up as hot tongue starts feverishly licking his cock and balls, tasting the combination of her cream, his cum and their sweat. Moaning while performing her task, she says,”Thank you, Sir. Your Pet will obey!” As she finishes cleaning his groin, he says, “There’s more to clean, Pet,” and gestures to the back of the bench. She sees the puddle of sex fluids on the floor, and crawls over and starts lapping up the mess. After the floor is spotless, she turns back towards Sir, and says, “As you desire, I shall obey, Sir.” And she collapses on the floor, her shoes falling off her stockinged feet. He smiles as he walks towards her, his cock bouncing in rhythm to his step. He picks her up from the floor, removing her bra and soaked panties. Unhooking the garters from the stockings and pulls them off, leaving the lingerie in a pool of silk on the oak floor. Her mind is foggy as she starts to come back to reality. He puts her on her feet. She’s wobbly, her body drained from the hard fucking. He picks her up in his arms and strides into the showerhe sets her on the teakwood bench and turns on the shower. She’s suddenly awakened as multiple showerheads rain down warm water across her body. She feels his hands start scrubbing her weakened body. A scent of almonds and ginger fill the shower as he soaps her body up. Her mind is full of confusion, ” How can a man be so dominant one minute, and so gentle the next? What is going to happen next? My body is still tingling. I can still feel his cock in me. I’ve not cum that hard or often in years…..”
“How are you feeling, Pet?” His voice sending goosebumps across her wet body.
“A bit exhausted, Sir. But I’ll be better. Thank you for the shower, I feel so clean. What soap did you use? I’ve never smelled anything like it.”
He chuckled, ‘It’s a custom soap, made by hand….my hand.”
“Huh?” The look of confusion sets back in her face. “Don’t think Pet, just relax. Today was productive in your training. Tomorrow’s lessons will be more…..in depth.” He shuts off the shower and starts vigorously drying her off with a towel. After she’s dried off he slips her into a blue satin robe, picks her up and takes her to the bed. She sinks under the covers and is soon sound asleep. He looks over her sleeping form and says, “Yes, tomorrow will be more in depth. I wonder what your tolerance is. We’re going to find out soon enough.” He walks over to the to the leather-bound Cross, pressing a secret button. The wall behind it slides noiseless exposing a corridor. He steps in as the wall glides shut, leaving her to dream about what Tomorrow’s training will be.
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