The Training of Sabrina – Part 1: The Meeting and Arrangement [MF Mdom Fsub BDSM]

Cross posted 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.

I had just moved to a new city about four hours away from where I was previously. I only knew my boss, his wife, and another coworker. And even these people I had only met once. I knew nobody and was pretty alone. After setting up my apartment, I got on Tinder to see what kind of talent this new small town had. My profile explicitly said I was dominant. That either scares people off or it intrigues them. I am very picky about who I swipe right on, so meeting people wasn’t easy for me.

A few days later I match with Sabrina. Our conversation is lively. Flirtatious and mentally stimulating. We decide that night to meet at a local bar and see how things connect in person. I arrive early to have a drink and calm my nerves. When she arrives, she is nervous. She wore an ankle length floral dress and a spaghetti strap red top.

She sees me and barely squeaks out a “Hello.”

In my green silk button-down shirt and black slacks, I respond with my typical, “Hello, dear, how are you?” We chat, we talk. Politics, religion, everything you’re not supposed to discuss on a first date. She works as a nurse at the local hospital, has two kids, was married before, etc. I am a new attorney at the largest law firm in the region. We talked kinks and being from that small town, she has never experienced the type of depravity I am offering. I assure her that each relationship, especially in D/s or BDSM culture, is unique. I would never go beyond anything that she didn’t like, and I would never force her to do anything that was a hard limit. Sabrina was hesitant. Two drinks in and still nervous. Squirming in her seat; although this reaction is half nervousness, half arousal.

The short version of this part of the story is that she and I did not click. It became apparent that she was not the person I was looking for a relationship or to have fun with. At that point, I stopped all things sexual. Worst case scenario, I met a nice person and made a new friend. And I got out of the house to check out the local watering hole. But what happened next took the night in a completely different direction.

When she excuses herself to go to the bathroom, I am approached by another gentleman. Blue t-shirt, local baseball team ball cap, jeans, and work boots. Blue collar to the core, as was typical for this area of the country. Standing at 5’8′ and 180 lbs with a pool cue in his hand, I immediately prepared to fight or flight. He introduced himself as Peter, and he was Sabrina’s ex-boyfriend. Typical small town. He overheard some of what I had said and explained his situation.

He and Sabrina had dated up until about three months ago. They had lived together for the six months prior to that. He had wanted to spice up their sex life and she was unwilling. Eventually, she felt so bad about not being able to fulfill his every fantasy that she started looking for validation outside of the relationship. But he did not have the experience to guide, mold, or train her in what he wanted for their relationship. Sure, she gave him a blowjob every day, but it became a chore for her. She did not want anal, impact play, or to use toys. She would not swallow, and only let him cum inside her on occasion. She did not like cum and would immediately take showers after sex. To put it lightly, she was a prude.

At this point, Sabrina had returned from the bathroom and was appalled to see Peter and I talking. She started in with a “What the hell…” but I immediately silenced her with the uptick of my finger. I was intrigued. I had the potential to make a dramatic impact on this couple’s sex lives with my knowledge and abilities. Her immediate silence in response to my motion indicated that she did have a bit of a submissive side. ‘She might be able to be trained,’ I thought.

It was then that I made it definitively clear in words [instead of actions] to Sabrina that I was not interested in her as a partner. She understood, especially because she was still in love with Peter. So far, the bricks are falling into place. So I decide to play counselor and adviser. Sabrina and I move from the bar and the three of us find a table.

I can, at times, be a very blunt person. I straight out ask them “What do you want?” Sabrina was the first to speak. She wanted to please Peter in every way that he wanted. But she did not know how to do that and lacked the proper guidance to get to that head space. So she stepped out of their relationship and became the town bicycle. Peter found out when she slept with one of his best friends, and obviously broke off their relationship. At that point, Sabrina went full-slut-mode. She slept with anyone, anywhere, at any time. She almost invited me to the bathroom with her if Peter hadn’t been at that same bar that night. But she still loved Peter. She wanted to please him; and if there was a way to do that, she wanted to try. Peter had been celibate for three months pining over the loss of his beloved Sabrina. He obviously wanted her back, as well; but he was afraid with their vanilla sex life that he would be left unsatisfied in bed.

As I sat across from Peter, I saw a good amount of benefit that I could bring to their relationship. So I offered my services. Not to Sabrina. To Peter. I looked him in the eye and asked him what exactly it was that he wanted. His list included, but was not limited to: subservience, cock worship, cum worship, impact play, and anal. He wanted to control Sabrina’s orgasms and have her take pride in pleasing and worshiping him. As Sabrina sat in silence, head down, he told me all of the dirty things he wanted to do to her. While we paid no attention to her, I could tell she was getting aroused. After Peter told me all of his depraved desires, I asked if he [not she] had any hard limits. This list included blood, scat, water sports, knife play, needles, body modification, etc. All of which are things I am not interested in either, so things were progressing nicely.

Then, and only then, did I address Sabrina. I asked if she had any other hard limits that were not mentioned by Peter. I stressed the words “other” and “hard.” I wanted her to be clear that if she were to undertake this endeavor with me, she would have very little say in how we progressed. She said that pain was a hard limit. I told her “That is not an option. If you want to please Peter and be your best self for him, you need to change. This is the beginning. Your pain threshold will increase. We will work up to it and then surpass it. We will do it gradually and gently. You will enjoy it. And when I return you to Peter, you will be able to please him any way and any time that he wants. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said meekly, eyes still on the tablecloth.

“Good,” I said. “Here are my terms. I will train you to be the best slut you can be. And then you will rededicate yourself to Peter. I will take what he wants and I will train you to be obedient, faithful, and willing to fulfill those desires. More importantly, I will train you to enjoy what you’re doing. In the end, I will have you cumming just from giving a blowjob. In return, Peter, you are to remain celibate for another three months. You will move back in with Sabrina, and are allowed to masturbate, but Sabrina will be mine for those three months. It is important that you two are in the same space in a sense of cohabitation and the children to see you two together. It is important that, Peter, you provide her with the home life that she needs.

Sabrina, you will enter under my tutelage. I will train you to do all of the things that Peter wants of you. You will do some of them with me; and others I will train you on with toys. You will be mine and mine alone for the next three months. After which, when you are completely trained and obedient, I will return you to Peter; at which time you will remain faithful to him for the rest of his and your relationship. During these three months, you will never forget that Peter is you ultimate goal, I am just a means to the end. You will not develop feelings for me, everything you will be doing will be for him. Do you understand?”

Sabrina answered “Yes.”

At that time, I did not acknowledge her answer. I turned to Peter. “Does that sound acceptable to you, Peter?”

He responded in the affirmative.

“All right,” I continued, “you will pay for our meals, drinks, and any toys that I might require to train your… what should we call her…?”

“She goes by all sorts of names.” Peter said, “Slut, puppy, plaything, whore. The only thing she will not respond to… the only thing that she absolutely will not be called, is ‘stupid’.”

I said, “I understand.” And then addressed Sabrina. “What would you like to be called, whore?”

“Whatever you’d like.” She responded.

“That is a good answer. But from now on you are to address me as ‘Sir.’ Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” She responded. She was learning. This was going to be fun.

“Better.” With only my little attestation of praise, her chest visibly sighed in appreciation. I could tell her panties were soaked.

“Now, let me repeat my question. What would you like to be called, slut?”

“Whatever you’d like, Sir.”

“Better.” I could tell that there was another gushing of her pussy with just these slight admonitions. Yes, she will be very easy to train. “Now go back to the bathroom and take off your panties. When you come back, put them on the table. In the meantime, your boyfriend and I have things to discuss.

As she left the table, I asked Peter, “So when should we begin?”

He responded with flagging down the waitress for the check and “How about tonight?”

I chuckled at his eagerness to turn his girlfriend over to me. Yes, this was going to be a great journey for all of us.

The waitress brought back the bill just as Sabrina was arriving with her panties in her fist. She hesitated putting them on the table with the waitress there. The waitress lingered wondering who to give the check to. I addressed Sabrina. “Come on, then. On the table. Show everyone what a slut you really are.” Sabrina put her black lacy underwear on the table. I put them to my nose and took a long sniff. Drenched, for sure. I threw them to Peter and said, “You may want to keep those for a souvenir, those are the last pair she’s going to be wearing for quite some time.” He smiled and thanked me.

As we left, Peter and Sabrina embraced. It was part longing [as they had been apart for three months], part anticipation [as they would not be together sexually for another three months], part hope [that everything would be better in the future], and all love. I was very much looking forward to the impact I was going to have on these people’s lives.

We split ways, Peter to his car to go back to the apartment that he and Sabrina shared. And Sabrina and I to my car, back to my apartment for our first session and to begin her training.

Part 2: Rules

Part 3: Cleaning and Learning the Tortures of Failure

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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