Master Training Session by Jennyjo
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Master Training Session
I was proud of them. They looked so sexy, and they came in so handy during
submission play. The decision to get my nipples pierced was the right one, and I
loved them. So did Bob, my husband and sometime Master.
We had been playing around with the D/s roles for several years. Nothing too
deep, just some bondage, nipple and breast play, clamps, ropes, that sort of
thing. We both enjoy it, it spices up the sex life of a couple married 22 years.
One Saturday evening, we decided to show off my new toys by going to a club that
is BDSM friendly, although nothing happens on site, just a lot of risqu?dress
and teasing. We have been there a few times to get in the mood, and then come
home to some hot and heavy submission play.
This night, Master Bob had me dress with care to show off my piercing without
being indecent. He put my collar on, and then threaded a chain from one nipple
ring, through the ring on the collar to the other nipple. It wasn't pulled
tight, no stretching, but the chain was cool on my skin. Then He handed me my
shelf bra to lift my breasts and put my nipples on display. A sheer blue silk
blouse hid nothing, except the two patch pockets over the nipples. My short
black stretch knit skirt that hugged my ass with nothing beneath and high heel
shoes completed the outfit. I thought I looked hot! The chain attached to the
collar leading from my hidden nipples was a turn on all by itself.
Master Bob couldn't keep his hands off me as we were dancing, rubbing against my
breasts every chance he got. I was in a constant state of arousal. I couldn't
help catching the looks we were getting from the others there. When we were
sitting, Master Bob was always caressing my legs, sliding his hands up my inner
thighs, teasing me, but not touching my wet pussy. We were having a good time,
and I knew it would be better when we got home. I thought he might tie me up,
use a few toys, maybe rub some ice over my nipples. All things I love. But
sometime I wanted more, but knew we would never go too deep.
At one time when Master Bob went to the men's room, I toyed with my chain,
pulling gently, loving the feel of my nipples lifting slightly against the silk.
Master seemed to be gone a long time, so I just kept teasing myself, slowly
working my nipples into hard rocks. When He finally returned, he pulled my hand
away from the chain and told me I was a naughty girl. I just laughed and agreed
whole heartily. A strange look passed over His face and then he nodded in
agreement.
Then a man came and stood by the table. I looked up his body to his face and my
eyes were caught in his. He looked steadily into mine as he handed a card to
Master Bob. Then he turned around and walked out without looking back. I turned
to Bob; He was reading the back of the card.
You're Invited
"Invited to what?" I asked, a puzzled look on my face.
"To a Master training class. That man has offered to train me to be a better
Master to you. He said I need to learn to handle you, and to control your body
better. Do I?" His eyebrows rose in question.
This was a tough question. I had thought for a long time that I needed more from
this type of play. That because of the love we share Master Bob was holding
back. I didn't look away, only nodded that yes, I needed him to have more
control.
A slow smile split Master Bob's lips as he laid some money on the table for our
tab and grabbed me by the elbow and lead me out into the night.
The ride to the address on the card was quiet. As we pulled up in front of the
secluded house Master Bob switched off the car and turned to me. "If you don't
want to do this I'll understand. I just want to learn more about being a Master.
If I get better, you'll get more out of it too. Just remember, I love you, I
always will, no mater what happens in there, no matter what happens tomorrow, or
next week or next year." Then He kissed me hard on the lips.
Master Bob took my non-reply as agreement, and indeed it was. I was too
overwhelmed to talk at this point. Our night of fun and teasing was turning into
something else, something bigger then we expected, something that I knew would
change our lives. My heart was beating 90 MPH as we walked to the door and rang
the bell.
A beautiful woman was on her knees as she opened the door. She bowed and
motioned for us to enter, never leaving her knees. We stepped past her and were
met by the man from the bar.
"Welcome. The woman on the floor is my pet, Carla. I am Master Frank Moore. You,
Bob, may call me Teacher, and you, little slut, will call me Sir. Please follow
me."
Sir led us to a comfortable living room and we all sat on chairs around the
coffee table. On it was some papers. Our contract for the evening. "I want to
get to know you a little so I may better teach you," he addressed his comments
to Master Bob.
I answered right away, "I want to be used as a sex toy, to have my nipples
pulled, to be tied up. That sort of thing."
At the cold hard look Sir gave me I knew I had done something wrong. I looked
quickly at Master Bob and saw him give me a little shake of his head and cringe
a little. Then I felt Sir grab my nipple chain through my collar and pull very
firmly. I gasped at the sudden unexpected pain.
"You will only answer, 'Yes Master Bob' or 'Yes Sir' from now on. You are to
learn your place." His eyes nearly burned as he gave my chain a final tug then
let go, totally ignoring me as He resumed talking to Master Bob. I was
speechless. No one had ever treated me like this before. I turned from Master
Bob to Sir as they talked about what we had done at home, and the things we
thought might be off limits. I was stunned to hear our sex life discussed so
freely with a near stranger. Sir was asking what part of my body that I most
enjoyed having rubbed and I nearly answered, before I caught a look in Sir's
eyes and let Master Bob answer for me.
Then Sir was talking to both of us again. "You will not be having sex with each
other tonight. That is not what this is about. Bob you will learn how to control
your toys responses, and you slut, will learn that you do not have control of
your body, and anything you feel is a gift from your Master. Is that
understood?"
I was stunned, and didn't answer quite fast enough, Sir's hand snapped up the
chain again and with a hard pull that nearly yanked me off the chair, pulled me
toward him. "I said, is that understood?"
I managed to stammer a response that sounded like "Yes Sir" and looked over at
Master Bob. His hands were clinched to the arms of the chair. I couldn't be sure
if it was because he was trying to control his temper at the treatment I was
receiving or excitement. Or maybe both.
Master Bob signed the contract before we were led to an empty room, I was
ordered to strip, and Master Bob was given a robe to wear. The room was cool and
my skin puckered as the air-cooled my heated skin. I moved next to Master Bob
for warmth and asked him what would happen next. All I got in reply was a firm
pull on my nipple chain. I gasped and looked Him in the eye, then lowered my
head and whispered, "Yes Master Bob."
Master Bob tilted my head up and placed a kiss on my trembling lips and mouthed
"I love you" then took hold of my chain and gently led me from the room. We saw
Carla near a set of stairs, her movements indicating we were to go down them. My
knees where shaking as we descended the steps and I was sure Master Bob could
hear my heart pounding.
At the bottom was a large room with all manner of tables, straps and chains
hanging on the walls, shelves filled with more instruments and toys then I could
ever imagine. The ceiling was a maze of pulleys and bars, eyebolts and hooks.
More small tables were on rollers; ready to be moved where they were needed. Sir
spread his arms wide, "Welcome to my dungeon. Here you will learn and obey.
Master Bob, please be seated on that chair beside the table. And you little
slut, come to me and kneel."
Feeling the cold as Master Bob left my side, I walked on trembling legs to stand
in front of Sir and slowly sank to my knees. He rolled a table with several
sizes of cuff over to us and proceeded to place cuffs on my wrists, making sure
they fit properly and were not cutting in too much but were very secure. Then he
unhooked my nipple chain, took it out of the loop on my collar and re-hooked it
to my nipple again. Grabbing the chain in the center, He pulled me up again and
toward the table in the center of the room. I chanced a glance at Master Bob and
caught his eyes, they were transfixed. This is the first time I had been naked
in front of another man since way before our marriage 22 years ago, let alone
felt another's hands on my body.
A shiver passes through me as a felt a sharp tug on the chain. "You will look
only at me, slut, for the next few hours I am your only concern." Sir was
glaring at me. Then with a disgusted grunt, he reached for a blindfold and
quickly placed it over my eyes. The darkness was complete. "Now we wont have to
worry about your inattention, will we?" Then with a jerk he set me moving to the
table, nearly stumbling in the darkness.
Sir backed me up to the edge of the table and helped lift me up. His hands
pressed me firmly back till I was lying on my back. The vinyl covering was cold
and I flinched at the contact. In the darkness, I felt something, cuffs I think,
fastened around my thighs, and then something was pressing them apart. A
spreader bar?
Then the hands, caressing, soothing, skimming over my cool skin, making my body
throb and squirm. My arms rubbed, held, shoulders caressed, even as they were
pulled over my head and fastened to the head of the table, not even realizing
they were held tight till after it was done.
"You see, sooth and caress, and the slut's body becomes compliant. Stretch the
arms tight and see how her breasts seem to sit on top of her rib cage." Sir's
hands were at my breasts, lifting the flesh, kneading the fullness. His fingers
rolling around my nipples, tugging at the tips and pulling gently, firmly with
the chain.
I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped my lips, "aaahhh yes" and the sudden
stop of the play let me know this was not acceptable behavior. "I see we will
have to gag her as well. Only "Yes Master Bob" and "Yes Sir" are to pass your
lips. You will not forget." I felt Him leave my side, the coldness of the room
making me shiver, then at his return my jaw was forced open and a large rubber
ball was slipped between my teeth. The buckle was quickly fastened and with a
vicious tug on the nipple chain Sir warned me, "You will learn to follow orders
or you will be in pain. Is that clear? Nod your head if you understand."
All I was able to do was nod my head. My arms were fastened at the head of the
table and my legs dangled over the edge, the spreader bar at my thighs. I
wondered what Master Bob thought of all this, and wondered if he was learning
how to control me, and most of all I was wondering if I wanted him to.
I felt the chain at my nipples pulled again, straight up, a few tugs, nothing
too bad, But the chain didn't slacken even as I felt Sirs hands on my body
again, soothing and stimulating at the same time.
The rattle of chains filled the air as I felt my legs lifting, pulled up by the
bar between my thighs, higher, higher, till my bottom was just off the table. I
knew I was totally exposed and helpless, and strangely, I felt safe. Like I was
being taken care of. Like I was entrusting my body to someone who knew how to
make it respond to His commands. I had felt this way a time or to with Master
Bob, but this was more, much more.
"Carla, our guest has an erect penis. You know what to do when you see an erect
penis." Sir was talking about Bob. He was getting hard watching me. The thought
that I was pleasing Him sent a thrill through me. I felt a rush of warmth,
almost a blush, until I heard the small sigh from Master Bob. I jerked my head
in His direction, silly since I couldn't see anything.
Sir's hands were on my legs, moving over my thighs, to my knees. "Would you like
to see your Master serviced by a real slave?"
His hands were making me feel so good; all I could do was nod my head. Almost
instantly the blindfold was taken from my eyes. I blinked as they adjusted to
the light, and focused on the sight of Carla on the floor between Master Bob's
knees, head bobbing up and down, the look of lust on His face.
I was stunned. I distinctly remember Sir saying that we would not have sex.
Well, what did he think this was! President Clinton aside, it looked like they
were having sex to me! I whipped my head around to look at Sir, a burning look
in my eyes. He must have read my mind because he chuckled as he rubbed my
stomach, "I only said you will not have sex with each other. And there will be
no penetration. But Carla is trained to suck cock whenever an erect one presents
itself. She is only doing her job. And Bob is only enjoying a little of my
hospitality. How can you object to that? Besides, you should be pleased that it
was your own actions and reactions that brought his arousal. You should be
proud."
Sir placed a finger on my chin and turned my head to watch them. Master Bob's
head was back, His hands in Carla's hair. My heart was pounding as I watched Him
be pleasured. I knew all His expressions, and knew He was close. His eyes opened
and found mine as He arched forward and filled Carla's mouth with cum. Neither
of us blinked for what seemed like hours, our eyes connecting us through space.
Then a contented smile spread over His face and He mouthed the words "I love
you." I nodded my understanding, and turned back to Sir.
"Good, you are learning that you are not in control of Master Bob. Any action He
takes is not to be questioned." Sir resumed rubbing my legs, moving to my
calves. I was loving the feeling of helplessness and attention. As I lay there I
noticed that my nipple chain was attached to a rope through one of the eye bolts
in the ceiling, a counter weight on the other end, pulling just hard enough to
let me know it was there.
Then I felt Sir's hands at my feet, and I couldn't help the sigh of pleasure
from sounding through the ball gag. I LOVE to have my feet rubbed. It sends a
melting sensation through my body that is heavenly. I turned to look at Master
Bob and He gave me a wink. I must not have been listening when he told Sir what
parts of my body I enjoy having rubbed the most. This was heaven!
Till Sir stopped. "I told you I was to be your only concern tonight, did I not?"
He moved to one shelf and returned with a heavy weight and without warning put
it on the counter weight side of my nipple chain. The pain was instant and
piercing. In my position with my hips off the table I was not able to lift my
chest at all. I was screaming behind the gag, as I glanced down at my nipples.
Oh God, they were stretched so far. I truly feared the nipples would tear off.
The weight was probably no more than a pound, but it felt like a brick! My body
started shaking, tears filling my eyes, and then I felt it. His hands at my
feet.
The pain and pleasure shot through me, so good and yet so bad. After what seemed
an eternity, the pleasure won out and I relaxed. I felt Sir's hands roaming my
body again, this time moving to my inner thighs. A sudden rush of pussy juice
made me blush. He parted my lips with his fingers and chuckled. "You are a
little pain slut aren't you?"
Again, all I could do was nod my head yes. It was true. I was nearly floating
with the feelings racing through me. I lay my head back and closed my eyes, as I
felt the clamps press into my pussy lips, felt them being pulled out, and the
tug of them being fastened to the spreader bar between my thighs.
"Bob, you see how manageable she is now? How you can bring her pain" he hung
another weight on my nipple chain, "and how you can change that pain to
pleasure" he was rubbing my feet again. My mind was so confused I couldn't tell
the pain from the pleasure. I was breathing so deep through my nose, the pain of
my nipples being stretched was burning through my body, my pussy lips pulsed
under the clamps, and yet; the pleasure won.
I heard Master Bob answer a little breathlessly "Yes Teacher" I didn't dare turn
my head, but I'm sure Carla was at His cock again. Which meant He liked what was
happening. And God help me, so did I.
Then I felt something sticky and cold touch my ass. I jerked a little, the
movement bringing pain to so many parts of my body, then the rubbing of my feet.
It was almost worth the pain, yes, it was. Then I felt a pressure against my
tight hole, panting to relax, trying to make things easier on myself. And with a
minimal push the large anal bead seemed to be swallowed by my back door. I
managed to fix my eyes on Sir, he was smiling as he informed me, "That was the
small bead. There are three more, each bigger then the last. You will take them
all. I understand you are not a lover of anal play, but you will be." Leaning
closer and looking deep in my eyes, "You will be." He pushed the next one in.
Damn, it felt like a golf ball! And they were only getting bigger!
As I moaned into the gag, my eyes rolling with the pain, that lovely feeling of
having my feet rubbed floated through the haze of pain, giving me something to
focus on. I was just relaxing when the next bead forced it's way in. Oh God it
was so big. I felt my tight hole stretching, stinging, surely it must be
tearing! Then it was in.
And the foot rub began again. I hear Master Bob moaning softly and knew He was
enjoying my pain, and Carla's mouth on His cock. I didn't look, I kept my eyes
pressed closed, focusing on my feet.
"Open your eyes slut, and see what is going into your ass now." Sir said. "And
remember, what goes in has to come out," Sir held the last ball just above my
pubic mound, if I raised my head I could just see it. My entire body tensed as I
saw the tennis ball sized bead, sticky with lube at the end of the string. I
shook my head no and received a tug on the nipple chain for my defiance. "Only
'Yes Sir.' Only 'Yes Sir'."
My whole body was trembling as I nodded my head. My nipples burned, my pussy
lips where throbbing, my ass was on fire, and I wanted my feet rubbed. And the
only way to get that was to take the last bead into my ass. We had tried anal
sex a few times, and I didn't really like it. It hurt and seemed dirty somehow.
But now I had no choice. I felt it press against my pucker.
As I panted and moaned, screaming in pain through the gag, the bead spread my
ass to the tearing point, and just when I thought I would pass out from the
pain, it slipped in. The sting was overwhelming me, and I needed the pleasure
from the foot rub.
But Sir didn't move to my feet. I started to panic, the pain was swamping me. I
looked at him with pleading eyes, and still he just stood there. I started to
thrash around, and that made the pain worse. I knew something must be coming,
something more painful than the last bead had been, and as I watched in a haze
of pain, I saw the clamp. Watching in detached horror I felt his hands on my
clit hood, felt him pulling it back and felt the total agony of having the clamp
placed directly on my clit.
I know the screams must have been heard even through the gag. My body was
shaking so hard, the nipples weights were swaying, anus was clinching, my body
was tensing, and somewhere in the far reaches of my mind I knew I was close to
orgasm from the pain alone. I felt my eyes rolling back, the swirling of
darkness as I nearly lost consciousness
And then it came. The hands at me feet. Ecstasy. The far off sound of Master Bob
cumming in Carla's mouth. The pulling of the beads from my ass. The shaking of
my body as pain and pleasure ripped through me, leaving me weightless. Then
nothing.
I woke on the ride home. I was so sore and tired. I watched Master Bob drive for
a little while. I could see the concern in His eyes, the caring on His face. I
said, "Thank you Master."
"How are you feeling? I didn't want you hurt, but, well, things just happened."
He was so worried about me. And that seemed to be our problem. He couldn't take
things far enough. And I couldn't respond to Him as a sub should. Too much love
entered into the picture. We talked long into the night, and many hours of
honest discussion led us to realize that we could not take the experience
farther on our own. The love kept getting in the way. But I didn't know if I
could be content without the intense sensations I had felt. Master Bob
understood.
So when we got a special letter in the mail, we ripped open the seal. The card
said "You're Invited". It was then we realized who the real Master would be.
Sir.
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