Mistress Cella embarks on training a new sub. Cella was introduced in my first submission The Cage. I encourage comments so that I may refine my craft. Thank you Cella.
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Cella was picking up a latte when she noticed a young woman eyeing her with an intense gaze. Scanning her Cella she could see her full breasts and pierce nipples easily through her blouse. Her black hair framing her breasts, ended at her shapely waist and full hips. Noticing Cellas assessment Brooke turned on her stool so her tits were in full view and pressed against the sheer fabric. Brooke loved to tease women and men alike and this was her favorite way to get their attention.
Cella paid for her coffee and pulled out her calling card. As she passed Brooke she placed it on the counter and said softly in her ear "If you need some training, make an appointment." And with that left the shop and headed back to her home in the country.
By the time Cella got home there were two messages on her phone from Brooke. I love eager little sluts Cella thought knowing she would have a good time training this cocky bitch. Hearing how eager she was to be trained made Cella wet. Going against her rules she called Brooke back.
"Brooke, I am a Dominatrix and by coming to my home you are submitting to anything I desire." Cella confidently stated. "Are you still interested?" There was a pause but one that only the trained ear would notice. "Yes Mistress Cella, I want to be trained by you." Brooke came back a little too self assured. Cella gave her the address and shared the rules of her home. "When you arrive, strip and leave your clothes at the door before you knock." "Umm okay" Brooke said questioning why she had agreed.
Seven pm arrived and there was a quiet knock at the door. Cella, dressed in her favorite black leather corset with demi-cups that support her perfect small breasts yet leave her sensitive nipples available for play, opened the door to Brooke.
Brooke stood on the doorstep with clothes in hand smiling. Her nipples erect, either from the slight breeze or the excitement of what she was about to embark on. Her clean-shaven pussy revealed a large clitoris extending beyond the outer labia making Cella's eyes twinkle a little brighter.
"How may I serve you Mistress Cella?" Brooke asked almost humorously as she stepped in the door. "First, when ever you greet me, you will always pay homage to my pussy with gratitude!" Cella commanded. Brooke, playing along, fell to her knee inhaling Cella's scent and slowly started to lick her pussy lips in a teasing manner. Her tongue slowly licking one side then the other, then working her lips open gently flicking her clit. As her licks became hungrier Cella started to feel her desire rise. "Harder my slut, lick me harder, stick your tongue deep in my pussy and let me see if you know how to fuck a woman."
Brooke having had many relationships with women rose to the occasion and started tongue-fucking Cella with rhythm finding her G spot quickly. Cella was pleasantly surprise at her oral dexterity but the feeling was instantly ruined when Brooke started to touch her clit with her hand. "Stop you silly slut, did I say you could touch me?" Cella said, the insult clear in her voice. "Get your hands behind your back." With that Cella put on strong leather cuffs and collar, quickly hog tied and locked Brookes hands behind her to the collar.
"Sorry my Mistress." Brooke uttered slightly wounded at Cellas reprimand. "You shall never touch me unless you are told to. You have no control here and if you resist you will be punished. Do you understand?" Brooke nodded in consent. With that Cella took a flogger to Brookes ass with hard sharp blows. Brooke's screams were not restrained and filled the hallway. "Please Mistress, I am sorry, no more." Cried Brooke as she started to back towards the door.
"I love your screams but I find your pleading annoying so you will be silenced until you have learned not to speak." As Cella said this she stuffed Brookes mouth with a large double-ended dildo gag and locked it in. Brooke's large eyes were the only indication of her lessening defiance. Cella's ability to read her slaves is one of her most values traits.
Locking on thick thigh belts on Brooke's legs and connected clips to each of Brookes pussy lips tightening them so her clit was fully exposed and revealing the wetness of hole. The pain Brooke was feeling from the clips brought tears to the corners of her eyes but she was unable to make a noise as the cock pushed down her throat.
"You are almost ready. I hope you are liking all the attention I am giving you, you little bitch." Brooked nodded slightly but fear was rising as she saw Cella bring out a heavy Y chain with alligator clips in each end. Cella clipped the upper end to Brookes nipple rings and then the third to her stretched and exposed clit. The pain jolted Brook and she shook. Shaking her head violently from side to side trying to express NO was all she could do. While the pain was more than she felt she could bear, Brooke felt her pussy getting very wet.
Brooke came to Cella believing she was yet another woman who wanted to sleep with her. It happened all the time because Brooke exuded it in her daily life, loving the attention and was always willing to explore a new woman's body. She assumed that Cella's teasing her with Dom talk was just a lure. Now bound and clamped it was all very real, as was the pain. What the was happening to her, her mind was telling her to get the hell out of Cella's home but her body was responding to the intense pain with equal amounts of pleasure. While Brookes mind was drifting she barely noticed Cella attaching the leash to the Y chain or the blindfold that had been applied.
The yank of the leash sent sharp pain to her nipples and clit and she had no option but to follow the direction that she was being pulled. "You are going down 7 steps." Cella's voice came through the blurr. Mentally counting off the stairs Brooke could sense they had entered a room. It smelt of leather, cum, and pheromones. Each of which stirred her physical response further. There was also a faint hum that she could not place. As Brooke was lead further into the room she was instructed to squat. "Now my sweet little slave whore I want you to pee." Cella cooed as she lowered Brooke by pulling on the clit and nipple chain.
Brooked tried hard to let her muscles relax but was unable to. "Do you need a little encouragement?" Cella announced as she yanked the chain upward and started to flog her exposed and clamped clit. The pain shot like a gun through her whole body and Brooke quickly squatted to let her pee flow. "Good to see you can learn quickly!"
While she was peeing Brooke could hear a choking noise and wondered what else was happening in the room. As soon as she was finished Brooke was lifted and her dildo stuffed mouth was lowered where her pussy had just been.
She felt resistance on the outer dildo of the mouth gag as she was instructed to fuck with her mouth cock. Not wanting to feel the whip on her clit again, Brooke fucked the hole with fervor. As she did she found herself fantasizing what she was fucking and the pleasure started to over take her.
Almost instantly Cella's mouth was on her pussy expertly licking her and soothing her clit from the teeth of the alligator clip, licking around the lip spreaders and then finally licking her hot and dripping hole. As Brooke felt herself building to orgasm, she fucked with her mouth harder trying to satisfy her primal needs.
"Don't think you can cum my little whore." Mistress Cella stated as she stopped pleasuring Brooke's hole that was ready to explode. With those words another hard whip came to her ass bud. "Control yourself, you cum when I tell you to!"
Before Brooke could react to the pain on her ass she was lifted by the collar and laid on a slightly reclined table, her arms quickly bound to chains and her legs lifted, spread and locked apart and a heavy strap across her belly that completely immobilized her. "Okay Brooke it is time for you to meet my other slave." Cella said as she removed the blindfold.
Brookes eye's struggled to focus in the dimly lit dungeon. When she finally focused she could see a man shackled in iron, his hands and legs bound together with his legs meeting his arms. He was semi reclined and facing Brook but lower to the floor than her. The shackles spread his legs leaving his ass fully accessible. His cock rock hard and tied in two places, at the base and below the head, and his balls were bound in a heavy metal band and chained to the ceiling above him
It was only then that Brooke could place the humming noise. It was coming from the dildo in his ass, the fucking motion obvious. Instant fear gripped Brooke, anal play was something she had heard about and the thought was did not appeal to her. The man also wore a head harness with an O-ring gag, forcing his mouth fully open.
Following her gaze Mistress Cella told her "Yes that was your piss receptacle and the hole you were fucking so nicely. I hope you approve. Brooke, this is Peter my slave. He has slipped in his training and needed to taste your virginal piss. Did you like it Peter?" Peter nodded with enthusiasm unable to reply with the ring in his mouth.
