Trainer Pt 05

Erin's phone rang awakening both of us. I rolled over painfully. My joints' response to sleeping on the hard floor was angry, barking at me for every move I made. I was trying for morning wood but the kali's teeth bit deeply into my cock.

She answered the phone, and it was quickly obvious that she was receiving bad news as she rushed out of the room. I took advantage and used the bathroom to relieve the pressure against the cock spikes lining the ring of horror. Erin was clearly upset when she returned to the room. She immediately began packing and while she threw clothes haphazardly into a suitcase, she barked out instructions to me.

"My mother is ill. I will be gone for days, weeks, I'm not sure. While I'm away I have asked Natasha to train you. You will obey her as you would me. If you give her any trouble your world will come crashing down, mark my words. She should be here within the hour."

"What's wrong with your mother?"

"They're not sure."

"I'm sorry. I hope she recovers."

An Uber came to collect Erin in half an hour, and no sooner had she left than Natasha arrived. I answered the door wearing nothing but boxers that I'd hastily donned after Erin's departure.

"Hello, slut."

"Hello, Mistress Natasha."

"Your wife has asked me to assume your training in her absence."

"Yes, Ma'am, she informed me before she had to leave."

"Let's get a few things straight. You will be naked at all times indoors."

I quickly pulled the boxers down and stepped out of them."

"How long has your ring been on?"

"Since last night, Ma'am."

"She said the key was in a lock box under the bed."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Get it out."

I did as bidden, dropping to hands and knees to extract the heavy box.

"Go to the corner. Hands and knees. You will only stand when instructed to."

I crawled to the corner, understanding that she didn't want me to observe her unlocking the box.

She dialed the combination and opened the box. I heard her remove a couple of things before shutting and relocking it.

She strode to the chair in the opposite corner and summoned me with a gesture.

"Kneel up."

She reached out to seize the lock angling from the ring and pulled me toward her, the abrupt yank made the spikes dig in terribly. I tried not to react but did issue a stifled squeaking sound.

"Man up."

"Yes, Mistress Natasha."

She unlocked the padlock and threaded it through holes. I sighed as the weight was removed and she opened the ring to remove it entirely. Not unlike the removal of a clover it came with the painful rush of blood to the dozens of contact points, but having my cock free was a wonderful relief.

She massaged the tissue gently. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, and she made soothing noises, consoling me.

"Poor cock has taken so much, I will leave you free for a while. Don't make me put it back on. You know how to prevent that, don't you?"

"Don't touch it, Mistress."

"Exactly right."

I sighed in relief, truly delighted to have the horrible pain gone.

"I don't think there's any permanent damage. These things aren't really designed for long term wear."

"It's horrible. Mistress."

"If you behave yourself, I won't put it back on."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Was it on for punishment?"

"I don't really know why she put it on me, Mistress."

"She gave me no directions other than that she wanted me to train you while she's away."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Does she have a regular regimen for you?"

"I don't know, Mistress. Nothing spelled out, I guess."

"What are the rules?"

"I'm never to touch myself. I must accept any treatment she wishes to administer without complaint. I must keep the house clean. I must cook her meals. She is free to loan my sexual services to her friends. I'm not to speak without permission unless asked a question. Anytime she wants to punish me she will."

"Does she punish you often?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"How often?"

"Several times most days, Mistress."

She fell silent for several minutes, apparently lost deep in thought. Meanwhile I knelt, wondering what she was considering.

"Get dressed."

She stared straight ahead. I knew better than to speak or do anything other than obey immediately, so I did.

She attached a leash to my collar and led me out to her car, a Mustang. She led me to the passenger door, opened it, and gestured for me to get inside.

"Mouth."

I opened my mouth and she lay the leash between my teeth before closing my door.

She settled into her seat, started the engine and pulled away.

"Has your marriage always been female led?"

"No, Mistress."

"What changed it?"

"She found some sites I'd been looking at on my computer."

"Femdom porn?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Does that turn you on?"

I blushed and nodded sheepishly.

"So, she's not wrong to treat you the way she does?"

"It's too much, she's taking it too far, Mistress."

"Poor baby. It sounds like you're getting exactly what you wished for."

"I don't like the abuse, there's nothing sexy about what she's doing, Mistress."

"Did she give you a safe word?"

"No, Mistress."

She nodded and we drove on in silence for a while until she pulled to a stop in front of an ordinary looking two-story Craftsman house.

She climbed out briskly, giving me a curt instruction to follow. I got out of the car and stood patiently, waiting for her to circle the car, whereupon I followed her up the path to the front door.

"This is my house. You will serve as my slave while here."

"Yes, Mistress."

"We'll discuss your limits soon, but until then your safe word will simply be red."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I am a stern Mistress, but not unreasonable. I can be cruel and will expect complete obedience, but I will not be brutally sadistic. Consequently, I expect you not to use your safe word capriciously. Fair?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"For now, I will allow you three limits."

"No shit stuff, no real damage, and I don't want to be with men, please, Mistress."

"The first two are fine and the third certainly won't come up immediately."

"Thank you, Mistress."

The first room she led me into was obviously a well-equipped dungeon replete with a St Andrew's cross, a stocks and other fearsome equipment.

"If you really want to serve a sadistic woman, you'll be very happy here."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Stand in front of the cross. Spread your legs and extend your arms close to the cuffs."

I did as she asked, hooking my fingers in the wrist cuffs and placing my ankles so they touched the ones intended for them. She paced in front of me, looking over my body judgmentally, gently slapping one palm with the crop she held in the other hand.

She stepped close and calmly lifted my balls with the popper and watched carefully as my cock began to stiffen.

"Very nice, I like that you respond like that. It shows that you will become a good slave for me."

"Thank you, Mistress. I will try."

"Always keep in mind that everything is about my pleasure."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand."

"You will be trained to do things and enjoy them that you would never have imagined."

She flicked her wrist to gently impact each nut with the popper. The pain was minimal but pointed and underscored by her eyes boring into mine.

"And if I judge you correctly, you will enjoy them."

I swallowed hard, immediately realizing that she was under promising and expecting that she was the sort of woman who would over deliver.

Finally, she raised her crop to eye level and brought the popper down forcefully on the tip of my rock-hard cock. It made my cock swing down and pop back up forcefully. I cried out but strove mightily to remain still. Still focused on my eyes, she nodded in what I took for approval.

She held the crop up horizontally and pressed it to my lips. I opened them for her to insert the crop and seized it between my teeth. She nodded at my immediate understanding of her intent and began to fasten the cuffs, capturing my wrists tightly. my chest was offered to her, and she quickly took advantage, teasing my nipples and pinching them firmly. I moaned and my cock twitched as my nipples swelled from her pinching and twisting them.

She bent over to secure my ankles in the lower cuffs. With my cock and balls now blatantly offered for her use, she took advantage and began handling me familiarly, cupping my balls and grabbing my cock. Her touch excited my cock to reach its fullest, thickening and extending. Precum oozed and rolled down my shaft. She gathered some on her thumb and smeared it on my tip.

Seizing the crop from my teeth, she used it to gently tap my cock and play with my balls. The delightful, playful way she used her advantage was such a wonderful departure from the way my wife had administered control. I was feeling incredible arousal and a deep desire to please this woman.

She turned away to lay the crop on a long table by the wall that was covered with implements of kinky torment. Her next selection as a replacement was a leather tressed flogger that she spun in a figure eight pattern as she approached me. She draped it seductively over my stiff cock and spoke softly.

"You're familiar with this sort of toy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Did your wife hurt you with hers?"

"She did, Mistress."

"She leaned toward brutality, lacking finesse from what I witnessed."

"Yes, Mistress."

She drew the leather tresses back and forth across my erection, letting them tease my scrotum at the edges when she changed directions. It actually felt quite pleasant, although I anticipated that she could make it otherwise at a moment's notice.

"My perception of the relationship we are embarking on is that it can be fulfilling and even pleasurable for both of us. Of course, for my part it will definitely be pure pleasure, but hopefully I will teach you to find pleasure in your role as well."

"Thank you, Mistress."

She swung the flogger causing the falls to flick my cock, stinging on the swollen tip. It bounced for her, bowing to her attention. She continued stroking in that manner. Downward strokes making my cock bounce. The tresses bit into my meat and the way my cock was pushed down were both so different from what I had become used to while I can't say it was pleasurable, it wasn't horrible either.

She reached her off hand out to cup my balls and rolled them in her fingers. The contrast to the flogger stinging my cock and the bobbing was erotic despite the pain. She leaned close to my face and whispered.

"You're my slut now."

"Yes, Mistress."

She punctuated the exchange by reversing direction with the flogger, bring the tresses up to impact my balls from below. She gradually accelerated the circling motion, so each circle ended with the tips of the falls biting wickedly into my scrotum. The skin took the bulk of the pain, but each impact rippled through my balls.

If anything, my cock swelled further as she abused my genitals. She took note and grabbed me in a firm grip. She began working my cock, pumping me in a steady motion, building a rhythm that was causing my balls to draw up, aching for a release I had been denied so long.

"Would you like to cum for me, slut?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. Please may I cum for you?"

"How long since your wife allowed you to cum?"

"At least two weeks, Mistress."

"Was it a proper orgasm, or a milking?"

"A milking I'd say, Mistress."

She pressed the flogger handle into my mouth, took my balls in one hand and continued pumping my cock with the other.

"You may cum for me, slut."

"Thank you, Mistress."

It took only a few more strokes before I complied, crying out in joy as I shot five streams of thick white cum that she managed to avoid, letting my jizz fall to the floor.

"I guess it has been a long while."

I felt drained and shook in the aftermath of my release. She gently stroked my cock and balls while I sagged against the cuffs.

"Thank you so much, Mistress. That was amazing."

"If you're a good boy, that will not be the last time I allow you to cum."

"I will do my best to please you, always, Mistress."

"I know you will."

Mistress Natasha retrieved the flogger from my mouth after detaching the cuffs.

"When you are allowed to cum you will always finish by cleaning up your mess, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I dropped to my hands and knees and got to work, cleaning up every drop of semen that I had spewed onto the floor. She flogged my ass as I licked up the evidence of my pleasure. When I finished, I looked up at her grinning.

"Thank you so much, Mistress. You are wonderful."

"How should you show your gratitude?"

"May I worship you, please, Mistress."

"Yes, you may have that privilege. Rise and bend over."

I did as obliged. She slapped my ass and turned to the table where she lay the flogger down before selecting a medium size butt plug and a bottle of lube. She used the lube to prepare the phallus and brought to me.

"Open yourself."

I reached back, hooked my fingers into my crack and spread myself open, knowing it would be easier to accept the implement the wider I spread myself. She placed her hand on my lower back, brought the tip of the plug to my opening and began pressing. I pushed back, eager to accommodate her plug. She pressed and it popped in, painfully stretching my ass as the fat part passed through my sphincter.

"Now, follow me."

I dropped back to my hands and knees and crawled behind her to the throne like chair where she sat with her legs spread invitingly. I approached her and looked up inquiringly.

"May I have the privilege of worshipping your magnificent pussy, Mistress?"

"You may, slave."

I leaned closer and began to tease her labia with my tongue, gradually separating them and slipping my tongue into her hot delicious wetness. I drove my tongue deep into her, tongue fucking her and enjoying the nectar she rewarded me with for many minutes. When her hips rocked, I took the obvious signal to shift my focus to her swollen fuck button and encircled it with my lips, established strong suction. Then I attacked it with my tongue. licking softly, then more firmly until she responded with more of her honey and encouraged me with vocal cues.

"That's it, slave, just like that. Eat that cunt."

I did, and she quickly built up to an amazing orgasm, flooding my mouth and face with a massive squirt that filled my mouth and cascaded down my chin. I struggled to swallow all I could but was overwhelmed by the scrumptious volume she forced into my mouth. She shuddered and sighed after she finished and stroked my head as I cleaned her as best I could.

"Well done, slave. I think I'm going to enjoy owning you."

"Owning me, Miss?"

"Your wife does not deserve a good slave like you. Possession is nine tenths of the law, after all."

"Thank you, Mistress. I will be proud to be yours."

"Consider it done."

"Thank you, Mistress."