Slave Training (Open to one dominant female)

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra kept stroking his cock, his desperate defiance echoing around the room around them as he shook and shivered in his bonds. She smiled, her lips tipping at the corners as she felt his hips start to flex. He was trembling, teetering on the edge of a spectacular orgasm.

At the very last moment, she let go of his throbbing cock and took a step back. She grinned at him as he writhed and moaned in his chains. He was a beautiful specimen, that much was certain, but they would have to work on the bullheaded stubbornness that he seemed to possess.

“Was that a refusal, boy?” She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him dance. “I thought that you had learned a lesson, but that obviously isn’t the case. And to think that you were so close to cumming!”

She turned towards the intercom in the room, calling for Derek and another once more. When they entered the room, they had stiff mitten gloves and a collar between them. “Now, my boy, we will be putting you in a room to rest for the night.”

“And listen to me well. The mittens will keep you from touching yourself should you get through your bonds. Until you are ready to beg me nicely, you will not have the pleasure of release. The collar you will wear in my service until we find you another master or mistress. It will offer you a certain protection, but mark my words, if I hear of any disobedience from you, you will be punished severely.”

She walked up to him again, her fingers digging into his hair and jerking his head back. “Understand?”

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon felt his orgasm coming, felt the building surging through him, and try as he might, he knew that he couldn't stop it.

A loud cry of both relief and dismay accompanied the woman releasing Devon's cock and stepping back. Deep down, he'd truly wanted the orgasm, even if he'd been fighting tooth and nail to prevent it under the circumstances. Now, faced with the reality of his denial of it, he found himself lost in a daze of lust and pleasure that he both did and didn't want.

Devon was still gasping for breath, and his body was still calming down when he heard the woman speak. His green gaze lifted to find her brown one, but all he could do was nod at her mention of how close he'd been to cumming.

When the woman called for Derek once more, the sight of him, and what he held was very confusing. Devon didn't bother to hide that confusion, though it was short-lived, as the woman did not wait long before telling him the purpose of the two items. He then watched as she stepped forward, and was given very little choice as to whether or not he wanted to meet her gaze when she dug her fingers into his hair and jerked his head back.

"Ow!" Devon exclaimed before following it up shortly after, "Yes, yes, I understand, goddam." This time, Devon did mean his words. The ordeals the woman had put him through, especially this last one, had built him so very high, only to drop him. He was thoroughly drained, both mentally and physically, and he needed the rest, even if he did have to be restrained and restricted in the process.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Good.” Cassie said, watching as the boy struggled with the idea of being bound for the evening. He would be absolutely fantastic when he was fully trained. It was dawning on her more and more that she very well might not let this one go.

“And I will let your little slip go this once. Tomorrow, we will begin your training in earnest.” She said as she nodded to Derek and watched as the boy was released from his bonds. The collar and gloves were slipped on easily and she watched as Derek seemed to go with them this time. It would be a fight tomorrow, that she knew.

Derek was strong and capable of handling a dazed teenager easily. Down the hallway was a set of rooms for new trainees and that was there Derek would be spending the next few evenings. She followed behind her two slaves, waiting until the door to the room was opened and the boy was restrained to the bed by the loops at the wrists of the mittens.

“Comfortable?” She asked Derek, not really concerned if he were comfortable or not. “I will see you in the morning, my dear, sweet boy.”

With that, she grinned down at him and moved out of the room, locking the door from the panel on the outside. Then, a few moments later, the lights shut off, leaving him to rest in peace.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon didn't say another word to the woman, even as he was finally freed from his bonds and fitted with the collar and stiff mittens. He felt positively ridiculous, and made no attempt to hide his disgust at the situation he found himself in. Despite that though, he did walk with his two captors.

The room that Devon found himself led in to was almost as miserable as the last one he'd been in. He may as well have been in a psyche ward. There was only a bed and a window in the room, nothing else. He let out an exasperated sigh when he saw it, but did move to the bed and relent to being bound to it.

when the woman spoke once more, asking him if he were comfortable, Derek simply shifted on the bed, turning away from her as best he could with his hands bound as they were. A heavy sigh slipped from Devon at the way the woman addressed him as she said good night. The sound of the door closing brought his eyes closed, and he grimaced when he heard the door being locked.

It wasn't until the lights went out that Devon finally moved to roll back to his back, the only truly semi-comfortable position with his hands bound as they were. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, knowing that it would take him a very long time to get to sleep, especially while he dreaded the events of tomorrow...