The Personal Trainer

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Sebastian Moran lived alone in a one-story ranch-style home on a quiet, tree-lined street in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood in a quiet, tree-lined town. He needed a house - not an apartment or a shared condo - because the things he did with women took privacy.

He thought of himself as a sort of personal trainer, but instead of honing the body he honed the mind. His job was to train women of all ages to explore their sexuality and become willing slaves. His clientele changed so much that he wasn't particularly in making the women his own slaves; he simply liked the challenge of breaking in their minds and bodies and teaching them to serve their masters, to become willing whores for one or more men.

Twenty-nine years old, Sebastian was quite tall - 6'3'' - and muscular, weighing approximately 220 pounds. He kept in good shape because he knew his "clients" expected it. He had shaggy brown hair, parted in the center, with a flat chin and penetrating green eyes.

Most of the women came to him willingly; many, in fact, came to Sebastian through his best friend, Pierce, who acted rather like an agent, booking girls for Sebastian's services. Pierce had called him this morning, in fact, to tell him that a young lady was interested in some informal training. "Just a practice round, she told me," Pierce had said. "She's curious about this lifestyle, but wants to ease into it."

Sebastian said he understood. He waited now in his spacious living room, which had two plush couches, several bookcases, and a flatscreen TV all resting atop wine-colored wall-to-wall carpeting. He liked to live well, and the money he received from these girls allowed him to do just that. He poured himself a small glass of red wine while he waited for his client to arrive.
 
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Serena

Serena Louis got out of the cab and paid the driver before turning to study the home. It was deceptive in its simplicity, and she wondered about what awaited her inside. Anticipation and a little fear coiled in her belly as she forced herself to walk to the front door. Her waist length bond hair was pulled back in a simple braid. Nervously she smoothed her hands down her skirt. She had come straight from work after booking her month's vacation time. Her simple blouse and skirt were both dark green to match her eyes. Her ample curves were easily distinguished in her well-fitted clothing. Taking a deep breath she knocked...
 
When I opened the door, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, and I had seen plenty. I'd trained hundreds of sluts in my profession, and this woman instantly stood out. Her piercing green eyes stared at me, hesitant, nervous, but a bit curious and excited. That was good.

"Come in," I said to her. I took her hand and kissed it; politeness can be key in making people feel comfortable. "What's your name?"

"Serena," she said, in a sweet, soft voice.

"Pretty name. Would you like to have a seat?"

She nodded and sat on one of the black leather couches and crossed her legs. It took a lot of willpower not to look between them. I sat on the other one, across from her, and offered her some wine. She accepted, which I figured she would, if only to calm her nerves. I poured her a very small glass, which she sipped.

"You're very beautiful," I said to her sincerely and she muttered a thank you. "May I ask what you're doing here today? I'm a trainer, as you know...so what sorts of things are you interested in learning?"
 
Serena

I felt heat rising in my cheeks at his question. Angry with myself for blushing, I looked him in the eyes and took a deep breath.

"I've recently become interested in submission. Although I'm only 26, I own my own real estate office where I have to make all the decisions. The idea of completely relinquishing control to another person is very appealing. I've always liked sex a little rough, and was shocked to find myself turned on when my ex lost his temper and forced me. I've done some research online, which is where I met...Pierce, is it? I'm very curious and he assures me you are an expert. As agreed, I am here with only what I wear as well as my purse. I have made arrangements for a month free of obligations so that I may be fully accessible."

After giving my answer, I started to take a closer look at this man. I'd always had a weakness for tall men, being a mere 5'3" myself....
 
"That's very interesting," Sebastian said, and he was sincere. He truly was interested in people of all different walks of life, and was fascinated to find out what it was that brought them to his house.

"It sounds like you've done well for yourself. But I'm glad you're not cutting off all your options so early in life. It's good to experiment." He shifted a little on the couch and leaned forward, looking at Serena more closely, enjoying what he saw. "First and foremost, if you're going to learn to become submissive, you'll have to learn to do as you're told. Do you think you can do that?"

He leaned forward still more, rather lecherously, and he found himself amazed at how eager he was to touch this girl. Normally he could restrain himself much more easily than this.

"For instance," he said, "if I asked you to spread your legs for me right now so I can see what you have on underneath that skirt, would you do as you were told?"
 
The intensity of his gaze riveted me. At his words I almost spread my legs involuntarily. "If you tell me to, I will obey. That is why I am here. However, from what I have read, we will need safewords before we begin."
 
I nodded. "Very good, Serena. I see you know your subject. Typically, a safeword should be something extremely random and out of the ordinary, so it isn't confused with anything that might be said during sex. For instance, traffic light. Does that work for you?"

Serena nodded.

I went on, "And you're absolutely right about what you're told to do versus what you asked. I can see you'll be a very good student. Now, I'm telling you to spread your legs."
 
Obediently I spread my legs as wide as the skirt would allow, still sitting up straight on the couch. My eyes widened as the quick stab of arousal I felt at giving in to his command, and I could feel my nipples hardening against my clothing....
 
I watched as Serena spread her legs. I was very pleased to see that she had no panties, and I could see her bare cunt glistening between her legs.

"Very good, Serena," I said. "You're off to a great start." I could feel my cock swelling inside my pants. "Now, pull that skirt up a bit and rub your pussy for me while you answer some questions. One: how many sexual partners have you had - I want a separate answer for oral and normal sex. Two: When you hear the word 'slut' what do you think of?"
 
Turned on more than I thought possible, I lifted my hips and slid my skirt up to reveal my smooth pussy. Touching myself I found I was already slightly wet. Slowly I began rubbing my pussy, circling my fingers around my clit....

"Mmm....I've slept with 5 men.....i've given...mmmm....oral to 3 men.....I've received oral....mmm....from 1 man....."

I started rubbing faster, my body wanting more....

"When you say slut I think of being a slut for one man....to be his to use and take and fuck at any time...."

I blushed brightly even as I continued to rub myself under his watchful gaze...
 
I leaned forward and ran a hand along Serena's leg. I snaked my way up until it was almost touching her pink mound.

"You're not terribly experienced, for your age," I noted. "But that's all right. And that's quite a good answer for question two. You will let me finger you now."

She had no problem submitting, and I slid my middle finger inside the smooth wet folds of her pussy.

"Do you like the idea of being someone's slut?" I asked. "Because my job is to make you my willing slut for as long as we train here, and then you will go out in the world to be a good slut for someone else."
 
I couldn't help a quiet moan as he slid his finger inside me. I had stopped rubbing my pussy to allow him access, and my sex clenched around his finger eagerly...

At his question, I could only nod helplessly as I could not yet say the words...
 
I wasn't surprised by her silence. "You're hesitant, I can see, but that's just fine, Serena. That's why you're here, so you can learn these things."

I slid another finger inside her, now making it two fingers fucking her soft cunt.

With my left hand I cupped one of her breasts. "You are so beautiful, do you know that? I'm so glad you're here, because it shows you want to learn all about pleasure. Do you think you could submit to a world that knows only pleasure and nothing else?" I asked, as I worked her sex some more with my two fingers.
 
I had not worn a bra either, and his hand on my breast was surprisingly warm. The fabric of my blouse felt rough against the sensitive tip that was clearly visible through the material. I couldn't stop my hips from moving against his hand as I whispered softly, "Yes...."
 
I licked Serena's nipples through the thin material while I continued rubbing her clit.

"I want you to know pleasure, darling" I said. "I want you to learn to be a slut for me." I kissed her neck and moved back to her nipples, working my tongue along the material.

"You're going to cum for me now," I said. "I know your body wants it, and you want it. Spread that cunt some more and cum hard."
 
I spread my legs eagerly, wanting to cum. The pressure continued to build as he fingered me and sucked my nipple through the blouse. I was getting so close, so damn close. Frantic, my hips bucked against his hand seeking release....

"Please......oh god I want to cum....please...." I cried softly as he drove me closer and closer to the edge....
 
I continued fingering her hard, upping the pace, now squeezing her nipples with my other hand in addition to licking them. I moved my left hand down to cup her ass while I finger-fucked her soaking wet twat, feeling as her lower body shook and trembled.

"Yes, cum for me like a slut," I said. "That's what I know you want to be. Cum for me like a" - I moved my lips to her ear and whispered - "slave."
 
As he shoved his fingers more roughly into my sex I felt it start. Crying out, I was helpless as I sat there and came all over his hand. Within seconds I came again and again under his fingers, my body convulsing in my seat. Limply my head fell back on the couch as shudders racked my body...
 
I felt her buck and shudder as she came hard, her pussy flooding my hand with fluids. She threw her head back, relieved, and when she opened her eyes I smiled at her.

"You seem like a willing student, Serena," I said. I pulled my hand from between her legs and held it to her lips. "Now you will suck my fingers clean. I want you to see what your pleasure tastes like."
 
Looking directly into his eyes I slowly began licking the liquid from his fingers in long slow strokes. I was surprised at the faint salty/sweet taste of my own pleasure. As I reached the tip of his finger I carefully suckled the pad of his fingertip in my mouth before moving to the next finger and doing the same. Carefully licking his hand dry, I pulled back when finished and waited....
 
Serena seemed to enjoy tasting her own juices, and her eyes were filled with passion and excitement.

I couldn't stand seeing her clothed for a second longer, and my next statement was simple: "One thing you should start to learn - if you haven't already - is how much pleasure even the sight of your body will bring a man. You will strip for me now, Serena. Make it slow. Make my cock hard."

The last phrase was a bit unnecessary, as my cock was hard already, but I wanted her to keep in mind that everything she did was for the pleasure of someone else. It was a good lesson for her to learn early.
 
Slowly I stood up, my skirt falling slowly back into place. Stretching my arms above my head I arched my back briefly to release tension, my breasts straining my silk blouse. My nipples were hard and easily visible though the thin fabric. Sliding my hands down my body I began to gradually unfasten the buttons, starting from the bottom. As he watched me steadily I reached the last 2 buttons and stopped. Walking closer to him I leaned forward slightly, and started caressing my nipples thru the material. Convinced I had his full attention I released the last two buttons, my full round breasts bouncing free. Easily each the size of a large grapefruit, my breasts were high and firm - a fact I was proud of. Placing one leg on the couch, I easily unfastened the side zipper of my skirt and let it slide off of me. I kept my leg in place as I stood calmly, waiting for him to respond...
 
My cock grew so hard while Serena stripped that I was tempted to pull it out and stroke it right then - but I had to be professional; she was my client, after all. I watched her perfect breasts bounce free, the nipples hard, and then I watched as the skirt fell to the floor, her bare pussy still glistening from its moisture.

"You are so beautiful, Serena," I said, and it came out almost as a whisper. I walked across the room, to the door that led to the hall, and stood there, my erection tenting my pants. "Now you will get down on all fours and crawl over to me, pet. How much do you want to please your master?"
 
Serena

Slowly I dropped to my knees, my eyes wide at the apparent size of his erection. Leaning forward on my hands I couldn't resist the opportunity to stretch, arching my back like a cat. Awkwardly I crawled on all fours over to him, suddenly aware of the weight of my breasts as they hung from my chest...
 
Watching Serena crawl to me I realized that, although she appeared slightly uncomfortable, she was also in my control now. She wanted to be used, wanted to be a slave, and I would be happy to accomodate.

I watched her naked body intently as she crawled to me, her breasts swinging under her, her back arched. She looked up to me while she crawled, and for a moment I thought I noticed a brief smile, which only made me harder.

"It's time to test your oral skills, Serena," I said, and unzipped my pants. I took out my hard cock and held it in front of her. "Suck me now, like a good slave."
 
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