Tawnya's Training, Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Tawnya's Training, Chapter 3

"Before we continue with today's fun, I want to talk to you. Now I told you that your submission is a journey. Well this is your first few timid steps. Our relationship is not just a physical, sexual one. You will learn how to serve me in other ways as well. You will learn how to act and behave like a proper slaveslut. You will learn how I want you to look, act, talk, and think. My goal as Master is to get into your head and possess not only your body, but your mind as well. I want to be the first thing you think of when waking and the last thing on your mind when you fall asleep. I want to be in your thoughts during the day and possess your dreams and fantasies at night. I want to own you completely. Do you understand?" he asked. "Yes Master," I said. I don't think he realized it at the time, but he was closer to his goal than he knew. That past week he had been the subject of almost every thought dream and fantasy I'd had! I couldn't get him off my mind and now that I was here, naked with my tits tightly bound and an enormous dildo shoved deep up my cunt, all my thoughts and fantasies were coming true! "Good. Now to achieve this result, I use your own sexual needs, desires, and lusts as motivation for you. In other words, be prepared to be teased, tormented, and frustrated. I'll warn you now that during our sessions, I will often be bringing you to the very edge of your orgasm, stopping just as you feel yourself about to cum, and then let you calm back down. But only ...

... partially... I will let you calm down just enough to take the edge off, but then I will bring you right back," he told me. If he intended to use my own needs and desires as motivation, he was doing a damn fine job! I was almost insane with lust at this point. My cunt was drooling around the thick hard dildo and my tits were ablaze. I didn't know what more he could do to drive me any further, but knowing him, he would find a way. Master finally took the clamps off my tits. He squeezed my tits, slapping them over and over as I moaned and whimpered. My poor abused tits were the color of berries and burning like they had been doused with gasoline and lit on fire. At last he started to untie my tits, and the blood rushed back into them, further enhancing the fire and the deep throbbing that I felt. "Stand up, whore and get down on the floor," he commanded. I got off the chair slowly, the dildo vacated my cunt as I did, and I knelt down on the floor. Just about the time my knees hit the floor and I put my hands down, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across his polished wood floor. He dragged me by the hair around the sofa and then pulled me up, bending me over the back. He pushed my face into the cushions so I couldn't see what he was doing. "Don't move from this spot," he warned and I heard his footsteps crossing the floor, then returning. He grabbed my hair again and hauled me up so he could see my face. He had the doctors report that I had brought in his hand. As I stood there ...