Lifestyle Training - Sex Stories

Lifestyle Training

... you're available.”

“You'll be happy to know I offer discounts for regular customers. Significant savings for those who schedule bi-weekly sessions or weekly play.”

“Awesome!” Laura's enthusiasm was evident.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and the trio re-entered Mistress Sevara's fully equipped dungeon. The smells of leather, rubber, metal and lubricant permeated the cool air, washing over Nathan as he quickly returned to his hands and knees. To his chagrin, he realized he'd done so without even being instructed. He truly was being trained.

“If I may, Mistress Laura?” Sevara reached for the leash.

“Oh, of course!” She handed it over readily.

In private, Laura told him that she didn't care for the term Mistress, but it seemed she was warning to it quickly under the tutelage of a professional Domme.

Mistress Sevara led Nathan over the cold, stone expanse to an odd device that looked almost like a coffin. “Up here” she said, tapping the sturdy wooden box with her crop. “Line up your wrists with those cuffs and kneel on the end by the hole.”

Nate climbed onto the medieval contraption and positioned himself accordingly. Sevara set her crop aside and quickly undid his existing wrist cuffs before locking him into the ones attached to the device.

“This is a smother box” she explained as she worked. “It's used for sitting on men's faces while they're bound in a confined space. Queening, as it's often called. Perhaps we'll enjoy that during your next ...

... session.”

“Mmmm... yes please” Laura purred.

“It's smart of you to do this” Sevara continued as she tossed the old cuffs aside with a metallic clank. “It's a huge expense, equipping a dungeon. Why buy bondage furniture when you can come use mine?”

“I agree” Laura replied with a nod. “Though, if I'm honest, I'm already dreaming of having my own little dungeon some day.”

“Oh! Going to give me some competition?” the veteran joked.

“No, no! Nothing like that!!!” Laura waved her arms.

The duo laughed and Sevara nodded toward her massive rack of dildos. “C'mon, let's pick out our toys. What's the biggest cock this little bitch has taken so far?”

“Seven inches.”

“Pffft, a small fry in my business. Think he's ready to take it up a notch?”

“Only one way to find out!”

Nathan tried his hardest to get comfortable as the two Dominas laughed and outfitted themselves with strapon harnesses. It was so weird to be face down, ass up, shivering in a bondage dungeon. Even more so to hear them talking about a seven inch dick like it was small. Seven inches was Nathan's size when fully erect. He'd always been proud of his above average penis. It seemed if his wife and Mistress Sevara had their way, those days would soon be over.

When they returned a few minutes later, Laura had a giant red rubber dong strapped around her waist. It matched her outfit perfectly. The fat, nine inch silicone phallus gleamed in the overhead lights of the dungeon. Mistress Sevara stepped ...