Slave training against one’s will

“Slave training against his will” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

At 1.85 meters tall, without high heels, she towered over him and looked down on him as he sat kneeling at her feet. Her last words still echoed in his ears. “What do you say?” To reinforce these words, she slammed her foot hard into his groin. He staggered in pain; it had only been a few minutes since his balls had been severely beaten, as had his cock, which had more bruises than freckles on his body. He could barely keep his balance and stammered, “Thank you, Domina…” “That’s better, slave. Too bad you keep forgetting. Your slave training started today, you slut. Be grateful for that.” She had walked away and left him behind without giving him any instructions. And so he sat there, on his knees, his mind wandering.

Unaware

On a random evening, at a random time, completely unannounced, She had been standing in front of him when he opened the door, unaware. He hadn’t heard or read anything from Her for weeks and had assumed that this was the end. His last messages to Her had gone unanswered. The silence had weighed heavily on him. Heavier than he had expected and wanted to admit to himself. With what power did She have him in Her grip? She wasn’t even his type. He liked smaller and slimmer women, and She didn’t fit his ideal image at all. But somehow he had felt Her absence as a loss.

So when he opened the door and found Himself face to face with Her, he felt a moment of joy. “Apparently, She hadn’t forgotten him,” the thought flashed through his mind. His brief joy was short-lived, because this euphoria made it easy for Her to push Him aside and gain access to his home. Before he even realized what was happening, She was standing in the middle of his hallway. When She had sent him Her last email six weeks ago with only the sentence “…and at an unexpected moment, I will claim you,” he had only frowned and laughed scornfully.

Not taken seriously

He hadn’t taken the text seriously, filing it directly into the digital folder where he kept all Her messages without replying. He would never let Her come; how could She think She could claim him? No meant no, didn’t it?

She had pushed her way in without batting an eyelid, shoving him aside as if it were the most normal thing in the world and taking possession of the situation, him, and his house. She had known how he would react. For a moment, he had felt a trace of doubt. Should he have shown her the door, should he have told her she wasn’t welcome? “But what if she had made a scene? What would the neighbors have thought?” It would be wiser to close the door and wait and see how the situation developed. Surely she wouldn’t really demand him against his will?

Exciting situation

He couldn’t prevent his body from reacting immediately to this exciting situation. His cock had spontaneously become erect, apparently leading a life of its own. He didn’t want her. Right?

As soon as he had closed the door behind him, She had turned around and looked at him, looking stunning, there was no denying it. Perhaps a little too much of everything, but this only reinforced Her dominance. A tight black and white skirt, a white bra with a see-through black blouse over it, topped with a half black leather corset that pushed up Her breasts, and this outfit definitely stimulated his senses. A coarse, striking necklace further accentuated Her femininity. “Refined and sexy” were the words that came to mind. He found her attractive, but nevertheless kept telling himself, “She’s not his type.”

Hi Jay!

“Hi Jay!” Her voice was soft and warm, just as he remembered. Her voice contrasted sharply with the rest of her appearance, which at that moment exuded nothing but dominance and intimidation. He had been impressed by the moment, finally shaking himself awake and finally asking, “What are you here for?”

The hallway had remained silent. Eerie silence. She had just stared at him intently, nothing else. He hadn’t been able to figure her out, had no idea what was going on in her mind. The silence had seemed like an eternity, and just before he was about to ask Her to leave his house, She walked towards him and before he knew it, he felt a well-aimed kick in his balls, causing him to fall down moaning.

What are YOU doing here?

“What are you doing here? What are YOU doing here?” She had repeated that one sentence icily, punctuating it with a hard slap across his face. “Who do you think you are? You are nothing! Absolutely nothing! Less than nothing! Know your place! You are here for Me, understand? For My pleasure!” Her eyes had looked down at him coldly as She had spoken Her words calmly and decisively. “Absolutely nothing,” She whispered again. He had been overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do for a moment. The thought flashed through his mind: “Scream for help!” But how could he explain this situation to his neighbors? After all, no one knew about his double life.

A hint of joy

Contrary to his expectations, the coldness in Her eyes softened him. He had even felt a hint of joy at this reunion, something that was not apparent in Her.

“I’m coming to claim what is Mine!” As She spoke these words, Her hand pinched part of his face, creating a kind of spout.

“You are mine! And this whole charade has gone on long enough!”

With a “Pour me a cup of coffee!” she turned and walked into his living room. Her demeanor was confident and exuded decisiveness. This woman knew what she had come for, so different from a year ago.

A cup of coffee

“A cup of coffee couldn’t hurt,” he had convinced himself. “A cup of coffee, and then he would tell her he didn’t want her and kindly ask her to leave his house.” He had walked to the kitchen and made coffee. After serving it, he was about to sit down on the couch. “A slave doesn’t belong there! On the floor, you!” came the admonishing voice. It wasn’t even a snarl, and yet he felt these words rush through his body. Perhaps precisely because it wasn’t a snarl.

Once again, it was the matter-of-factness that struck him. He knelt down next to Her, still making excuses for himself: “I’ll send Her away later, but first I’ll be nice to Her.”

Bright blue eyes

A silence had fallen while She had looked at him quietly, enjoying Her coffee. And all that time, he couldn’t manage to formulate a complete sentence in his head. Her clear blue eyes seemed to penetrate his soul. What was it about this woman? What did She trigger in him? How did She do that? He didn’t want anything with or from Her. And yet She could throw him off balance. As soon as the coffee was finished, She had taken Her bag and removed a small package from it.

And something else, which he couldn’t see clearly. Something small. Once again, She had taken his face in Her hands and pushed something into his mouth against his will. Not knowing what it was, he had been forced to swallow the small thing. Then the small package was unpacked, which turned out to contain a shiny cock ring. For a moment, his heartbeat was disturbed at the sight of this small nut, made of stainless steel. At first glance, it was the perfect size for his large cock.

In the cage of the CB

“Come closer,” and with a practiced hand, She had his cock disappear into the cage of the CB in no time. After an inspecting glance, a smile actually appeared around Her lips. Although he found the new housing for his cock far from pleasant, it did fit. Tightly, to be precise. She had put a lock on it and he hadn’t immediately realized where the keys were.

Her soft hand had slid over his face. He hadn’t been able to place the glint in Her eyes; it was as if She had known something. Suddenly, he felt why… She had known what was going to happen and had enjoyed the anticipation. His cock had become stiffer than stiff and seemed to want to burst out of his CB. However, the bars blocked the way, his cock couldn’t go anywhere, but it continued to grow.

No way!

She wouldn’t… would She? But She had. She had given him a Viagra pill that he had to swallow. The pain in his cock had been unbearable, and while he lay there moaning, he felt a kiss on his mouth, She had gotten up and left. Leaving him dazed.

Silence had fallen over him. Her departure seemed to make it even more intense. Her presence had filled the entire space, and now that She was gone, the room was even quieter than quiet. The pain in his cock felt agonizing, but somehow this bizarre feeling gave him excitement and pleasure.

Enjoyed

And if he was honest with himself, he had enjoyed every minute She had been with him. Her presence had felt so different from the last time. His thoughts had been all over the place. He hadn’t wanted to call Her, or rather, he had wanted to. However, he had no choice; he hadn’t been able to get off his cb. Fortunately, the pressure eased after a few hours. He had emailed Her, but She had ignored his pixels. In the end, he had called Her.

She had listened to him and only mentioned a date when he could visit Her. He had wanted to refuse, but She had already hung up. He had no choice but to go to Her. And that’s what he had done today…

Leather outfit

She had opened the door wearing a leather outfit, the leather corset pushing Her breasts upward, creating the ultimate feminine look. He was surprised at himself, how after entering he had thrown himself at Her feet, kissed Her feet, as if he had never done anything else. “Your training started today,” She had simply told him. He hadn’t known what She meant by this until She had taken him to Her torture chamber where he had to undress. He had done this as if She had hypnotized him. And maybe She had.

Trapped in Her power, that’s how he felt. No longer in control of the situation. Wanting to scream “No” but unable to get a word out. He had wondered if it had made any difference or if his “No” had been muffled by a gag or a wad of cloth in his mouth. She was clearly in charge, but She also clearly had a goal. She seemed determined to claim him with the conviction of a predator on its prey.

Restrained and bent over

She had restrained his naked body, bent over. She had fucked him from behind in the ass, and after She had had Her fun, She had left him there alone for a while. She had come back to torture him. Before She started, She had removed his chastity belt. He had been whipped on his back and caned on his ass and cock. She had dug Her long red nails firmly into his balls. And he had seen how much She enjoyed it.

She had smiled softly at him when his cock had betrayed his arousal. He didn’t want to enjoy it, but he had completely lost control of his body. He had felt the blood rushing through his body, the heat seeming to burst from his pores. The battle of denial still raged in his head, but his body had already given up the fight. His mind did not want to surrender to this Lady, but his body had long since capitulated.

Kneeling

All these thoughts had gone through his head as he knelt there waiting for Her. Would She come back? Should he have done something? What did he want? Could he still leave? Did he still want to leave? His body knew the answer, but his deepest self did not want to hear it yet. Not Her! Any other “Her” would have been welcome, but not “Her.” And yet he had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed Her overwhelming power, Her decisiveness, Her pure sadism, Her natural Dominance, the sincerity She radiated, and all that combined with the warmth in Her eyes.

She didn’t radiate confidence, She was the personification of confidence. In Her hands, he would always feel safe. He looked at his blue cock and realized how contradictory everything was. Everything about Her was contradictory. He didn’t find Her attractive, as he had found other women attractive, and yet She had always given him a certain excitement. She had always had power over his cock.

No more free choice

He remained seated, as if he no longer had a free choice, and perhaps he didn’t. Addiction has many degrees. He waited. Minutes seemed like hours, and he had no idea how long he had been sitting there. Where had She gone? Would She come back? Or was he supposed to get dressed? But he had not been given any instructions to do so. Suddenly, the door opened again. She had apparently changed her clothes, removing the leather. He stared at Her as She walked toward him, wearing only a black corset and black stockings, without a thong, stood above him with her legs apart, and placed Her soft flesh on his mouth.

Riding his face

He knew what She wanted, and with his tongue he tasted Her excitement. She rode his face and he licked Her to a climax. He heard how She enjoyed him. Once She had reached Her climax, She looked at him. “You have exactly 15 seconds to bring yourself to a climax, then the CB goes back on.” And he jerked off, pure lust raging through his body, built-up tension, not even from days but from years, wanted to leave his body. And he jerked off as if his life depended on it.

Before She could count to ten, he came with a loud moan to an enormous orgasm. His semen was spread across the floor. He was completely dazed and drained. Empty.

Lick it up!

“Lick it up,” She told him, “and then clean up!” And he did it, running his tongue over Her floor, no matter how humiliating he found it, but he wanted to do this for Her, simply because She wanted it. And She, She was his Domina. She was in charge, and the confession in his head brought him an oasis of peace. “Nothing else mattered, he belonged to Her. She decided. He followed.”

Finally, he had found peace, after years of wandering, he had come home. He was proud when She put his collar back on. But he was most proud when She put a collar around his neck with a dog tag attached to it with the words “From my Mistress.”

“From now on, you are mine, little slave. My own private slave. For my pleasure and enjoyment.” She gently pressed her lips to his mouth…

His slave training had begun…

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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