1. A Well Trained Slave


    Date: 12/11/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: BradLee, Source: LushStories

    Mistress Trixy turned up her slave's chin with one red nail beneath his jaw as he knelt before her. He looked at her with wide eyes. He was naked but for his black leather collar and silver chain. “Peter,” Mistress Trixy chided, as she arched her back and turned a length of his chain in her fist. She tugged on the chain and the man gulped. “Yes Mistress?” he nodded. “Remind me, slut, what we decided last night.” He nodded again. “Yes Mistress.” Mistress Trixy kicked the naked man’s knees apart to expose his cock which was jutting upward, hard and erect, and bouncing against his tight belly as she moved him. “We decided,” he gulped, as she kicked his inner thigh hard, “that I should be punished.” “Yes Peter,” Mistress Trixy nodded. “You spilt your filthy sticky cum all down my legs at just the slightest touch on your cock. And that will not do, Peter. You are at the start of your training with me, so your reaction was not unexpected; but it is not the kind of behaviour I tolerate.” Peter nodded quickly. “I understand, Mistress.” Mistress Trixy ran her fingers through Peter’s dark curls and looked down into his eyes. “Did I ask you to speak just then?” she questioned. Peter was silent. “No, I did not.” She curled her fingers in his hair and held his face upturned to her. “You pathetic bitch.” Mistress Trixy spat a wad of saliva across his cheek and released him. “Have a look around my playroom, slut, and then tell me how you think I may choose to punish you today.” Peter ...
    remained on his knees and looked around the room. It was a large room, painted entirely white, but stained yellow by the sunlight pouring in through the high windows. In fact the windows were so high that their only purpose was to let in light, and they were fixed shut. Against one wall hung a vast array of whips, crops, paddles and various bondage restraints made of black leather with chrome buckles and ringlets. From the ceiling of the room hung a number of chains and ropes suspending large iron rings at various heights. And in one corner, there was a large black x frame cross with many leather straps, buckles and rings for fixing ankles, wrists, legs and arms. There was a large four poster bed with purple silk sheets, and at the foot of the bed there was a padded hobby horse, suitable for slave to be strapped over for a flogging or fucking. And there was an ornate white leather sofa upon which four girls sat, side by side, with their arms entwined over each others' shoulders. The breath caught in Peter’s throat and his heart pounded at the sight. The girls were young and stunningly beautiful; two blondes and two brunettes. They were silent, except for the sound of their tongues noisily exploring mouths as they deeply kissed one another. Each girl had an amazing figure; beautifully curved, with heaving breasts and hourglass hips, wrapped in scanty finest lace lingerie. All Peter could see was an array of tan skin, bare thighs, red lips meshing, shining hair swept back over bare ...
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