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Content warning: The following story contains explicit content and BDSM themes that may not be qualified for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Training His Toy: A Master’s Exploration of BDSM

She stood in the center of the room, a small, delicate creature in the hands of her Master. He wasn’t harsh with her, not yet. He knew that she was new to the lifestyle, but that only made him more willing to distribute his knowledge with her.

He stepped closer, his fingers trailing along her collarbone and down to the dip between her breasts. She shivered as his touch brushed over her skin, her nipples already hardening in anticipation of what was to come.

“Are you ready, toy?” he asked, his voice low and smooth like a purring cat.

She nodded, her eyes trained on the floor. She was nervous, but also excited to see where this journey would take her.

He circled her, his gaze raking over her body. He picked up a flogger from the nearby table and slid his hand over the long tails, testing their weight.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” he said, holding the flogger up for her to see.

She nodded again, and he took a step closer.

“Good. Then you know that this can bring both pain and pleasure. Which do you desire, toy?”

She hesitated, unsure of what to say.

“Speak up,” he commanded, the edge in his voice making her jump.

“P-pleasure, Sir,” she stammered.

He nodded, as if satisfied with her answer, and took a step back.

“Kneel.”

She dropped to her knees, her hands clasped behind her back. He walked around her, his flogger trailing along the ground, as if he were stalking prey.

“Stick out your tongue.”

She obeyed, and he ran the tails of the flogger over her tongue, smirking as she flinched at the rough texture.

“You’re doing well so far,” he said, continuing to circle her. “But we’re just getting started.”

He moved behind her, trailing the flogger over her back. She could feel his breath on her neck, could feel the heat radiating from his body. She wanted to turn and look at him, to see the pleasure and satisfaction written on his face as he took control of her.

But she knew better. She kept her gaze firmly on the floor, submitting to his will.

He raised the flogger and brought it down on her back in a light stroke. She gasped at the sudden contact, but there was no pain. He continued, each stroke harder than the last, until she was writhing beneath his touch.

“Please,” she begged, unsure of what she was asking for.

But he knew. He knew that she wanted more, that she craved the release that only he could give her. He dropped the flogger and moved around to her front, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him.

“Is this what you want, toy? Pain or pleasure?”

“P-pleasure,” she whimpered.

“Then beg for it,” he said, smirking down at her.

She obeyed, her words flowing from her mouth in a desperate rush.

“Please, Sir, please give me pleasure. I’ll do anything you want, just please, make me come.”

He chuckled, his fingers moving down to her clit. She arched into his touch, wanting more, needing more.

“Anything?” he whispered, his breath hot on her face.

“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes pleading with him.

“Then you’ll be my toy. Not just for tonight, but for as long as I desire. You’ll submit to me, completely and utterly. Do you understand?”

She hesitated. This was more than she had bargained for, more than she had expected. But the ache between her legs was too much to bear. She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Good,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. She melted into him, surrendering everything to his touch.

And as he took her, again and again, she knew that she had found her place in the world. As his toy, she was whole. And she would submit to him, willingly and happily, for as long as he desired.
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