The trainer inclines his head a bit, as if nodding. “Well, at least you won’t have any bad habits to break. We’ll get to that in a minute. First, though, there’s the other part of your training.”
A tremor runs through my body. The other part of my training means the anal stuff. The embarrassing, humiliating, and probably painful thing my future Master is so into. Master Franco, the trainer called him. I hate him already. I don’t want a new Master. I want the trainer to be my Master.
No, you idiot. You don’t want a Master. You want to get out of here. Focus, Grace.
Right. I should be trying to get out of here, except now I’m even more tired than I was before I went to sleep, and the trainer is back to being nice and showering me with praise. I don’t want to anger him by doing something stupid. Besides, it’s not like a way out has magically presented itself in the past few hours.
The door’s still there, along with the glowing keypad beside it, and there’s no way I can guess the password. There are no other exits and nothing I could use as a weapon against someone so much bigger and stronger than me. My best chance is to keep playing along, to make the trainer truly like me. That’s what captives are supposed to do, right? Make their captors see them as human, make them like them, and that’s what I’m doing. Not because I genuinely want this man to like me, because that would be wrong.
The trainer reaches around me to pick something up from the coffee table, then pats his thighs. “Bend over my lap, Doll.”
I don’t hesitate, maneuvering my aching body into awkward position. A sharp breath hisses through my teeth as he kneads my ass, but I stay quiet. His fingers dig into the welts his cane left behind, and when his palm roughly lands on the sensitiveskin, I cry out. Enjoying my cries, the trainer spanks me until I’m sobbing again, but his whispered words of praise make the pain worth it. Being called beautiful and perfect is intoxicating. I would let the trainer cut me to bits if he just kept talking to me like that.
You’re stupid.
Maybe I am. Does it matter, though? It’s not like I have a choice. Protesting, begging, or fighting back would only bring more pain, while giving in earns me sweet words and sweeter caresses. Who in their right mind would choose to resist?Thatwould be stupid.
As the trainer’s fingers find their way between my legs, finding me wet and ready, my whimpers morph into moans. He teases me, alternating between pain and pleasure until I’m so close to the edge that my body tightens in anticipation. Then he pulls back, laughing as I moan in frustration. Whenever I try to squirm or wriggle closer to his fingers, his hand clamps down on my thigh, both to hold me in place and to remind me of the rules as his fingernails painfully dig into my abused skin.
“You’ve earned nothing yet today, Doll,” he says as he spanks me again. It’s light, but with my ass on fire and my pussy throbbing, I still cry out.
“Please, Master! Please let me earn it. Let me serve you, please!” I beg shamelessly.
The next strike on my ass is harder. “Not yet.”
I want to cry out in frustration, but the sound dies in my throat when something cold drips onto my ass.
“Relax,” the trainer murmurs as he spreads the lube between my ass cheeks and starts rubbing it on my puckered hole. Oh. I almost forgot we’re doing this. “I said relax,” the trainer says, spanking me again for not paying attention, which I probably deserve, since I’m frozen as he pushes a single finger inside me, meeting hardly any resistance. When I realize there’s no pain,his words register, and I make myself relax like I did yesterday in the shower. Under his firm but careful touch, it’s surprisingly easy to let go.
It feels strange when he adds another finger and starts scissoring them, stretching me further, but it’s not exactly unpleasant, especially once I stop thinking about how wrong it’s supposed to be. Maybe it’s disgusting and wrong. Maybe it’s not. Either way, it’s not up to me, so there’s no point worrying about it.
Something bigger and firmer presses against my ring of muscles. My body clenches on instinct but I force myself to relax, my effort rewarded by soft words. “Good girl. You’re doing so well. Bear down on it now.”
Embarrassment flares, but the trainer’s words quickly dispel it. “Very good. Just like that.” He pushes the toy inside in small increments, each stretching me further, until it becomes painful. “The more you clench, the more it will hurt,” the trainer says, voice tinged with amusement. “Relax, Doll.”
The pain makes it hard but I do my best until finally, the plug is inside of me, the flared base sitting between my ass cheeks. Before I can relax, he’s already pulling it out and pushing it back in, again and again, until the pain fades to a dull, uncomfortable pressure.He leaves the toy in and spanks me again, and I gasp as the pain makes me clench around the plug. The extra stretch burns, and I try to relax, but the pain won’t let me.
“Perfect,” the trainer praises as he grabs my arms and helps me up. The plug shifts inside of me as I straighten up, and I cringe at the uncomfortable feeling. “Kneel again.”
Oh god. My bruised ass throbs inside and out, even though the plug itself doesn’t hurt. It’s just there, making me more aware of that part of my body than I ever wanted to be.
Once I’m settled, he palms his bulging pants. “Now. Let’s move to the other part of the training.”
My eyes bulge as the trainer reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock. It’s…big. I think? Compared to the plug, his cock is monstrous, and even the plug hurt, so I can’t imagine taking this. My pussy, though, clenches in need, very much on board with having this cock inside. Transfixed, I watch him stroke himself lazily, his thumb swiping a bead of fluid from the tip.
He sighs. “So innocent. Open your mouth, Doll.”
Cupping my cheek, he pushes his thumb between my lips. That very thumb that’s smeared with his pre-cum. It’s salty, and while I wouldn’t call it a delicacy, it doesn’t taste bad. Some of the tightness lifts from my chest. I can do this.
I hold his gaze and reach for him, too curious to wait for his order. He doesn’t seem offended by my initiative, leaning back on the couch as if settling in for a long stay. My fingers brush his as he lets go, and he jerks them away like my touch burns. “Go ahead, Doll. Touch me.” His voice is deliciously raspy, doing unholy things to my throbbing pussy. I never thought I could be this turned on!
The cock twitches in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it. Hot and heavy, it feels like a steel rod surrounded by smooth skin. A few prominent veins run along the shaft, and he hums appreciatively as I trace them with my thumb. I hesitate. What am I supposed to do now? Take it in my mouth? Stroke it like he did? Do I use my tongue? Why am I so woefully unprepared for this? “I-I don’t know… I don’t want to disappoint you, Master,” I admit.
“You could never disappoint me, Doll. I’ll give you proper instructions later but for now, just take your time exploring.”
“Thank you.” Reassured he won’t hold my inexperience against me, I stroke him experimentally, trying to mimic what he did earlier.
“Good,” the trainer praises. “You can grip it tighter. It’s not that fragile.”
