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ingenewitty -> Training (5/3/2015 7:46:33 PM)
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She had come to him to learn about submission, to be 'trained' she had said, although it felt entirely ridiculous for her to say such a thing. He understood how she felt, and re-assured her it was natural and okay to feel that way. He was much older than she was, perhaps 20 years older, if not more. He was fit, hair greying, but what she noticed the most about him was his quiet confidence.
When she arrived he was seated in an arm chair. He regarded her almost impassively at first, but then, after a few moments, he smiled warmly and asked her to come into the room. She was nervous, trembling slightly, and her face flushed when he told her to strip. He had made sure the room was warm, so that she would not feel uncomfortable, and he delighted in watching her slowly and tentatively remove her clothes.
Her breasts were large and heavy, and the rest of her body was not disappointing. She was not firm and muscular, as an athlete would be, but rather soft and feminine. He enjoyed drinking in her scent, and because of this he asked her to step closer. He could see her shyness at appearing naked before him, especially since he was fully clothed. His most immediate thought was to test her wetness, to see if this was having the desired effect upon her, but he restrained himself, knowing it was too soon.
He told her that today would be a time for them to become acquainted, and for her to begin to learn her place. He showed her the pillow on which she would kneel, and told her then to kneel upon it, back straight, feet touching her....he wanted to say, 'her sweet young ass', but instead he chose the term buttocks. Yes, feet touching buttocks. Shoulders will always be back. Back straight. You have lovely tits, he added, making her flush a crimson red, and consequently causing his cock to twitch.
He reached towards her for the first time. Grasping her left nipple tightly and rolling it between his fingers. She gasped audibly, and was immediately reprimanded by a tightening of the fingers on her nipple. She was about to gasp louder, when he told her that she must remain quiet, unless he told her otherwise. She looked incredulous, but obeyed. He smiled warmly at her all the while wondering how she would react to the clamp he was about to adorn her with.
Instructing her to remain still, he produced a simple nipple clamp, and asked her if she had seen one before. She shook her head slowly, her brown eyes fixed on his. He explained to her that it might cause her a bit of discomfort, but this was part of the learning process, something she, if not now, might actually beg for eventually. Placing the clamp upon her nipple he reminded her that she must remain quiet.
He reminded her also to keep her back straight so he may enjoy her luscious tits, and then he set the second clamp into place upon her virgin nipples. He tested each one by flicking it lightly with his fingers, and although he sensed she wished to gasp, she remained quiet. Next to be added....the chain.
He produced a thin silver chain from his trouser pocket and showed it to the woman before him. He explained that the purpose of it was to keep them connected for the remainder of the day. She looked puzzled, but realization dawned on her when he attached the chain to the first clamp. Then passing the chain around his leg, he attached the other end of it to the second clamp. Moving his leg slightly made the chain flex, and the clamps tighten ever so slightly. Lean forward he instructed, and when she did so the clamps loosened, providing some relief. Now lean back, he instructed softly, with a gentle and disarming smile. When she did so the clamps tightened enough so that she could feel them more readily, but they also began to stretch her nipples.
Yes, a nicer view he said. You will remain in that position for now. He stroked her hair, and turned on the tv.
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