They both took the training sessions seriously. One hour, every Saturday morning, when he stopped by freshly showered on the way home from the gym. She'd be awake, browsing porn in bed, hungrily awaiting his arrival.

She had spent her early adulthood living within the confines of strict parents, and only now was she finally out on her own, with her own place where she could indulge the fantasies she'd harbored for years. 

But now she was nervous. Would she be too inexperienced? Would the men laugh at her? She wanted practice first.

He knew a good arrangement when he found it. He didn't ask for anything more than the agreement provided. He was discreet. He encouraged her progress, talked her through her doubts, and unleashed her long-hidden needs.

Most of all, he had the stamina to hold out until she'd completed her lesson. He knew how to communicate exactly what he wanted. 

Each week they'd review her lessons from the past week, and then he'd teach her a new technique or variation. He taught her to use her tongue, use her lips, to make it last, to swallow, to clean up every drip, and to make eye contact when she thanked him afterwards.

She'd been mediocre at first, of course, but now after only two months he was a reasonable cocksucker. Maybe even a good one. Her inexperience meant she was a blank slate, with no bad habits. 

Soon she'd be an extraordinary ball drainer. Her future partners and husband would benefit from her training for decades to come.

“What do you mean, you can’t make yourself cum?”  He looked at her, incredulously, watching her stroke her pussy.  “I’ve watched you cum dozens of times.”

“No,” she started, her voice breathy.  “I just can’t do it…”  She closed her eyes, not wanting to say it.  “… I just can’t do it with my fingers.”  She shuddered, right on the edge of orgasm.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to push herself over, not like this.  “I need… I need a vibrator, or your tongue, or your cock…” She trailed off as she began to rub herself again, blushing.

“How does a grown woman not know how to bring herself off?” He sounded bemused, in that teasing tone that made her weak. 

“Hey, I like my vibrator,” she said with as much indignation as she could muster.  Under the circumstances, it wasn’t much.  She was so close, so frustratingly close.

He laid down beside her and covered her working hand with his own.  He moved her fingers in small circles, gently, so their hands maneuvered in tandum.  “You really can’t?” he asked against her ear.  “What if I help?  Is that better? “

She nodded.

Their circles on her pussy became softer, slower.  “Helpless little doll, can’t cum on her own,” he teased.  

She moaned.  “Please…”

“Please what, fuckdoll?  What do you want me to do with this newest juicy little tidbit, hmm?”  He lifted their hands away from her swollen cunt. “Let’s see.  I could make you learn.  Make you learn how to please yourself, without…” He seemed to consider his next words.  “…Any crutches.”  He lowered their hands and resumed the gentle circles.  “I’m sure it wouldn’t take longer than a month or so.”

“NO, PLEASE.”  HER BREATH WAS RAGGED NOW.  

“No?  Think it would take longer than that?”  He increased the pressure of their fingers, wringing a g from her lips.  “Me too, I’m afraid.  I know learning isn’t the easiest thing in the world for a dumb slut like you.” 

“Fuck, please… Please I’m so close.  Please just… Do me.  Please!”

“Bet you’d really like your little toy right about now, huh, Dolly?”

If she could form a coherent thought, she might have felt nervous about where this conversation was headed.  She nodded, because that was the only response her body allowed her to give.  “Yes, please, Sir.”

“And what are you willing to do for me, to get it?”  His voice was dark now, anticipatory.

“Anything, please!  Just give it to me!”

His face brightened, that perfectly charming, sweet veneer masking all but the lust in his eyes.  “Excellent, darling.  I had hoped you might say something like that.  Now go fetch me the cane, and we’ll see how much you really want that vibrator.”

She was naked, having removed her clothes before crossing the living room threshold. She strode forward, stopping just in front of the wingback chair where He was seated, silent, relaxed, watching her every move intently. She knelt down in front of Him, assuming position one. He stood, and walked around her appraisingly, occasionally brushing a finger across her bare skin. Everywhere He touched felt electric and when he bent to secure restraints to her wrists and ankles she couldn’t help but shiver with delight.

“Crawl into the bedroom,” He ordered. His voice was quiet, but his command was powerful. Though blushing profusely, she didn’t even hesitate; she knew she belonged to Him, and wanted to give herself over to his whims. He followed behind her, reinforcing His ownership with a few playful crop swats to her bare ass.

“Stop here” He indicated, pointing to a spot on the floor at the end of his bed.  She waited patiently, or if not patiently then at least with no outward signs of impatience, as He left the room, but her heart was pounding and a million thoughts of what was to come swirled around her head.

“Position 3,” He said, reentering the bedroom. She took a moment too long processing what He told her to do so He smacked her smartly on the ass with his crop. Chastened, she immediately folded into position 3, toes together, knees apart, bent forward with her cheek pillowed on her clasped hands. A small ‘oh’ escaped her lips as he took his crop and gently glided it over her exposed pussy. He continued to tease her body, running the crop down her back, up her calves and thighs, across her ass cheeks. She gave a little moan of pleasure. He paused, and picked up something, then yanked firmly on her ponytail to sit her up. She opened wide to accept the rubber ball gag He was pushing against her lips. He pulled the straps tight, gently pushed her back toward the floor, and resumed tracing her skin with the crop. Her pussy was practically pulsating with desire. It wanted to be touched, stroked, penetrated. He knew it and took great pleasure in not indulging it, content for the moment to just watch it swell with desire.

He began to lightly tap her thighs and ass with his crop, gradually increasing pace and pressure. She squealed, and squirmed at the steady stream of painful pleasure. When her ass was a delightful pink and warm to the touch, he stopped spanking, lubed up his finger and began to play with her asshole. Still dazed from the spanking, she sank into the sensation of his fingers in her ass and sighed. He slowly worked the butt plug into her ass, pumped it up until it filled her completely, then knelt behind her and stuck his rock hard cock straight into her pussy. Juices oozed out as he began to fuck her with steady, firm thrusts from behind. She moaned, first with contentment, then with increasing excitement as the sensations built up.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked. Gag filling her mouth, she nodded. She wanted to cum very much. “Then ask me,” he taunted, spanking her right cheek for emphasis.

‘May I please cum, Sir?’ she attempted, feeling her face flush as she heard the muffled words.

“Pardon?” he teased.

‘Oooh, may I please cum, Sir? Please!’ she tried again, frustrated, and slightly afraid she actually would cum before He gave permission.

“Yes, good girl, cum for me” he cooed. Between the plug filling her ass, and the steady pounding of His cock deep inside her pussy, it took no time at all for her to plunge over the edge. She could feel her insides contracting as every nerve ending tingled with delight. He gave one final thrust, then held her body tight against His allowing her to slowly and blissfully descend from her high. Without a word, he guided her body to kneeling, and backed her up until her back was flush with the end of his bed and her legs were hidden underneath the frame. He took her right arm, and lifted it toward the right bed post, attaching it to the restraint. As he moved to do the same with the left arm, she looked up at him and through the gag, murmured, ‘thank you Sir’. He finished securing her left arm, pulled both arm restraints tight, kissed her on the nose and said, “Good girl” before removing the ball gag. She beamed.

He moved on to securing her legs, pulling them as wide as possible before attaching them to the legs of the bed. The wider he pulled, the wetter she became; her pussy, still tingling from its recent orgasm was on display, she was completely exposed and completely at his mercy. Ever the gentleman, He fed her a sip of water before removing an ice cube from the same glass and running it up and down her body. Again she squealed, unable to escape as the cold, wet cube lingered on each nipple, then ended up shoved deep into her pussy.

He knelt in front of her, close enough that she could smell the sweet, clean scent of His skin, but He didn’t touch her. He inched closer until she could feel the heat radiating off His skin, but still He didn’t touch her. She couldn’t stand having Him that close without feeling him caress her body, so she leaned her head forward to kiss Him. He returned her advance with passion, while reaching down to finger her clit.

The kissing and fingering stopped without warning - he really knew how to keep her on her toes (or knees!). He stood up, grabbed his crop and caressed her skin with its cool, smooth tip before smacking her left breast, just above the nipple. It stung and she braced herself for the next one, which caught her in the exact same place. She continued to fight the next few blows, tensing and trying to anticipate where they would land, but as the rhythm steadied, she let go and gave herself over to the sensations and ended up floating mindlessly through subspace. Gradually the flogging slowed, then stopped. He let her catch her breath, and come back to the present before offering her another sip of water.

Using some pillows to create extra height, he propped the magic wand against her slippery, wet pussy, and turned it on. She let out a low moan of pleasure, overwhelmed by the intense vibrations. This was heaven. He stood in front of her, letting his cock run across her lips. Her hands and legs were still tied to the bed frame so she opened her mouth wide, eager to taste it…