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Chapter seven

Submission Training

K aelis Monroe stood in the lobby of Damian Blackthorn’s penthouse building, her nerves fluttering as the elevator doors slid open. Damian stood beside her, his calm, commanding presence reassuring as he guided her into the lift. “You’ll like it,” he said softly, his tone low and inviting. “It’s a space designed for comfort, privacy, and exploration.” Kaelis nodded, swallowing her anxiety as the elevator began its smooth ascent.

When the doors opened, Kaelis stepped into the penthouse, her eyes widening at the sight. The space was sleek and modern, but it exuded warmth with its soft lighting, plush furniture, and subtle touches of luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, and the faint hum of classical music played in the background. “Make yourself at home,” Damian said, steadying his hand on her lower back as he led her toward the sitting area.

Kaelis settled into the oversized armchair he gestured to, her hands nervously resting on her lap. Damian returned with two glasses of wine, handing one to her as he sank into the chair opposite hers. “Today, we begin your training,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Remember, this is about your comfort and growth.”

She nodded.

“The foundation of what we do is rooted in discipline, trust, and communication,” Damian continued. “It’s important that you understand every step before we proceed.”

Kaelis nodded again, her hands resting tensely in her lap.

“I’ll start by showing you some basic positions,” he explained, “designed to help you focus and connect with the experience.”

Standing, Damian demonstrated the first position, a simple kneel with her back straight and hands resting on her thighs. “This is called the rest position,” he said. “It’s not about submission—it’s about centering yourself.” He encouraged Kaelis to try it, gently adjusting her posture with a touch to her shoulders and a guiding hand at her back. “Good,” he murmured, his approval sending a flicker of warmth through her.

As Kaelis practiced, Damian explained the significance of obedience exercises. “These aren’t about control for control’s sake,” he said, pacing slowly around her. “They’re about trust. You trust me to guide you, and I trust you to communicate when something doesn’t feel right.” His voice was calm and measured, each word reinforcing her growing confidence. Kaelis shifted slightly, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of kneeling for an extended period.

After a few minutes, Damian had her transition into another position, this time with her hands behind her back and her head slightly bowed. “This is a listening position,” he said. “It encourages focus and mindfulness.” Kaelis followed his instructions, her breathing slowing as she sank into the stillness. The posture felt strange at first, but Damian’s patient guidance eased her discomfort. He crouched beside her, his voice low. “You’re doing well,” he said. “Let me know if anything feels wrong.”

They moved on to obedience exercises, starting with simple commands. Damian instructed her to rise, kneel, and hold her posture, each action flowing into the next. He praised her efforts but also corrected her form when needed, his tone firm but never harsh. “Obedience isn’t about perfection,” he explained. “It’s about the willingness to try, even when it feels challenging.” Kaelis felt a flicker of pride each time she succeeded, her confidence growing with every step.

When Damian introduced control play, Kaelis hesitated, unsure of what to expect. Sensing her apprehension, he sat her down and explained the process in detail. “Control play is about trust,” he said. “I’ll guide you through simple scenarios where you relinquish small decisions to me. If at any point you’re uncomfortable, use your safe word.” Kaelis nodded, her heart racing as she agreed to proceed. Damian started slowly, asking her to close her eyes and follow his voice.

Damian unbuttons Kaelis’s shirt slowly, his knuckles grazing her stomach softly. He pushes the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her in just her black lace bra. He murmurs approval, his voice huskier than before.

“So, are you still not comfortable with penetration?” Damian asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Kaelis nodded slightly, her eyes downcast.

He watched her closely. “You know my dick is practically begging to be inside you,” he half-joked, making her giggle softly. “But I respect your boundaries completely,” Damian continued, his expression turning serious. “I won’t push it. Not until you’re 100% ready and ask for it.” He reached out, tilting her chin up with a gentle finger. “Your comfort and safety are my top priorities, always.”

Kaelis blushed deeply at Damian’s words, her heart fluttering. “We… we can try the blow job,” she murmured, licking her lips unconsciously. Damian’s heart rate picked up, his dick twitching at the thought of fucking her sweet mouth.

“Alright, sweet girl,” Damian growled, unhooking his belt. He slowly unzipped his pants, allowing his thick, erect dick to spring out. She had already seen it, but her eyes still widened at the sight, her little mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’ “First, touch it.” Her hand tentatively moved closer, and soon, she realized she had no clue what to do.

“Put your tiny hand around it,” Damian ordered, his voice low and commanding. Kaelis softly wrapped her small hand around his thick, veined length. He was so much bigger than she had imagined. “Now, spit on it,” he demanded, his eyes locked on hers.

Kaelis leaned down and spit on Damian’s cock, massaging it and spreading her saliva with her tiny hand. The moment her hand touched his skin, Damian’s cock throbbed, growing even harder. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now suck it.” Placing his hand over her head, he guided her closer.

Kaelis hesitated for a moment, looking up at Damian with wide, trusting eyes. She tentatively leaned forward and parted her lips, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Damian inhaled sharply, feeling her wet tongue swirl around the sensitive crown. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

Her mind raced with the new, overwhelming taste. She swallowed uncertainly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and intrigue. “That’s it, baby.” Her tongue curled and rolled around his dick, first slowly, then decisively, as she picked up on what made him moan. “God, that mouth…” Damian whispered, his hand gently guiding her head as she slowly took more of him. “Use your hand at the base,” he instructed, his voice strained with lust. Her small hand barely wrapped around his thickness. “Look up at me while you suck it,” he demanded.

Kaelis whimpered around his dick, taking him deeper. Her eyes watered as she looked up at Damian, his dark eyes burning with lust. He watched his dick slide past her full lips, his mind filled with dirty thoughts. “Touch your tits,” he growled suddenly. She squeezed and caressed her breasts with her free hand while holding his dick on the other. “Good girl, so obedient,” Damian praised. The sight of her sucking his dick while playing with her tits pushed him closer to the edge. He started to gently thrust his hips, fucking her mouth slowly. “Choke on it,” Damian ordered, his hips bucking forward as he hit the back of her throat. Kaelis gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down her face as she tried to take more of him. He wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her head down further. “That’s it, drown in my dick,” Damian rasped, his other hand squeezing her jaw. He could feel her desperation to breathe as she struggled to accept his immense size. His balls tightened, ready to unload. “Open your throat, little slut,” he demanded.

Kaelis felt Damian’s hot cum shooting down her throat, his dick pulsing with each release. She swallowed desperately, trying to keep up with the flow. As the last drop landed, Damian pulled her off, his dick slipping from her mouth with a wet pop.

“Clean it,” Damian demanded, his voice thick with post-orgasmic lust. Kaelis immediately began to lick and suck on his softening cock, cleaning him meticulously. Damian ran his fingers through Kaelis’s hair as she tentatively licked his semi-erect length clean, cooing softly to encourage her. As she finally swallowed the last salty droplet, he pulled her into his lap, nuzzling her face into his chest.

For several minutes they stayed like that, in pleasant quiet except for their uneven breaths; before Damian ordered her to go back to sucking fast and deep, watching her as his cock stirred back to life. “Fuck, you’re a natural at this,” Damian praised, his hand roughly pushing her head down. “Suck it hard, little whore. Make it hard again with that pretty mouth.”

He looked down at her, loving the way she eagerly complied with his degrading orders.

Soon Kaelis had Damian’s dick rock hard again. He pulled her off with a wet sound, proud of her skills. “Such a good, little dick-sucker,” he smiled wickedly. “Now, open your legs. I want to see how wet you are,” he said, yet shoved Kaelis’s legs apart himself with impatience, exposing her dripping pussy. “Holy shit, look at that,” he murmured, slipping a finger between her folds. Kaelis moaned loudly, her hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re fucking soaked.”

Damian quickly bent down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. Kaelis moaned around his cock again, her mouth growing more enthusiastic. He used his wet finger to lubricate her clit, working it harder and faster, knowing how much she enjoyed the degrading pleasure. “Fuck, take it deeper, you filthy cocksucker,” Damian growled, gripping her hair tighter. His other hand relentlessly rubbed her clit, pushing her towards orgasm. “Gonna make this slut cum while choking on dick,” he muttered, thrusting brutally into her throat. “Just like that, fucking gag on it,” he cursed, feeling Kaelis’s throat contract around him as he rubbed her clit harder, faster. Her moans vibrated deliciously along his shaft. Suddenly, he pinched her clit sharply, sending her tumbling into a powerful orgasm.

Kaelis’s body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her. She moaned around Damian’s cock loud and desperate. He could feel her throat pulsing, her saliva pouring around the base of his cock. “Swallow that fucking orgasm like a good little tramp,” he ordered, pumping his hips roughly. “Holy shit, I can feel you throbbing,” he groaned, realizing he was close again thanks to her exquisite throat work. He pulled out abruptly, stroking himself with tight, hurried movements as he aimed his cock at her face. “Open your whore mouth,” he demanded urgently.

“Catch my load, you dirty slut,” Damian hissed, his hot seed spurting out and hitting Kaelis square in the face. He watched in dark lust as his semen covered her cheeks, chin, and hair. She stuck her tongue out to catch some drops, making him groan loudly. Then, he watched in shock as Kaelis licked her lips, swallowing his seed hungrily. He suddenly pulled her up, capturing her mouth in a deep, unexpected kiss. He found himself tasting his own release mixed with her saliva. Then he pulled back slightly. “You… you didn’t mind all that?”

“…Actually, I fucking loved it,” Kaelis smirked, running a finger to collect some of his semen from her cheek before sucking it clean. “Nothing gets me hotter than a vicious, degrading fuck like that,” she purred, nipping at his lower lip playfully.

Damian’s face broke into a wide, genuine smile for the first time that night. The way she embraced her own desires - dirty, raw, and open - made something inside him ache with attraction. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered, kissing her deeply again, more gently this time.

Next, Damian introduced her to the concept of sensual spanking. He took his time explaining the tools and techniques he would use, ensuring she understood every detail. “This isn’t about punishment,” he said, holding up a leather paddle. “It’s about sensation and control. You’ll tell me how it feels, and we’ll adjust as needed.”

Kaelis nodded, her curiosity outweighing her nerves.

She started by lying across a padded bench, her body tense with anticipation. Damian placed a comforting hand on her lower back, his touch grounding. “Relax,” he murmured. “We’ll start slow.”

The first strike was light, barely more than a tap, and Kaelis barely reacted. Damian paused, asking, “How does that feel?” Kaelis exhaled slowly. “It’s fine,” she said, her voice steady.

Damian nodded, pleased with her response. He trailed his fingers along her spine, soothing her tense muscles. The next strike was slightly firmer, the leather paddle connecting with her bottom with a soft thwack. Kaelis inhaled sharply, her hands gripping the edges of the bench.

“Breathe through it, baby,” Damian instructed gently, his other hand caressing her hair. He continued the slow, methodical spanking; each strikes a little harder than the last. Kaelis’s bottom started to turn a light pink, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Your ass is getting so red and pretty for me,” Damian growled, his voice thick with desire as he admired the rosy hue spreading across Kaelis’s bottom. His own arousal grew, his pants becoming increasingly tight. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “…Feel how hard you’re making me?” he rasped, grinding slightly against her thighs. “Gonna fuck this pretty, punished ass soon…” His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her hips, leaving crescent-shaped indentations as he positioned her just right.

Damian raised the paddle, bringing it down firmly on both of Kaelis’s cheeks simultaneously. The sharp smack echoed through the room, and she let out a low moan, her body shifting slightly under his grip. He repeated the motion, alternating between hard strikes and softer ones to keep her guessing.

“Look at this red, hot bottom,” Damian muttered, lust-filled. “Spread your thighs wider, baby. Let me see if I’m spanking your pussy lips too.” He brought the paddle down harder, ensuring the impact reached her lower cheeks, almost hitting her core with each smack.

Damian landed one final hard smack on each cheek, making Kaelis cry out softly. He tossed the paddle aside and ran his hands possessively over her red, heated skin. “Goddamn,” he muttered, “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

As the session progressed, Damian increased the intensity gradually, watching her closely for any signs of discomfort. But Kaelis kept going, her body tingling with a mix of sensation and exhilaration. The rhythm of the strikes became almost meditative, and by the time Damian stopped, she felt a surprising sense of release.

After the spanking session, Damian helped Kaelis sit up, handing her a glass of water and wrapping a warm blanket around her shoulders.

“How do you feel?” he asked, crouching beside her.

Kaelis took a sip of the water, her lips curving into a small smile. “Better than I thought I would,” she admitted.

Damian’s smile was soft but genuine. “You did well,” he said, his pride evident.