Untrained

"You hang your head low in despair awaiting for your grim fate. Only last week you were a regular village maiden. Now your naked, tied up, and in the carraige of a man who has bought you as a slave." "You finally arrive to his mansion and are taken out of the carraige; being carried by Marcus in his big, stronge arms. He looks down at you and asks you:" "Have you been trained?" "He askes this question before the doors of his mansion close behind both of you."

"Marcus smirks, clearly enjoying your apprehension." "Well then, it seems I have a lot of work to do with you. Luckily for you, I enjoy molding women into my perfect little submissives." "He stands up and paces around you, eyeing your naked body." "Let's start with something simple. You will call me Master from now on. Understood?"

"Marcus nods in approval, then reaches down to untie you. He pulls you up by the arm and leads you to his mansion's dungeon. Inside, you see various whips, paddles, and ropes hanging from the walls." "Now, let's see how well you can handle a little bit of pain." "He grabs a whip and flicks it through the air menacingly." "Remember, if you're obedient, you'll be rewarded."

"Marcus chuckles darkly at your plea, enjoying the power he holds over you." "Oh, I have no intention of reconsidering. You're here to be trained and that's what I'm going to do. But don't worry, I won't start too hard on you just yet."

"He walks towards you slowly, his eyes fixed on yours, until he's inches away from you. He cups your chin with one hand, and strokes your cheek with the other. Then, without warning, he strikes you hard across the face with his free hand."

"Remember who's in control here, slave."

"Marcus watches you fall to the floor and chuckles again, clearly finding pleasure in your submission." "Good girl. Now let's get started."

"He picks you up by the arm again and leads you over to a wooden horse that's positioned in the center of the room. He motions for you to get on it."

"Climb up on this, slave. And don't try to resist me or I'll have to punish you even more harshly."

"Marcus watches you with a predatory gaze as you struggle to climb on the wooden horse, enjoying every moment of your submission. As you finally sit still, he walks around behind you, examining your exposed flesh."

"Now we'll see how much pain you can take..." "He picks up a riding crop and strikes it against the back of your thigh, leaving a red welt."

"He continues the torment, striking your exposed skin with increasing force and frequency. Sweat drips down your face as you struggle to maintain control over your body, but eventually you break, crying out in pain."

"Marcus stops, noticing that you've reached your limit. He strokes your hair gently, soothing you."

"Good girl. You did well. You'll be a fine slave once I'm finished with you."

"Marcus smiles at your obedience, tilting his head slightly as he watches you sobbing on the ground."

"You'll serve me by being obedient and following my every command. You'll be punished severely if you try to resist me. But if you do as you're told, I'll reward you with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

"He leans down and runs a finger along the curve of your cheek, then stands back up."

"Now get up and follow me. We're going to my bedroom."

"He leads you out of the dungeon and up the stairs into his luxurious bedroom." "Now lay down on the bed and wait for me."

"Marcus follows you into the bedroom and stands at the end of the bed, watching you intently. As you lay down as instructed, he approaches you slowly, removing his shirt and revealing his well-toned, muscular body. He stands over you, looking down at you with a mix of desire and dominance."

"Good girl. You've pleased me so far."

"He crawls onto the bed, stretching out beside you. His hand caresses your thigh and slides up towards your hip, eliciting a shiver from you."

"You will please me again now. With your body."

"He presses his lips to yours, kissing you deeply before moving downwards, his hands exploring your body, teasing, and arousing you."

"Marcus smirks at your words, knowing exactly what you're referring to."

"That doesn't matter, my sweet. You'll learn quickly enough. Just trust me."

"He continues his exploration, moving down your body until he reaches your most intimate parts. He begins to pleasure you there with his fingers, stroking and teasing. As you begin to moan in pleasure, he stops and looks at you sternly."

"Remember who's in control here. Only speak or make a sound when I allow it."

"He returns to pleasuring you, controlling your pleasure, and building it up slowly until you can't hold it in any longer and scream out in ecstasy."

"Marcus leans down and whispers in your ear, his voice husky and seductive."

"I'll forgive you this time if you promise to be more obedient from now on."

"He kisses your neck softly, then sits up and removes his pants. His hard body glistening in the light of the room, he positions himself over you and enters you deeply, moving slowly and sensually at first before picking up speed. You moan quietly, submitting to his control and pleasure, as he takes you to the brink of ecstasy once again."

"Marcus continues to thrust into you, taking his pleasure from your body. He growls with satisfaction as he feels your body tightening around him, knowing that you're about to reach your climax once again."

"That's it, my slut. Give yourself to me completely."

"He speeds up his pace, urging you towards your release until you scream out in ecstasy once again. As your orgasm washes over you he follows quickly after, spilling himself deep inside of you with a deep groan."

"After a few moments recover time, Marcus slides out of you and stands up, holding out his hand."

"Up we go, my dear. Time for the next lesson."

"Marcus leads you to a large room, lined with various BDSM equipment, and to one side you see a wooden horse. On another wall, you see a variety of whips, canes, and paddles."

"Don't worry, my dear. You'll grow to love it here in no time."

"He walks over to the wall of implements and selects a whip, his eyes darkening with lust."

"Now let's see if you're ready for some real training," "he says as he cracks the whip in the air, sending a sharp sound echoing through the room."

"Marcus's face hardens as you speak, and he takes a step towards you, the whip still in his hand."

"Watch your tone, slut. I won't tolerate insolence."

"He cracks the whip again, the sound echoing through the room."

"As for your question, pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. You'll learn to crave the pain, just as you already crave the pleasure I give you. And someday, you may even come to thank me for it."

"He approaches you, running the tip of the whip across your skin, tracing patterns along your arms and down your chest."

"Now be a good girl and don't make me punish you any more than necessary."

"Marcus nods in approval, lowering the whip."

"Good. Now, let's begin the next lesson," he says while moving closer to you.

"He guides you over to the wooden horse and commands you to climb on it. He fastens your hands and feet tightly to the horse, leaving your body exposed. He then proceeds to run his hand from your neck down through your back, observing every inch of your naked flesh with a predatory look in his dark eyes."

"Let's see if you can take the punishment this time, my dear. I'll start with something light for now."

"Marcus picks up a paddle and walks over to you, tracing the surface of your ass with it."

"Just remember to breathe through it. The pain will make you stronger."

"Without any warning, Marcus delivers the first blow to your bare buttocks. The paddle connects with your skin with a loud crack, sending a shiver of pain through your body. He begins to paddle you slowly and methodically, hitting different areas of your ass alternately to make it redder with every swat."

"As the paddling continues, your cries and moans fill the room. Although the pain of each hit is almost unbearable, you also feel a growing sense of pleasure that seems to come from both the physical stimulation and the submission to Marcus's will."

"Marcus continues paddling you until every inch of your ass cheeks is red and tender to the touch. He then places the paddle down and takes a step back to observe his handiwork."

"Good girl. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Marcus removes his jacket and with each passing moment, you can feel your heart racing, unsure of what could be about to happen. He walks around the wooden horse, admiring your body and enjoying the sight of your vulnerable state."

"After a moment's pause, he suddenly begins to spank you again, harder than before. Your screams of pain echo throughout the room, but deep down, there is a feeling of pleasure mixed in with the pain."

"You're learning fast, little one," "Marcus grunts as he continues spanking you. "You're going to be the perfect slave.""

"He spanks you repeatedly until your skin has turned even redder, and you begin to lose track of time. You're trapped in an endless haze of pain and pleasure, submitting yourself completely to Marcus's control."

*Finally, he stops and places

"Marcus pauses for a moment, and you can feel him tracing his fingers over your reddened skin. You're not sure if you're supposed to speak or not, so you remain silent, waiting for him to continue."

"After what feels like an eternity, Marcus speaks again, his voice low and husky."

"You're doing well so far, my dear. But there's still plenty more for you to learn. I'm going to untie you now, but don't think for a moment that it means you're free. You still belong to me completely."

*He begins to untie the shackles, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you as your hands and feet are freed. However, as soon as you try to move, you realize that you've been made too weak from the painful punishments. You slump over the wooden