Susan Wilde stood in front of her full-length mirror and looked at the reflection in awe. The woman staring back was not a respectable widowed mother. With the red markings on her most intimate places staring back at her, she realized she had crossed over a major line here, into a world in which she was way over her head. But as her fingers inspected the marks left behind by the crop, she felt her body tingle with desire.

She should feel embarrassed and ashamed. Devon had been one of her daughter’s friends growing up. Now, he was an accomplished Master and training her to be a submissive slut. This whole situation had been so far off her radar that if someone had suggested this opportunity would come along, she’d have thought it preposterous. But she couldn’t deny that she wanted more. If only she could finger her needy little pussy right now. But she’d been forbidden to touch herself.

She checked the clock and figured going to bed was her best option. Still, sleep escaped her for some time. She kept reliving the whipping over in her head and was confused at why it made her so wet.

For the next week, she showed up for her training and discovered that she not only enjoyed the impact play, but she craved it enough to beg for more.

“Such a delight you are, slut,” Devon said when she begged him to use the flogger on her tits. “You see what you do to me?”

The bulge in his pants had become painfully obvious. Susan wondered if he meant to finally use her for sex. Up until now, there’d been no penetration of any kind. He’d simply gotten her used to being spanked and whipped for her Master’s pleasure. She felt herself blush when she realized that she was also deriving quite a bit of pleasure, as the feeling of leather striking her body caused undeniable arousal.

“You’re such a naughty girl, slut,” he continued. “You want my cock, don’t you? I’d planned to wait till next week for this next part. But you’re such a quick study, and I think we can move to the next phase.”

He removed her from the cross and said, “Get down on your knees, slut, and open your mouth.”

Susan obeyed without hesitation. Devon smiled; it wouldn’t take long to have her trained. She was so naturally submissive.

Normally, he would have just kept his clothes on and whipped out his dick. But for some reason, he felt compelled to undress. He wanted to enjoy what he anticipated would be a spectacular blow job. For effect, he did leave his boxers on. It helped him feel like he was still in charge.

He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and he guided his cock into her willing mouth with the other.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned. “Just as I suspected. I would hazard a guess that slutty Susie Simon was a champion cocksucker, am I right?”

Susan nodded while she slurped at the rigid shaft, thrusting in and out of her mouth. God, it felt so good to have a dick in her mouth. It had been so damned long!

“Go ahead, slut, show me how you like to give head,” he said, giving her permission to use her hands.

And use them, she did, as she cupped and fondled his balls like no one else ever had. He’d have to be careful not to cum too soon.

Her tongue was doing decadent things to the tip of his cock. She teased him, taking her time until she took his full length into her talented mouth. Slow, deliberate moves had Devon moaning. She grasped the base of his cock and, using her saliva for lubricant, slid a single finger into his ass. He felt his need grow stronger and knew that he wouldn’t last long.

He placed both hands on her head now, and he pushed his rod against the back of her mouth. Without even having to be told, she relaxed her throat, and he felt himself slide into it until his sac was resting on her chin.

“Fuck!” he shouted. Unable to hold back anymore, he grabbed on tight and rammed his cock in and out of her throat. “That’s right, slut, take my cock deep!”

His balls tightened, and he exploded, his cum running down her throat. She swallowed every drop, and then she looked up at him and smiled.

Any irritation he felt at his own lack of control melted away as he looked down at her smiling face. “That, my dear, was a truly spectacular blow job. I can see you need no additional training there.”

Susan beamed. Then she was shocked when he slapped her face.

“A proper submissive does not make eye contact with her Master unless he tells her to. So, let’s work on that starting tomorrow, shall we?” he chided.

She nodded and lowered her gaze.

“That’s all for today, slut. You may put on your coat and leave,” he said dismissively. However, as she turned to go, he added, “But since you did such a good job today, you may masturbate when you get home.”

She started to thank him and realized she wasn’t sure if she should speak or just nod. So, she kept her eyes down, smiled, and nodded vigorously.

Devon smiled, “You’re welcome.”

After she was gone, Devon emailed several men who had expressed early interest in Susan.

The training of my newest slut is going quite well. She can handle a variety of implements during impact play, and her fellatio skills are top-notch. I will continue to keep you abreast of her progress.

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At home, Susan poured herself a large glass of wine and shrugged off her coat. She let her fingers wander down between her legs and discovered she was dripping. She ached for release, but she didn’t want to rush it. Normally, she would grab a vibrator, climb under the covers, and masturbate quietly in the dark. But with her daughter married now and out of the house, she saw no need to be secretive about pleasuring herself.

She placed a chair in front of her full-length mirror, laid a towel on it, and spread her legs open wide. She watched intently at her reflection as fingers played among wet, pink folds until they disappeared inside her. Devon had forbidden her to touch herself since her training had started, so it felt decadent to play with her pussy. She alternated rubbing and flicking her swollen nub. She wondered what it would be like to feel the bite of the Master’s whip on her tender labia and clit. So far, he’d only put marks on her bare mound.

Suddenly she had an idea. She got up and started up her laptop. While it was loading, she went to her nightstand drawer and took out a vibrator that she affectionately referred to as her magic wand.

Susan sat down again, resting each leg over the arms of the chair. She used a private browser to search for pussy whipping videos. She found one with a brunette and clicked on play. She watched for a few moments as a man used a flogger on the woman’s exposed cunt, striking it again and again.

It looked painful, but the woman on the screen was moaning and writhing, clearly enjoying herself. Susan grabbed her magic wand and turned it to the highest setting. Then she pressed it against her clit and envisioned her own swollen pussy being brutalized like the woman in the video. It made her so fucking hot!

God, this felt so good! Panting and writhing, she edged herself as long as she could. Eventually, she needed to come so desperately that she pinched her left nipple tersely, pushing her over the edge.

Her orgasm was so intense that she squirted far enough to splash the mirror. Normally, she would turn off the vibrator at this point and allow herself to revel in the afterglow. But this time, she held the magic wand firmly in place and forced herself to cum again and again until she was out of breath and could take no more.

She dropped the wand on the floor and slid out of the chair to join it. She lay there, collapsed like a limp rag, and sobbed.

It had been a long time since she’d let go like that. Too long, she realized. She knew tonight she would have no trouble falling asleep. Between the training with Devon, and her intense masturbation session, Susan felt relaxed and exhausted.

As she was getting ready for bed, she heard her phone chime.

Did you cum for me, slut?

Her hands were a little shaky still as she replied.

Yes, Sir.

He responded quickly.

Once? Or more than once?

She blushed.

I forced myself to cum over and over until I couldn’t take any more.

She waited several minutes before he answered her.

You’re such a good girl. I’m going to reward you tomorrow.

Susan shivered with anticipation. She’d never felt so alive.