Adult erotic fiction: every character in this story is over 18. The session takes place within desires, limits and consent agreed in advance; real BDSM always requires communication, a safeword and the freedom to withdraw consent at any time.
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My new female slave – a very special kind of training
Today is the day. My new female submissive is coming to me for her first session, and I have been looking forward to it. She captivated me at our first meeting: full-figured, wonderfully responsive, naturally submissive and yet possessed of a compelling personality.
Over coffee, we spoke openly about our desires, limits and expectations. Then we arranged today’s session at my small private studio. Everything is already prepared for her.
I let my gaze travel once more around the basement studio. Many visitors are surprised by how bright it is: pale flooring, light walls and a matching ceiling, all carefully illuminated. After all, I want to see exactly what I am doing. Against that backdrop, the BDSM furniture stands out even more, especially the floor-standing pillory in the centre of the room.
There is also a BDSM examination chair for very particular kinds of play. Toys line the walls: cupboards and shelves, hooks and ropes, everything in its place and ready to hand. The room is at the perfect temperature, warm enough that my submissive will not feel cold. It is time to go back upstairs.
The session begins
My young submissive stands before me. I greet her warmly and we have a quiet drink together. Her lack of experience is obvious; she is nervous. That does not unsettle me. I take the lead and walk downstairs with her.
We do not enter the studio yet, but the adjoining bathroom. In a few words, I explain that she can shower there in peace. I point to the clothes I have laid out for her. Her eyes widen when she sees the deep-red lingerie. I took care when choosing it, and the room is pleasantly warm.
The underfloor heating is running high so that she can feel completely comfortable. I am curious too, because I have not yet seen her naked. There will be time enough for that during her training. I tell her where to come after the shower, remind her once more of the safeword we agreed, then leave her alone.
Training the young submissive
I wait in the studio with everything prepared. I hear how long the shower runs and the moment the water stops. I picture her drying herself carefully, then taking her time to put on the unfamiliar clothes.
My pulse begins to quicken as well. I am curious to discover how far I can take her. A newcomer always requires sensitivity. There is a knock at the door. I swallow, clear my throat and open it. She is standing there, her body beautifully framed by the lingerie.
Her dark hair falls across her face and her eyes remain lowered. Very good. “Follow me,” I order curtly as I walk ahead. Her footsteps sound behind me. I stop and turn; she stops too, but looks directly into my face. I would not let an experienced submissive get away with that mistake.
Today, however, I am merciful. “Keep your eyes on the floor unless I address you, slave,” I command. She lowers her gaze immediately. I circle her and study her body for the first time: generously proportioned, feminine and inviting to the touch.
I like my submissives to have something I can hold. Only dogs play with bones. She does not know what to do with her hands and crosses them protectively in front of her crotch. I correct the pose with a firm grip and place her hands at her sides.
I slide my foot between hers and ease them apart until they are shoulder-width. Now I can enjoy the view properly. It is time for her to understand that, for the duration of our agreed session, she has placed her body under my control.
She learns surprisingly quickly
I go to one of the cupboards along the wall, where the most important implements are already waiting. I know that pain is not a particular interest of my new submissive, so the whips and riding crops will remain in the cupboard today.
For this session, we will concentrate on humiliation and control. I step behind her. The leather collar is not too wide and feels pleasantly soft. I fasten it around her neck from behind. She flinches for a moment, but lets me continue.
I feel her tense when I draw the blindfold over her eyes. It takes a great deal of trust, and without trust I cannot train a submissive. She accepts this too. I bring my mouth close to her ear. “You are mine now, slave,” I whisper firmly.
Goosebumps ripple across her skin, and not because of the temperature. With a firm hand on her shoulder, I guide her forward. One of my favourite pieces of furniture stands at the side of the room: a floor pillory of dark steel and leather. I carefully bring her into position.
In short, clear instructions, I tell her where to place her arms and legs. She is now kneeling at the pillory. Her body looks tempting in the lingerie, and her full bottom beneath the thin fabric draws my attention most of all. First, however, I have work to do.
Bound and at my mercy
I secure my submissive’s legs to the pillory, but leave her hands free for today so that she retains a sense of control. She is tense. The position is unfamiliar, and she does not know what will happen next. It is time to change that. I bring my palm down sharply on her bottom. She moans. A good sign.
“You looked at me earlier without permission,” I say. “Now you may choose: would you like ten slaps on your bottom, or shall I decide on your punishment?” She thinks for a long moment. “My lord? Please choose the punishment for me.” I am delighted. She really has learned.
Her voice is deliciously small, soft and submissive. I do not need long to decide. I remove my trousers and stand in front of her. She cannot see me. I take a handful of her thick hair from above. She startles and a sharp cry escapes her as I lift her head. I ask briefly for her safeword once more. She gives the correct answer, confirming that she is clear and present. She opens her mouth to catch her breath, and I press my cock between her parted lips.
It takes her only a moment to understand what I expect, and she begins to pleasure me with her mouth and tongue. She does it very well—almost too well. I have to be careful not to let the scene end too quickly.
The finale begins
I must have been playing with my submissive for nearly an hour, using candle wax and a pinwheel on her body. I have deliberately avoided her crotch the entire time, and she is still dressed. That is about to change. First, I wheel over the sex machine I bought for moments like this.
Then I step behind her and, for the first time, cup her directly between the legs. She moans loudly. The lingerie is completely soaked, as though she had come during the last part of the lesson. My patience is at an end. I pick up a pair of scissors and let the cool metal glide gently over her skin. She freezes.
With short, deliberate movements, I cut the fabric away from her body. At last I can see her sex before me, full lips glistening with moisture. I accept the invitation and slide two fingers between the pulsing folds from behind. She is so wet that they move all the way inside without resistance.
She arches, moans, gasps and trembles. I withdraw my fingers and position the sex machine with its medium-sized dildo. I guide it forward slowly until it rests exactly between her lips, then switch the machine on—gently at first, so I can set the depth, and then faster. By now she is whimpering.
I know both her greatest fear and her deepest curiosity; we discussed them beforehand. I fetch the jar of lubricant, spread it over my cock and coat one finger. While the machine brings my submissive closer and closer to climax, I place the slick finger against her anal entrance and slowly press inside.
She cries out with pleasure and seems barely to notice my finger. I take the opportunity to replace it with my hard cock, proceeding carefully. At first I apply only steady pressure at the entrance and feel her twitch beneath me.
Her orgasm draws closer. Suddenly she opens for me and I slide inside. I can feel the dildo moving in her pussy while I remain almost still within her. The ring of muscle around my cock contracts again and again through her climax, drawing me to my own release.
For her first day of training, she has achieved a great deal.
Aftercare after the BDSM session
When the machine falls silent and I release her from the position, she remains completely still for a moment. I remove her blindfold, loosen the collar and hand her some water. Her skin is warm, her breathing slow, and her gaze still soft and dazed.
I wrap a blanket around her and give her time to return to the moment. Then we talk briefly about the session: what aroused her, what surprised her and where I should go more slowly next time. This kind of aftercare is what turns dominance from a mere play of power into an experience built on trust.
Fantasy and reality: the language of ownership and submission in this story belongs to a consensual role-play between adults. In real life, every practice requires explicit consent, agreed limits, ongoing communication, safer-sex and hygiene precautions, a respected safeword and appropriate aftercare.
Frequently asked questions about this BDSM story
Is “My New Female Slave” fiction for adults?
Yes. It is an erotic fictional story intended exclusively for readers aged 18 and over.
Does the story describe a real BDSM instruction?
No. The narrative is fantasy, not a practical guide. Real BDSM requires voluntary consent, negotiation, limits, stop signals and aftercare.
Which BDSM roles appear in this story?
The narrator takes the male dominant role, while an adult female submissive voluntarily surrenders control within agreed boundaries.
Are the characters adults and consenting?
Yes. The framing makes clear that the characters are adults and that their role-play is based on prior agreement.
Can scenes from the story be copied in real life?
Not without separate discussion, risk awareness and explicit agreement. Fictional intensity never replaces real-world safety.
Where can I find more erotic BDSM stories?
The Steeltoyz collection of erotic BDSM stories contains further adult fiction about consensual roles, fantasies and power exchange.
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