Punished Slut Learns to Submit to Brutal BDSM Training and Pleasure

A young womans obedience is tested through brutal BDSM training, forcing her to confront her darkest desires and submit to her masters every command

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Punished Slut Learns to Submit to Brutal BDSM Training and Pleasure I had been serving my master for about a week. One day when I accidentally disobey him, he tells me that I am going to learn what it is like to be punished, to be completely submissive, and the rules as his property. I both loved and feared the idea. I had no idea what he had in store, but remembering his past, I knew it would definitely be brutal. “Come with me, you slut,” he says threateningly in a way that turns me on. "Yes master." Wordlessly, I follow my master down the hallway, down some steps, and into his Secret basement/chamber. Before I belonged to master, he used this room as a torture chamber. It still has the same equipment in it, the knives, probes, a chainsaw-looking contraption, and a few other torure devices and machines I dont recognize at all... which both fascinates and terrifies me. “Get on the table,” He orders, motioning to a kind of black, metal examining table with restraints. I quickly climb up on the table and lay on my back. He restrains my arms and...and soon I am helpless and completely at his mercy which I doubt exists. He disappears out of my peripherals and I begin to get anxious and nervous. I feel a hand place a ball gag in my mouth and secure it behind my head. I don't think much of it until I look beside me and Master is standing there holding a wicked looking knife in his hand, a viscious look in his eyes. He presses it to my shirt and with one quick swipe cuts my top free, exposing my torso. I tense up and he continues to cut away my clothing until I am completely naked. “Are you scared? Nod your head if you are.” I nod rapidly, and he chuckles. “You will learn not to fear the knife which I will use often but not to hurt you, but you will learn to fear the whip more than hell itself.” My eyes widen as Master produces a whip and cracks it above my head. I scream in fear and, though he barely hears it, he stops. I feel relief."Your screams are childish, only moans of pleasure may come from your lips during our sessions." I scream around the gag but he continues and begins to beat me mercilessly. And continues. And continues. Until my body is beet red and extremely tender. “Now, time for some more fun. …the next moment changed everything

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