Today is a very important day for this sl*ve. Twelve months p*ssy free. No s*x.

Today I will take things one deliberate step further. Sl*ve T is going to be painfully humiliated and properly trained to take c*ck. We have already established that his own is pathetic and useless — incapable of satisfying anyone; from this point forward his value will be measured by how well he services the real thing.

I dress for the occasion. Bright pink lingerie that pushes my cleavage forward, deliberately t*rmenting him with the view. Sheer nylon stockings that catch the light with every movement. Beautiful open-toe Louboutins that click softly against the floor. And, of course, the sizeable strap-on c*ck fixed firmly between my thighs.

I want my sl*ve begging for more by the time that I have finished with him. I need him trained to warm up any c*ck I might take a liking to. Today he begins learning exactly how I want him to take it — in his mouth, in his hands, and deep in his tight l*ttle arse.

I start with him seated on the bench, the thick strap-on fully exposed and waiting. He w*stes no time. His lips wrap around the head and he desperately takes the whole length straight down his throat. Impressive enthusiasm, but enthusiasm alone is not enough. A good c*ck-sucker needs control. I correct him, making him pull back and concentrate on the sensitive tip. I want him to treat it as if it were real flesh, to believe he is bringing me right to the edge. He obeys, swirling his tongue, sucking with focused hunger while thick strands of drool spill from the corners of his mouth and drip steadily onto the floor.

Once I am reasonably satisfied with his effort, I make him get down on his hands and knees and l*ck every drop of that spit from the floor. The sight is perfectly pathetic. Humiliated and degraded already, the training is progressing well — but we are far from finished.

I put him back on the bench, this time face down with his arse raised high. A gloved, well-lubed hand begins the slow work of opening him. One finger, then two, then three, stretching and preparing the tight h*le that will soon take the same c*ck he has just thoroughly worshipped with his mouth. When he is ready I w*ste no time. I line up and push forward, burying the full length deep inside him in one steady thrust. He takes every inch.

Then the real f*cking begins.

There is no gentle warm-up, no pause for adjustment. I peg him relentlessly — hard, deep, continuous strokes that drive the thick c*ck against his prostate again and again. His moans fill the room, broken and needy. I grip the straps of the bench and pull him back onto me with every thrust, ensuring there is nowhere for him to retreat. The wet sound of the strap-on working his arse mixes with his increasingly desperate noises.

Such a pathetic, needy, p*ssy-free l*ttle cuckold.

A c*ck-taking sl*ve in every sense of the word.

I keep him there for a long time, using his h*le exactly as I please, reminding him with every stroke that this is what he is for now. His own locked, useless c*ck is ignored c*mpletely. The only c*ck that matters is the one currently buried inside him — and any future c*ck I decide he should prepare or receive.

By the time I finally pull out, he is left open, trembling, and thoroughly marked by the training. The message is clear: his mouth, his hands, and his arse now exist to serve c*ck under my direction. His own pathetic equipment is irrelevant.

The first lesson is complete but there will be many more...

Strap-on Domina Dildo Lutschen TRAINING THE P*SSY FREE CUCKOLD TO TAKE MY STRAP ON C*CK mit C4s.com

Strap-on Domina Dildo Lutschen TRAINING THE PSSY FREE CUCKOLD TO TAKE MY STRAP ON CCK mit C4s.com