Hello readers! It is difficult to write with little motivation and even less time. Alas, I return. I hope you all enjoy this story, but beware, this story centers around non consensual sex. If you do enjoy this story (or not), feel free to comment, message, or vote as I do appreciate feedback.

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With her arms pulled tight behind her back, her ankles chained to the floor, and weights tied to her nipples, Ashley had a lot of time to reflect on the past few days.

At 33, Ashley was married and working for one of the top law firms in Chicago. She and her husband, Kyle, had always practiced ENM, or ethical non-monogamy, meaning that they were both able to pursue additional partners for sexual relationships. Kyle was a terrific man, but he just wasn’t as dominant in the bedroom as Ashley needed. For the past several months, Ashley had been devoting more time and effort into finding a Dom who could control her in the ways she desired.

She had tried multiple dating apps, personal ads on Reddit, and attending events at a local BDSM dungeon. Even as her effort to find the right Dom increased, she was failing to find the guy who met all of her needs. She had come close though. Several nights ago, while attending the “Whips and Chains Excite Me” event, she had the pleasure of being caned by an older Dom. He fit the tall, dark, and handsome stereotype to a tee.

Ashley had walked into one of the back rooms of the dungeon. These rooms were often more private and intimate. There, she saw this older Dom expertly wielding a crop. A submissive was topless and was on the receiving end of each of the blows. He wasn’t simply holding the crop, it was like it was part of his body and he was using it to paint tiny red marks all across this woman’s back. He stopped after a few minutes, walked up to the topless woman, and gently rubbed her back as he checked in on her. They wrapped up the session and soon, the Dom was asking if there was anyone else who might volunteer their body to be used by him. Ashley eagerly raised her hand.

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The weights on her nipples had momentarily brought her back to reality. They were attached by a string. The string was rather thin but strong, similar to fishing line. Her trainer had tied the line tightly to her nipples first. Then he took several weights (all of which had a hole in the center) and looped the line through the holes. When he tied a knot in the line, her breasts and nipples were distended, being pulled by the weight. He had already immobilized her with the ankle restraints and tied her arms behind her back as soon as she had woken up that morning. At that point, he left her. Ashley wasn’t sure how long she was alone since her confines lacked sunlight or a clock. It felt like hours.

She closed her eyes and remembered the tall, clean cut Dom staring at her for a moment, after she had raised her hand, before inviting her to join him. Perhaps he was unsure if she would be able to take the pain he had planned to give her. Ashley was not new to BDSM or pain, she was quite confident and looked forward to him testing her. They quickly discussed a session. She agreed to be fully nude, despite the rather sizable group of onlookers who had entered the room. She was also given the choice of implements. Ashley chose the cane as she really wanted to feel the bite of it hitting her ass.

It was challenging for Ashley to recall everything that happened after that point. Ashley remembered the first hit and how painful it was but also how amazing it felt. She remembered how wet she could feel herself getting as she quickly started to enter subspace. She was pretty sure the handsome Dom checked in on her a couple times; although, she wasn’t sure if she was able to respond with anything more than a pleasured nod and a whispered ‘yes’ that she was okay.

By the end of her short session, she was in heaven and throbbing from the pain of the cane striking her ass. She could remember him walking over to hold her and caress her back as he told her she was a good girl. She remembered him cupping her tits as she was coming out of subspace. She didn’t think they had discussed him touching her breasts, but she wasn’t against it. He took her hand and walked her over to the corner of the room. It was rather dark as the lightning was poor in this section of the room. Ashley was still naked and, as she was slowly coming out of the haze of subspace, she was feeling more exposed. The Dom had brought her to another man, he was short and looked rather rough around the edges. She was having trouble concentrating during the conversation, but she was able to understand one sentence that the Dom directed towards her.

“If you want to be a good submissive, you will need to be trained,” the man who had just finished caning her said, his blue eyes piercing her soul as he said those words. Ashley understood him to be expressing a desire to train her, to potentially become her Dom. Based on their short session, Ashley was quite agreeable to that proposition, although she would learn later that wasn’t what he was suggesting at all.

While still feeling the effects of her session, the two men moved quickly. The mysterious Dom gathered her clothing, helped her to dress, and continued to reassure her that she was making a good choice to continue her training. The other man, Ashley’s trainer, prepared to snatch Ashley and quickly remove her from the dungeon and into his black SUV. It all happened so quickly that the rest of the night was a blur. Ashley was driven to an unknown location well outside of urban Chicago, without her husband, family, or friends being aware that she was gone. It was only when she hadn’t returned home from the dungeon that her husband was worried, but by then it was way too late.

Once Ashley realized that this wasn’t the consensual relationship she thought she had agreed to, she began to try to fight her trainer. Despite his small stature, he was prepared. Day 1 and 2 of her training combined physical punishment, starvation, and sensory deprivation in order to remove her will. She attempted to ask questions, but he rarely spoke to her. When he did speak, his response was generic and didn’t answer any of her questions. On one occasion, while she tried to lash out at him, he re-doubled her bonds while he spoke.

“It isn’t enough to want to submit. Certainly a good submissive needs to have the desire to please. However, the urge is sufficient. This is where training is crucial,” Ashley’s trainer stated. At that moment, she did not have the urge to submit. At least not to him.

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On day 3, she awoke after having slept on the cold hard concrete floor while hogtied. He tied her arms behind her. She needed to keep them stretched out straight behind her as he attached metal cuffs to her ankles to keep her in place. The room she was in was clearly designed to train his victim. Next came the weights attached to her nipples. Ashley had an exceptional pain tolerance, or at least she had several years ago when she had more regular sessions. However, one of her previous Doms had trained her to cum from nipple play. That too had been several years ago, but she was feeling on the edge as the weights gently swung from her nipples.

Her trainer entered the room. Day 3 was going to be far different as compared to the two prior days.

“Are you ready to obey?” He asked. Ashley looked at him with defiance in her eyes. “I thought so.”

The trainer walked to a far wall and grabbed a whip. This was a single tail, leather whip. Ashley had felt a whip touch her skin before but this was a far different experience. Her screams echoed through the dark chamber where Ashley was held against her will. Her trainer used the whip to hit her bare ass (that hadn’t yet completely recovered from the cane) as well as her thighs. With each smack of the whip, the pain led Ashley to thrash against her bonds. No longer were the weights still or gently rocking with the breeze. Instead, the weights pulled at her nipples with great force everytime she moved. Already on edge from the nipple play, or torture, Ashley was moaning between each hit of the whip.

“Are you going to cum?” Her trainer, stopping his assault on her body, stood directly in front of her asking.

“Fuck! My nipples, yes…” Ashley said, feeling so close.

“You are NOT permitted to cum!” He yelled. The word ‘not’ echoed around the room and in her head. She wasn’t sure she could hold back. She also wasn’t sure she really wanted to. Ashley didn’t want to obey him. Suddenly, Ashley felt the whip hit between the lips of her spread, wet cunt. It hurt more than any of the previous hits. “Obedient girls receive pleasure; disobedient sluts get more pain!”

The pain from the whip stopped her orgasm, at least briefly. Her trainer could see that she was no longer on the verge of cumming. He dropped the whip and his fingers immediately went to her sex. His thumb rubbed her clit gently. It was the first time she felt anything touch her clit since she had been captured. Two of his thick fingers penetrated her pussy. Initially, his fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh where the whip had hit. But once inside, his fingers felt amazing as he expertly toyed with her body.

“So, you’re a sucker for rough nipple play?” The statement wasn’t meant to be a question, but her nods confirmed it. In addition to his fingers inside of her pussy and his thumb rubbing her clit, he used his other hand to pull on one of the weights. Ashley gasped, her forbidden orgasm was once again near.

“I’m not going to let you cum, but you can’t stop yourself,” he admitted. “Then, I’m going to really break you.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Ashley questioned. She had asked multiple times before but had never received an answer, until now.

“The man who caned you in the dungeon and I, we work for a wealthy man. He is a collector of sorts. He likes to collect women. Specifically, masochistic slaves. My job is to train any girl that is to become part of his collection.” He explained. “We chose you. Ashley, you are going to exist as nothing but a rich man’s fucktoy.”

As she learned of her future, Ashley could no longer hold back her pleasure and she came, squirting all over her trainer’s hand and fingers.

“Now that your orgasm is out of the way, let’s proceed with the next step in your training!” He said, rather enthusiastically.