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Learning to Cum for Master
by SoulSlave (address withheld)

***

A new slave who has never before experienced orgasm 
learns to cum for her Master for the first time. (MF, 
1st, bd, rom)

***

The new slave did not yet fully know her purpose. She 
sat on the floor writing to her diary while her master 
was watching his football game. She wasn't interested 
in football, but she liked to keep him company. She was 
glad he never made her watch the games or try to get 
into them, and she did realize that he found his 
pleasure in her so much more interesting in other ways.

She felt his eyes on her, even though she did not lift 
hers to meet his gaze. He was studying her as she tried 
to concentrate, writing down her thoughts. She could 
feel his stare burn through her and she wondered for 
how long he had ignored the game.

The master watched his slave as she kneeled softly on 
the floor. He noticed how her hair had carefully veiled 
the side of her face, as if to hide a part of her. His 
eyes searched the room briefly and zoomed in on a hair 
band that had been left on the side table. He reached 
over to pick it up and threw it at her. She immediately 
knew what to do, tying her hair up behind her ears 
quickly in a soft ponytail. Her face would not be 
hidden from him. She never looked up as she continued 
to write.

The master continued to watch her. Adorned in one of 
his favorite gowns and looking so sexy on the floor, 
she looked so lovely and he felt his emotions rise. His 
mind already screamed instant use of her. But he took 
his time. For several days now he had owned her and his 
impatience to adore her body had left him behind in his 
teaching. He had not believed what he had heard when 
she had confessed to him that she had never experienced 
an orgasm. Having been brought up in a very uptight 
world, she had never explored her own body in that way. 
And tonight he would see to it that she would 
experience her first.

"Slave," he ordered. "Prepare yourself for use."

She swiftly worked to remove all her clothing at his 
bidding. Buttons and snaps snapped open quickly to 
reveal her delicious curves. She gently put the 
clothing pile aside, her hands trembling only slightly, 
her stunning body fully naked now. She turned to face 
him.

He felt his bulge press painfully against his pants as 
he took in her heavy breasts, her tiny waist, the 
elegant lines of her neck, the honey milk skin that 
glistened attractively over her frame.

He savored the moment for a little while as she kneeled 
before him.

"Go to my chamber to prepare for full use and return to 
me," he asked.

She got up and hurried to do his bidding. Her heart 
beat rapidly as she tried to focus on not missing any 
important details as she prepared. She could already 
feel the thrill sit in the pit of her stomach in 
anticipation to his love. 

Her hands quivered as she removed her hair band to comb 
out her hair until it shone. She checked her face in 
the mirror and then quickly glanced down at her crotch. 
She had shaved only last night but she wanted to make 
sure she was entirely smooth. She didn't want to anger 
him. 

Satisfied that all was perfect, she then opened the 
drawer with lubricants and applied one generously into 
the tight opening of her behind. She checked her feet 
and hands to make sure they were perfectly groomed. As 
an afterthought she dabbed on a hint of his favorite 
perfume. She then returned to him. 

He smiled approvingly as he saw her walk towards him, 
then kneeling at his feet. She was ready to be looked 
over. He reached out to touch her face. Her skin was 
flushed. His finger trailed down her cheek stopping at 
the corner of her lips as they immediately parted, 
allowing access. He entered her mouth, feeling her soft 
tongue and inner cheeks. 

She closed her mouth and sucked his finger gently. He 
withdrew and traced the now wet finger down her neck. 
She lifted both arms, clasping her hands behind her 
head, her triceps exposed to him as her breasts lifted 
for his play. 

He cupped each one and kneaded them gently. He could do 
this for days and he knew she would sit there for as 
long as he needed. He thumbed the tight peaks and she 
breathed out, sighing. 

He then moved on down her body prodding her legs more 
open with his foot. She readjusted her kneeling 
position to make herself more available. He cupped her 
mound but did not enter it. He held her like that for a 
minute, its shaven warmth filling his hand. 

"Turn over, dog position," he commanded.

She obeyed. She turned to stand on hands and knees, her 
back to him. He threw a pillow on the floor. 

"Lie on that with your face," he ordered. "Your hands 
back up here, spread that ass for me." 

She did as she was told, supporting herself with her 
face sideways on the pillow. She reached behind her 
with both hands, spreading the globes of her ass as far 
as she could muster.

"Good," he commended.

His index finger plunged into her bowels as she 
cringed, waiting for the ordeal to be over. He took his 
time, deepening the exploration. He was pleased to see 
that she was well lubricated. He slowly withdrew, 
agonizing her with the sensation.

"Feelings," he ordered.

She turned around to face him kneeling again. "I feel 
naked... slightly humiliated... and aroused."

He nodded.   

"Walk before me, back to the room," he said.

She got up and he followed her. She walked seductively, 
her hips swaying slightly as she led the path 
enticingly back into the room.

He could not stand it. He caught up with her, picking 
her up and throwing her upon the bed. He noticed the 
slight flash of fear in her eyes as that wasn't 
expected. He pounced upon her, grabbing both wrists in 
one hand while the other grabbed the rope beside the 
bed.

He was going to tie her wrists together, but then he 
thought otherwise. He didn't want her arms to have each 
other for security, he tied each separately to opposite 
corners of the bed. They were firmly and securely in 
place, stretched open. She could not move them. 

He then bent each knee and brought it up to her face, 
spreading her legs apart. She was in the frog position. 
He looped rope patiently behind each knee, hooking it 
over behind her to the hooks in the headboard so that 
she would be tied that way. Her feet dangled. 

He tied each ankle stretching rope down to the base end 
of the bed. She could not move at all. Her legs were 
spread open, her sex beautifully displayed before him. 
Her tits weighed heavily, exposed upon her chest. Her 
legs and arms were out of the way. He decided that this 
would be the position in which she would cum for him 
for the very first time.

He reached over to grab a blindfold from a drawer. 
Slowly, purposefully, he blindfolded her. She was now 
complete.

She lay utterly naked before him, her legs spread open 
as he surveyed her. She could feel him walk around her, 
like a pacing predator, deciding the fate of his prey. 
Her body trembled slightly as she waited... for 
anything. 

Finally, she felt the back of his hand upon her side, 
gently gliding down in a reassuring caress. "Relax my 
slave" he crooned, his deep voice caressing her like a 
dark silk.

"What are you going to do, Master?" she found her voice 
to ask, not even sure she wanted to know. 

There was a pause before his reply. As if he considered 
whether she needed to know. But then it came. "We need 
to take care of something tonight, my sweet. Your body 
will perform for me. And I will give you your first 
orgasm."

"How..." she never finished, gasping as she felt the 
sharp thrust of his finger into her moist opening. She 
hadn't realized how wet she was, the realization taking 
her by mind-blowing surprise. Was her body this easy to 
seduce? She fluttered, panicking only slightly, as his 
finger continued to dart in and out of her depth. 

With her body completely bound, there was nothing she 
could do but accept the invasive stimulus. She willed 
her mind to calm down as she submitted to his act. He 
was her master and he would do nothing to hurt her. 
Furthermore, her body was his... his to do with as he 
desired, to use for his pleasure, in any way he could 
conceive.

Slowly she felt more confident, and more obedient, as 
she focused on that thought. She felt revered in that 
she pleased him. Even as she lay there, not being able 
to do a thing, other than just accept, this thought 
filled her with joy. This was her purpose. And she was 
delighted that she could bring him this kind of 
fulfillment. She began finally to relax, her wet flesh 
yielding, accepting. Needing...  

But then her confidence suddenly balked, as the things 
suddenly changed, his fingers swiftly changing position 
to encircle and touch her well exposed clit. Her 
thoughts of security was stripped away from her and she 
let out a cry of surprise, unsure of this new 
stimulation. 

She had never done this before. The sensitivity of the 
area awoke her, as she unwillingly strained against her 
bonds. She suddenly felt helpless and uncertain of what 
it was she was feeling, as small jolts of pleasure 
attacked her with his every touch. 

"Master?" she asked in inquiry.

There was no response. But the stimulation continued. 
She squirmed. New feelings arose in her as she fought 
to try to handle them. The touch suddenly felt so 
intense that her heart started to beat in panic and she 
took several gasps, her arms and legs now straining to 
close in to no avail. It suddenly sank in how utterly 
immobile she was, and how exposed, with her intimate 
areas being explored, forcing her to endure a pleasure 
she never knew possible. 

The master watched his slave closely. His eyes feasted 
on her restless body trying to adjust and understand 
his persistent touch. He watched her brows as they 
furrowed in concern. He could almost see her thoughts. 
He could not believe this beautiful creature had yet to 
experience the wonder of orgasm. His member engorged 
painfully as he delighted in the fact that he would be 
the one to give it to her. Yes, he would watch her 
every breath, read her every emotion as she experienced 
it for the first time. And he would teach her to give 
in, as her body would come to need this. He would teach 
her to completely give in to him.  

She now clenched her teeth, going absolutely still, 
this had to end. But his touch intensified. Now 
purposefully rubbing her engorged organ up and down, 
stroking its soft firm length, from its base at her 
opening to its unbearably responsive tip. Short, hard, 
purposeful strokes ignited her, as he watched her 
suffer in strain. Her body finally caved in and started 
to shake as tension built up. She started to moan… in 
alarm… in fear… in pleasure.

Suddenly and roughly, her blindfold was stripped away 
from her. There was only a second of relief in her 
mind, as she gratefully acknowledged that she will now 
be able to see what is going on. But that was quickly 
taken from her, as her focus again was forced back onto 
the intensifying stimulation. 

"Master!" She pleaded then… looking up at him, with 
fearful eyes. 

But he just studied her calmly and intently.

"MASTER!" she cried.

"Hush now," he said. "No harm will come to you. You 
will obey your body, as it gives in. I removed your 
blindfold so I could see your eyes. No part of your 
body will be hidden from me as you experience your 
first orgasm. You will hold back no emotions. None at 
all. You should realize, that just as your body, they 
also belong to me. And should be completely visible to 
me at all times. All of them."

She suddenly wasn't sure if she could take this, as she 
sucked in her breath, trying to understand the pleasure 
she was feeling. She recalled  how many times he's used 
her thoroughly. How utterly fulfilled she was to hear 
him grunt in pleasure as he would spill his seed into 
her orifices. 

She thought she was already completely his, that she 
had done all she was meant to satisfy, to please, to be 
his vessel of sexual satisfaction. But she was not 
ready for this, she didn't even know that such a thing 
could be. How could she feel so utterly out of control 
and not being able to hold on to a thing not even her 
sanity. As her body was being taken to places she did 
not even understand. 

Tears suddenly swelled up in her eyes. She did not even 
understand why. She wasn't understanding anything, only 
that suddenly her world was shrinking rapidly to not 
exist beyond the sensation between her legs, she could 
not stand it and suddenly the fear began to sink in, in 
the dawn of the realization that if he would now stop, 
her world will collapse. The fear that he would... 
Building with the pleasure. Began to fight within her 
mind.

The words formed before she could even say them. She 
tried to speak.

He raised an eyebrow at her, urging her to speak up.

"don't..." she tried again "don't stop!" she begged.

He smiled callously. His stimulation slowed down 
purposefully, bringing her down to a level she could 
bear. And then her eyes widened in horror. As he 
stopped.

She lifted her head… unable to do anything else. 
Suddenly, she was glad he did. This was insane. She 
could not be made to feel this. She wanted to yell at 
him to untie her, but she knew better. He suddenly got 
up and left the bed for a second. She felt so alone and 
cold as he was gone, her legs left spread wide to 
expose this most intimate need. She wanted to cry. She 
could not stand her position.

But he had already returned. She could not see what he 
was doing as he crouched over her dripping area, his 
back blocking her view.

She jolted as she felt cold metal on her clit. Unsure 
of what it was, she strained to squirm and see. It felt 
gentle and yet unbearably uncomfortable.

"Lie still!" he snapped at her.

"M-master, what are you doing?" she begged.

"I'm measuring you," he responded quietly. 

"Measuring?" she questioned stupidly.

"Yes." He replied. "I'm measuring the size of your clit 
in its current state with calipers. There is nothing I 
won't know about you. Even this detail is important to 
me. Things even you will not know… for this is for my 
information."

She held back tears, as she tried to relax and succumb 
to him while he did as he wished. More humiliation. How 
could he just measure her, as if she was some 
experiment, so coldly and medically, when she was 
burning... needing... so bad.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he reassured her again 
softly.

She felt better somehow.

"And you are," he added.

"Huh?" she didn't understand.

"You are. My experiment." He turned to face her with a 
smile. "You are my lifelong experiment, the only thing 
I am endlessly passionate about. And I will never tire 
of learning about you." He gently pinched her nipple as 
he said that. Somehow that seemed to only cause her to 
gush more juice for him.

She was in awe, as she stared back at him blankly. 
Unable to say anything. Could he read her thoughts 
already? Surely not. 

But she was yanked back to business as the stimulation 
suddenly resumed. 

Her lips parted in surprise, re-learning again how 
incredible it felt, as she let out a long satisfying 
moan. The next moan followed quickly, then the next. 
She was unsure she willed them. But they kept coming, 
shorter, faster, more urgent, as her body resumed its 
journey to a place she could not even grasp. She was on 
fire. His fingers were relentless. Probing, touching, 
caressing. She felt his other hand join in the action, 
as two fingers slipped easily into her pussy, and 
stayed there, swaying in gently, and applying varying 
degrees of pressure to its walls.

She felt so helpless and unable to do anything about 
their position deep within her body, but the 
stimulation on her clit kept her yielding. She suddenly 
felt that she would accept anything and she knew it, as 
her eyes tightened shut and her mouth opened again to 
let out another desperate long drawn moan. 

The strain on her body started to be unbearable as he 
continued. A rushing sensation began to engulf her as 
she watched her body start to shake steadily. Her world 
caved in and she started to scream for mercy. She 
suddenly wanted him to stop!

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!" She screamed, tears now 
flowing unashamedly down her cheeks. She wasn't ready 
for this. She did not understand what she was feeling. 
"PLEASE STOP!" All she could do was beg, maybe another 
time. Maybe another day she could understand this. She 
wanted to be able to leave this situation. She needed 
some time to think about this. Perhaps a little time on 
her own, to explore her own body in private, and 
discover its secrets before she could reveal them. 

Her eyes fluttered open as she realized the sensation 
had suddenly stopped. She looked up at him. Was that 
disappointment in his eyes? She suddenly felt like 
sobbing, her world shattering. But he wasn't angry.

He took her face gently into his hands, locking eyes 
with her.

She gave her full attention as he started to speak.

"What are you afraid of?" he demanded of her.

She searched his eyes. But she answered truthfully. "I 
am scared master. I… don't know what this is I am 
feeling. My body feels as if it would go out of 
control. I-I," She paused unsure. "I-I like what you 
do. It feels good. But I don't know what will happen."

"Like?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "Your body and 
moans indicated that you did a lot more than 'like'""

She cast her eyes down. "I loved it master," she 
conceded. 

He raised her chin slightly so their eyes will lock 
again. "My slave." He said. "You belong to me. And you 
will understand that it is not your call to stop any 
activity that I may choose to put you through. Unless 
you are being physically hurt, in which case it is your 
duty to inform me."

"But," she was unsure, crying. "I don't know... if this 
will physically hurt me, I don't know... "WHAT" this is 
master."

His eyes softened. But then he pulled away from her. 
His voice was a shade cooler as he spoke. "You will 
give in to your body my slave," he informed her. "You 
will endure whatever is being done to you, and fully."

"Yes master," she whispered in obedience.

"Your body will explode," he continued. "as you cum. 
You will cum for me for the first time. You will not 
hold back a single emotion as you do. I will derive 
great pleasure watching you experience your first 
orgasm. And you will cum for me many times in your 
lifetime with me. Perhaps several million times. In 
your ultimate submission to me as your body gives in to 
me."

With that, two fingers plunged deep into her again. 
This time they fucked her senseless, as she screamed 
her response, as his other hand resumed rubbing her 
clit intently. Waves and waves of pleasure lashed over 
her over and over. She screamed, she moaned, her hips 
lifted, her body vibrating uncontrollably. She felt as 
though she was losing her mind, as the sensations kept 
hitting her over and over.

She could not even respond coherently as his wet finger 
slid out of her pussy and plunged uncomfortably into 
her ass. She squirmed, still screaming, trying to get 
away from the intrusion, but it stayed firmly in place, 
as she felt herself tighten around it, the pleasure on 
her clit becoming unbearable. 

Her wrists and ankles felt raw from the strain. Her 
body was covered in sweat, as suddenly she felt an 
intense sensation descend upon her. It kept building in 
magnitude and her eyes widened in shock as she stared 
up right into his eyes… searching for mercy 

He then realized it was about to happen, his eyes 
breathing in her stressed body, building up in climax. 
Each muscle was as tight as a drum, her pussy red, 
swollen and dripping, her eyes bulging in horror, her 
breasts engorged, with dark nipples hard-pressed into 
tight peaks, her lips parted in preparation to scream 
for him. His hands almost trembled as he administered 
the final stimulation.

"CUM!" he ordered.

"AAAAAAARRRRGHHH!" her scream was endless, as her eyes 
still locked into his, her only place where she could 
hold on to anything she knew, as her body thrashed and 
convulsed to its fate. Her very first orgasm shot 
through her, taking away all her control, which she 
gladly gave up in her desperate willingness to gratify 
her most primal need. Her body rode his hand in frantic 
requirement to see the climax through. 

Pleasure lashed her, like a merciless whip, putting her 
in her place, as she lost control of her body soul and 
mind… giving all to him. There was nothing she hid from 
him, nothing she could. And then her body collapsed in 
an exhausted heap.  She was his. Never had she felt 
this more thoroughly. She now knew she was worlds away 
from anything she had ever given him in the past when 
she had obediently submitted to his various uses. 
Tonight, she had given her very soul.

She did not even resist as he positioned himself over 
her and fucked her. His member brutally assaulted all 
that was remaining, as she just gave in, grasping her 
bonds for dear life, as her body rose to betray her 
again and again. Twice she came, almost painfully upon 
his cock as he used her. His own senses were lost in 
the amount of love he received from her very being. 

His strong muscles tensed as he growled out his 
pleasure. She was so soft and pliable surrounding him. 
He suddenly frantically needed to release her. He 
worked feverishly to let loose all the bonds. Finally 
she was free. Her legs gratefully wrapped around him. 
Her nails bit into his back as he rammed her wetness.

Finally, his own climax was building. He could never 
last long with her. With three powerful thrusts it 
came, and he grunted almost painfully in his torrent 
release. His semen filled her body, and finally he 
fell, spent atop her.

He quickly then rolled off of her and took her in his 
arms.

He crooned into her ear and whispered softly to her, 
about how good she'd been. He urged her to share all 
her thoughts and feelings. 

She struggled to explain her orgasm and her experience 
as she gave him all her afterthoughts. It was the most 
intense thing she had felt. She shared with him 
giggling slightly that she was glad that her bladder 
was empty, for there was a point when she wasn't sure 
she could have controlled it.

"Next time, we'll make sure it is full," he said.

Her eyes widened in horror, as he laughed gently.

"My slave, you will hold nothing from me," he reminded 
her. "Not even this. I will see you in your deepest 
need. And you will release control of everything to 
me."

She gazed up at him in fright and wonder.

"I was gentle with you tonight," he informed her. "This 
is a week of many firsts for you. But in a few years 
you will be amazed at the things you will be begging 
for. Your body will become accustomed to many a thing. 
For now… just let it sink in... that everything, 
including your future, will all be in my hands. That 
you are all... mine."

The slave smiled happily as she drifted off into her 
sleep. She could not think… of a better fate. 

END

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