Mistress Anette was known for her unique style of training submissive men, using an elaborate system of bondages and sex toys. Today’s session involved chained-to-orgasms training, which was particularly grueling but highly effective in breaking down a man’s resistance. Minnie had been eagerly anticipating this day since she first joined Mistress Anette’s harem. As a petite, innocent-looking 19-year-old, she knew she would make the perfect subject for this particular type of training. Dyanna was another matter entirely. She was older, more experienced, and far less naive than Minnie. But Mistress Anette believed that even the most hardened sluts could be broken down with enough time and effort.
The two girls were led into a dimly lit chamber filled with all manner of bondage apparatuses – from St. Silvester’s crosses to spanking benches. In the center stood a tall metal frame covered in chains, hooks, and restraints. This was where their training would begin. Minnie gulped nervously as she was secured to the frame by heavy chains around her neck, wrists, and ankles. Her body was on full display – helpless and vulnerable. Dyanna watched with anticipation as similar restraints were fastened around her own form.
The next step involved attaching cock rings to their shafts, ensuring that any erection they might get would only result in further torment. Mistress Anette then produced a Hitachi wand, an electric device designed specifically for orgasmic stimulation. The vibrations were intense, almost painful, but also incredibly arousing.
Finally, Mistress Anette revealed a small box containing dozens of tiny pearl-like beads. These were specially designed for use during chained-to-orgasms training – each bead contained a powerful drug that heightened sensitivity and made orgasms impossible to resist. With a sinister smile, Mistress Anette began filling the air around them with the subtle scent of desire and submission. The beads were released onto the floor, scattering like precious jewels. Minnie whimpered slightly as the beads scattered across the floor, their intoxicating aroma making her skin tingle with pleasure. Dyanna remained eerily calm, though her eyes betrayed a hint of excitement mixed with apprehension. Mistress Anette’s voice cut through the tension, commanding their attention. “You will remain bound here until you reach your peak, then I will release you for a brief respite before resuming again,” she declared, a flicker of sadism glinting in her eyes.
With practiced precision, Mistress Anette adjusted the Hitachi wands on Minnie and Dyanna, setting them to different intensities. She knew how to push each girl’s boundaries without crossing into pain. The room filled with moans and gasps as the vibrations took effect. Dyanna felt her knees weakening under the relentless stimulation. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her body refused to obey her commands. She was no longer in control; Mistress Anette had that power now. Minnie squirmed against her bonds, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. The beads on the floor seemed to beckon to her, drawing her deeper into their seductive embrace. She could feel herself losing grip on reality, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins.
Hours passed, and still they endured. Mistress Anette observed from a distance, her expression unreadable. Suddenly, she gave a sharp command, and the Hitachi wands were deactivated. The sudden silence was оглушительным after the constant buzzing.
“Release them,” Mistress Anette said coolly. Dyanna and Minnie slumped forward, exhausted but alive. Their faces flushed with exertion, their bodies glistening with sweat. Mistress Anette smiled, satisfied with their performance.
“Now you know what it means to submit completely,” she said, her tone laced with triumph. “Remember this lesson well, my little sluts.”
Minnie and Dyanna nodded weakly, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were broken down, but also somehow stronger for having faced such intense training. Mistress Anette motioned for them to follow, leading them to the next stage of their initiation—a test of their newfound obedience and submission.
As they walked out of the chamber, Minnie glanced at Dyanna, their eyes meeting in silent understanding. They were no longer just girls — they were Mistress Anette’s chosen ones, bound by a shared experience that would forever connect them.