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A Slut’s Training Begins 

It’s true what they say.  You should never tell a sadist what you don’t like, and you should never tell a Dom what you can’t do. But then again, I’m not in the business of being dishonest with Sir, so when we were having a discussion about orgasms, and my training, the topic of squirting was brought up.  

“I can’t squirt, Sir.” I challenged him without realizing I was doing such. 

“How do you know that?” He was a hound now, set on the scent. “Have you ever tried?” 

I saw the glisten in his eyes as their color changed.  Oh, how much he enjoyed a challenge.  

“No …No, I’ve never tried.“ I admitted, timidly. Suddenly realizing for all of my wordliness, I’d never done any actual research on the subject – I’d just dismissed it outright a couple of years back as something that wasn’t for me.  Now here I was in an entirely new chapter of my life, intrigued by the prospect of breaking down barriers.  

“So then you don’t know that you can’t, you’ve just decided you can’t. Hmm?” He scolded me. 

“You’ve just never been taught how to squirt.” He stated. “I will teach you – it will be part of your training.  Along with training your ass properly.” He grinned and I blushed. It was clear that he absolutely adored being able to lead me, and impart knowledge on me, his willing, sexual disciple. 

“This is what I was talking about when I said that I’d take your orgasms to the next level.”  He kissed me so deeply and my insides liquified. 

I could feel the excitement he had about showing me something new, peeling back the layers of my sexuality, introducing me to an entirely new dimension of my sexual being. 

“But, Sir, isn’t it just pee?” I was leery about the idea of squirting, as the idea of peeing everywhere was a little distressing to me, but he wasn’t having a second of that. 

“No.” He plunged his thick fingers deep inside of my cunt and hunted down my g-spot in a hot minute, and then went to work showing me things about my body I had never dreamt it could do or feel. 

He spoke to me, quietly, matter-of-factly, as he pressed his fingers inside of me, making it difficult for me to concentrate. “It’s mostly a chemical called PSA and yes, love, minor traces of urine.” 

“But … but … those videos I saw on tumblr, that’s like … it looks like pee, it’s so much liquid.” I panted, trying to continue our rather clinical conversation while he worked me closer to the edge of an orgasm. 

“Yes, slut, some of those videos are girls peeing and they call it ‘squirting,’ but remember who I am. I’m going to show you the right way – the real way.  You trust me, right?” Yes I did.

“Yes, Sir.” I smiled and softened. 

“Then relax and let me take control.” He offered.  

I sighed deeply and started to let go.  

…to be continued… 

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Nope. Not pee ☺️