Her Mistress' Dildo Training

The room was silent except for the soft creak of leather and the faint hum of the dimmed lights. This is it, Lila thought, her heart pounding in her chest as she knelt on the cold, polished floor. Her hands trembled slightly, but she kept them clasped behind her back, her head bowed in submission. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, a signature fragrance that always made her stomach tighten with both fear and anticipation. She knew better than to look up. She had been trained well—or at least, she thought she had until tonight.

“Lila,” came the voice—low, commanding, and dripping with authority. It wasn’t a question, nor was it a statement. It was a summons, a demand for absolute attention.

Lila’s breath hitched. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew better than to speak louder. Mistress Celeste didn’t tolerate disobedience—not even in tone.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor echoed in the room as the woman approached. Celeste was a **** of nature, a BBW goddess with curves that could make anyone weak in the knees—and Lila had been weak for her since the moment they’d met. Her presence was overwhelming, her dominance undeniable. Tonight, she was dressed in a black leather corset that accentuated her ample figure, paired with matching thigh-high boots that gleamed under the soft light. Her dark hair was swept into a loose updo, leaving a few tendrils framing her face, which was sharp, beautiful, and terrifying all at once.

“You’ve been my pet for a while now,” Celeste began, her voice smooth and deliberate. She circled Lila slowly, her heels clicking a rhythm that matched the pounding in Lila’s chest. “But tonight, we’re going to take things to the next level. Tonight, you’re going to prove to me that you can be more than just a pet. Tonight, you’ll become my ****.”

Lila’s eyes widened, but she quickly schooled her expression. She had known this was coming—Celeste had hinted at it for weeks—but hearing the words out loud made her pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she said again, her voice steadier this time.

Celeste stopped in front of her, the scent of her perfume enveloping Lila like a warm, intoxicating cloud. She reached down and cupped Lila’s chin, forcing her to look up. Their eyes met, and Lila felt that familiar spark of fear and desire ignite in her chest. Celeste’s gaze was piercing, as if she could see straight into Lila’s soul.

“Do you trust me, Lila?” she asked, her voice low and soft, yet laced with an edge that made it clear this wasn’t just a question—it was a test.

Lila didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Mistress Celeste. I trust you completely.”

Celeste smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down Lila’s spine. “Good,” she purred. “Because tonight, I’m going to push you further than I ever have before. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

Lila’s heart raced, but she nodded. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Celeste released her chin and stepped back, her hand trailing down Lila’s cheek in a gesture that was almost tender. Almost. “Stand up,” she commanded.

Lila obeyed immediately, her legs trembling slightly as she rose to her feet. She kept her eyes downcast, waiting for her next instruction. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Strip,” Celeste said simply, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Lila’s hands moved quickly, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her skirt and removed her underwear, leaving her completely exposed. The air felt cool against her skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat building inside her.

Celeste took her time, her eyes raking over Lila’s body with a predatory gleam. “Beautiful,” she murmured, though it didn’t sound like a compliment—it sounded like an observation, a statement of fact. “On the table. Now.”

Lila moved to the large, sturdy table in the center of the room and climbed onto it, lying down on her back. The surface was cold against her bare skin, but she didn’t dare move. She could hear Celeste moving around the room, the sound of drawers opening and closing sending a jolt of anticipation through her.

“Open your legs,” Celeste commanded, her voice calm and composed.

Lila obeyed, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Celeste could hear it. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as she waited, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Celeste stepped into view again, holding a large, intimidating dildo in one hand and a pair of silver nipple clamps in the other. Lila’s eyes widened at the sight, but she didn’t dare protest. She knew better.

“You’re going to take this,” Celeste said, holding up the dildo. “And you’re going to take it well. Do you understand?”

Lila swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she whispered.

Celeste leaned over her, her lips brushing against Lila’s ear as she spoke. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice sending a shiver down Lila’s spine. “But remember—if you fail me, there will be consequences.”

The words sent a jolt of fear through Lila, but also a strange thrill. She nodded, her breath hitching as Celeste stepped back and positioned herself between Lila’s legs.

“Ready?” Celeste asked, her tone deceptively soft.

Lila closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress Celeste.”

The first touch of the dildo against her entrance made her gasp, but she bit her lip and **** herself to stay still. She could do this. She had to do this.

“Relax, pet,” Celeste purred, her voice low and soothing. “Take it.”

And as the dildo pushed inside her, Lila couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, her body arching as she gave herself over completely to her Mistress.