You are unsure how to proceed

"I have no idea how to train a ****," a nervous laugh escapes your lips. "Let alone turn you into one."

Despite your reservations, there's a sparkle in Hannah's eyes, a hunger that wasn't there before. She leans closer, resting her chin on your chest, gazing up at you with unwavering determination. "I believe in you," she whispers.

"How... How the last one was training you? What he... " You never liked to talk about exes and yet you were not only doing this but also discuss intimate details "what did you learn?"

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'd rather not share that. She was... inventive. I am sure you have tons of your own ideas and..."

"Wait," you interrupt her in a mild shock "she? Since when you are a bi? Why didn't you mention that earlier?"

"You never asked. Besides, ****'s preferences are irrelevant. Slaves exist to serve their masters." Her warm breath tickles your skin as she talks.

"Are you sure you had orgasms with her not because you prefer women? Maybe you are leaning in that direction and this is why I can't satisfy you?"

Hannah shakes her head vehemently after pulling away slightly. "No! Attraction has nothing to do with it. I never was as attracted to a person as I am too you," she lands a passionate kiss onto your lips before continuing afterwards "This is purely about control and submission."

As much as you try to understand her point of view, doubts linger. "You are already perfect in sex, you meet all of my demands... If only you yourself could come, everything would be perfect."

"Bullshit," she giggles, "you must have desires you never shared, something you never dared to **** on a woman," Her blueish eyes glimmer mischievously while waiting for your response.

"Maybe," you admit slowly, "but I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"That's where training comes in handy. To teach me how to take pain, to beg for it even."

"No... you misunderstood, I..." Before you get a chance to finish explaining, she presses her finger against your lips.

"Shhhh, let's explore together. We will start slow, baby steps... Do you..." Her dense brows furrow as she tries to find the right approach "Do you like my blowjobs?"

"Are you kidding me?" You smirk playfully "They are amazing. Your technique is flawless."

"Well, my very first partner, " A cute blush spreads across her face, "trained me well in this regard. But, every man has unique preferences. You can train me how to be a perfect cocksucker for you specifically."

"How?" Now that is an intriguing proposition.

"By teaching me what you enjoy. By punishing me every time I am doing a blowjob wrong... not perfect even."

"Punishing?" That word still sounds bizarre when applied to the woman I love.

"Yes, punishing," she confirms, nodding seriously. "Every mistake deserves a consequence. Something that hurts enough to remember next time."

"Like?" You keep speaking in one-word questions, unable to form longer sentences.

"A **** doesn't choose how she will be punished. Whatever your fantasy allows: pain, humiliation, denial, whatever gets your dick harder."

"Hannah," you call her name gently, "are you sure? It sounds so ****."

"Just one blowjob training session per day, please," her full lower lip quivers slightly as she pleads, "If we don't like it, we can stop anytime. Don't refuse without giving it a fair chance."

"Well... I can't refuse an additional daily blowjob," you joke halfheartedly, "If you really want it. When do you want to start?"

"I am free. How about now?" She grins mischievously, reaching down towards your dick, still coated with her juices