A Girl and Her Trainer
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The small ad in the local newsagents read,
‘Able-bodied gardener and handyman required for part-time maintenance activities ’.
Well, I was in my thirties, and out of work, so I thought I would fit the bill.
I rang the number and found out that it was a lady who lived three streets away. I knew the house. It was a small, detached cottage, in a woodland setting. We arranged to meet the next day in the afternoon at 2.00 pm and I should bring some old clothes for gardening, and I could change in her cottage.
The next afternoon, I was knocking on her door. She answered.
Her name was Joan. She was quite attractive, with short black hair, and a lovely smile.
She would be in her late forties, with curves in all the right places. In fact, one could say she was quite busty and had a bottom to match!
She showed me her garden and gave me a list of jobs. Paint a fence, prune some shrubs, mow the lawn, all the usual stuff. We agreed two hours for £10, and so I got to work.
I had arrived in my gardening gear but had brought some clean clothes in case I got dirty and muddy. Just after four, she came out and said that that was enough for the day, and I should get changed and have a cup of tea.
I was directed to a room just off the hall to change. It was sparsely furnished with a small bed and chair. However, I couldn’t help noticing an odd piece of furniture. It was a long low bench, with what looked like some kind of box at one end. I also noticed two hooks in a beam above this device. And ring bolts in the legs of the bench. A large mirror was also positioned on the wall and a small chest of drawers was in the corner. I’m not sure why but I decided to be nosy. Opening the top drawer I found wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and a gag. The next drawer contained some small whips made of bootlaces and leather thongs. Wow! This was interesting, but what to do about it?
I changed into my clean clothes and went into the lounge where Joan was pouring the tea.
I had to say something.
“That’s an interesting piece of furniture you have in that room.” To the point, I thought.
“Ah yes! The pussy trainer!” She blushed slightly.
“My late husband had interesting desires, so he made it for me. He died last year. I do miss him, but then life goes on doesn’t it.”
“A pussy trainer? Am I right in thinking that that is a bit rude, naughty even, and nothing to do with cats?”
“Silly boy! No, it’s nothing to do with cats. Also, I don’t think it’s rude or even naughty Rob. Don’t you have oral sex with your wife?”
My turn to blush!
“Umm yes, every now and again I guess, but a pussy trainer? How does that work?”
I just had to ask.’
“Come on naughty boy, I’ll show you.” And we went down the hall into the room.
I had an instant thought of what she might do, and my cock hardened.
“John, my late husband, would lie on his back on the bench, and the box here at the end is where his head would go. As you see the top is hinged and this piece with a piece cut out slides over the neck holding him in place. Then the hinged lid comes down and acts as a seat for me. The large hole in the seat? Well, that’s where my pussy gets well and truly pressed into his face. There are ring bolts on the legs of the bench to fasten the wrists to so there is definitely no escape. Once in there, he just had to use his tongue for as long as I commanded. Of course, he was naked, and I could play with his cock to keep him in the mood. He then added those hooks in the beam, and I could pull him up by the ankles, legs wide, and whip his cock and balls to encourage him. Oh dear, I think I am telling you more than I should. Too much information as they say.”
“Wow! I never expected something like that, but thank you for showing me. My goodness! Is that the time, I think I had better be going.”
I almost ran out of the house, my head full of imagined scenes, and hardly believing what I had been told. What goes on behind closed doors they say!
I had completely forgotten to arrange the next gardening visit, but all I could think of was the pussy trainer and Joan sitting on it. What must it be like? An older woman, locked in that thing? I couldn’t help but wank at the thought, imagining the whole scene being acted out. For several days this went on, the thoughts just getting more and more vivid, until I realised what I had to do, and hang the consequences.
I just had to ring her!
“Hello, Joan speaking”
“Hi Joan, it’s Rob. I forgot to arrange a date, I mean day for gardening this week.”
“Hi Rob, I thought I had scared you away for good, what with the pussy trainer, but yes next friday would be good at the same time.”
“Ok, Friday at 2.00.” I hesitated.
“Was there anything else you wanted to say, Rob?”
“ Umm! Well yes. I was wondering…”
“Wondering what Rob?”
“The pussy trainer. I was wondering if you would give me a real demonstration of how it works. Hands on so to speak.”
“Oh, Rob! I am shocked! How dare you!”
“I’m sorry Joan, please forgive me. It was just so interesting. Sorry, sorry, sorry!”
I could hear laughing.
“Oh Rob, you are so naughty! Of course I will show you how the pussy trainer works. But being a young man, I will expect great things from you.” And she hung up.
Friday came so slowly. But it did and at 2.00 pm I was knocking on the door. Joan answered, looking quite radiant, and a gleam in her eyes.
“Are you the boy who requires the pussy trainer?” She said mischievously.
“ Yes please, Miss Joan.” I blushed.
“Ok, Rob, follow me.” And we went down the hall and into the room. The pussy trainer had been pulled into the middle of the room and had been given a good clean.
“I want you naked and lying face up on the bench.”
I was excited and quickly stripped, but a little embarrassed when my cock caught in my underpants.
“I see my pussy trainer has you excited Rob. Good!”
I lay on the bench and slid my head into the three-sided box at one end. A thin piece of wood with a large hole was then slid down over my throat, and trapping my head in place.
My ankles were then fitted with cuffs as were my wrists. The wrist cuffs were pulled down towards the floor and a spring clip secured the cuffs to a ring bolt in each of the legs of the pussy trainer. Ropes were then attached to the rings in the ankle cuffs, and each leg was then pulled up and up and the rope fastened to a hook in the beam above.
My legs were stretched wide apart as in a letter ‘V’. My cock and balls were raised up off the bench and I felt very exposed and vulnerable. Finally, the hinged lid on the box came down and covered my face except for a large hole over my nose and mouth.
“I think that’s you ready and in position, so now I will go and change. See you soon ‘naughty boy’!” And off Joan went.
I lay there wondering what I had done. There was certainly no escape from this contraption. My cock kept twitching with excitement thinking about was to happen. If only I had a hand free to give myself a little wank. But no, I was well and truly restrained. Just hoped I didn’t get cramp!
After about ten minutes, the door opened and I presumed it was Joan.
I heard her moving around the room and some sort of swishing noise.
The footsteps got closer and then everything went dark. A very large wet mound of flesh was pressed right down on my nose and mouth. It was obviously Joan’s pussy!
“Come on Rob, show me what that tongue can do, and woe betides you if I think you aren’t trying to please me.” And with that, I felt a stinging blow to my cock. It must have been the bootlace whip.
I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I could, licking and sucking up her juices. She started to make moaning noises.
“Oooh! That’s a good boy.” The whip cracked down again. I jerked with the pain, but I knew it was her telling me to go faster and faster.
My whole world had been transformed into darkness, with a face full of very wet dripping pussy. Her juices were everywhere. I wouldn’t say I was drowning but my face was awash with her pussy juice. This plus the incessant stinging of the bootlace whip hitting my engorged cock.
The moaning got louder and louder, and the whip fell faster and faster.
Finally, at long last, she let out a loud scream. I had done it! I had had my first encounter with the pussy trainer and hopefully passed with flying colours!
Joan was breathing slowly and I felt her hand on my cock.
“Time for a little reward Rob.”
Her hand was quickly moving up and down my already swollen cock. Her pussy still pressed down on my face. The taste and smell of her juices were dominating my senses.
She was good! She was very good! In about thirty seconds my cock exploded. My cum spurting across my stomach. She knew how to milk a cock till the last gob of spunk rolled out of my pee hole.
I lay there exhausted. My tongue and jaw muscles were aching. Then the darkness went, and the lid of the pussy trainer lifted up. I could see Joan, her pussy glistening and dripping. I could see black stockings and suspenders, and a shiny PVC corset. Her large breasts swaying as she lifted herself up from the bench. I smiled at her, and was expecting to be released.
“Well Rob, that was very, very good! But!” She also had a big smile on her face.
“ What would your wife say if she knew what you had done? If she knew her randy husband had wanted to suck my pussy? That he couldn’t control his cock? That in fact, he is a very naughty young man?”
“I don’t know what you mean Miss Joan, I thought you wanted this. Please, you can’t tell her about this.” I was beginning to panic, but it was just another evil little tease. An excuse for what was to follow.
“I am going to punish you, Rob, in a way that you will remember for a long time.”
Joan went over to a table and picked up a very large bunch of stinging nettles. This was the swishing noise I had heard when she had entered the room earlier.
Then she came back to the pussy trainer and stood legs astride, and wide above my face.
“That’s right Rob, you have a good look at my pussy. I hope it was worth it!”
With that, she gently brushed the large bunch of nettles down across my exposed cock and balls. My cock and balls which had been drained of any sexual excitement.
I screamed! It was as if a thousand pinpricks had landed on my sensitive private areas.
But she kept on whisking the nettles again and again across my cock, balls, and inner thighs. Harder, and harder, until I was being whipped with the nettles. I was going demented with the pain. And then the strokes stopped.
“I will leave you now to think about whether you want to do this again. You will find the pain will get a lot worse as the toxins take effect”.
Joan was right. The pain was unbelievable. And there was nothing that could prevent it from taking its course. The initial stinging of the nettles was nothing compared to sensations that now attacked my cock, balls, and thighs. I literally cried and sobbed. Never had I known such pain.
But, eventually, it started to subside and was replaced by a painful, yet tingling sensation.
It must have been a good half hour before Joan returned and released me from the pussy trainer. She was now dressed as normal and watched me struggle and grimace as I pulled my underpants and trousers over the nettled areas.
Little was said, and once dressed, I was shown the door.
“Give me a ring if you want to have a second lesson on my pussy trainer.” And with that, the door slammed shut.
Will I or won’t I? That is the question!
‘Able-bodied gardener and handyman required for part-time maintenance activities ’.
Well, I was in my thirties, and out of work, so I thought I would fit the bill.
I rang the number and found out that it was a lady who lived three streets away. I knew the house. It was a small, detached cottage, in a woodland setting. We arranged to meet the next day in the afternoon at 2.00 pm and I should bring some old clothes for gardening, and I could change in her cottage.
The next afternoon, I was knocking on her door. She answered.
Her name was Joan. She was quite attractive, with short black hair, and a lovely smile.
She would be in her late forties, with curves in all the right places. In fact, one could say she was quite busty and had a bottom to match!
She showed me her garden and gave me a list of jobs. Paint a fence, prune some shrubs, mow the lawn, all the usual stuff. We agreed two hours for £10, and so I got to work.
I had arrived in my gardening gear but had brought some clean clothes in case I got dirty and muddy. Just after four, she came out and said that that was enough for the day, and I should get changed and have a cup of tea.
I was directed to a room just off the hall to change. It was sparsely furnished with a small bed and chair. However, I couldn’t help noticing an odd piece of furniture. It was a long low bench, with what looked like some kind of box at one end. I also noticed two hooks in a beam above this device. And ring bolts in the legs of the bench. A large mirror was also positioned on the wall and a small chest of drawers was in the corner. I’m not sure why but I decided to be nosy. Opening the top drawer I found wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs and a gag. The next drawer contained some small whips made of bootlaces and leather thongs. Wow! This was interesting, but what to do about it?
I changed into my clean clothes and went into the lounge where Joan was pouring the tea.
I had to say something.
“That’s an interesting piece of furniture you have in that room.” To the point, I thought.
“Ah yes! The pussy trainer!” She blushed slightly.
“My late husband had interesting desires, so he made it for me. He died last year. I do miss him, but then life goes on doesn’t it.”
“A pussy trainer? Am I right in thinking that that is a bit rude, naughty even, and nothing to do with cats?”
“Silly boy! No, it’s nothing to do with cats. Also, I don’t think it’s rude or even naughty Rob. Don’t you have oral sex with your wife?”
My turn to blush!
“Umm yes, every now and again I guess, but a pussy trainer? How does that work?”
I just had to ask.’
“Come on naughty boy, I’ll show you.” And we went down the hall into the room.
I had an instant thought of what she might do, and my cock hardened.
“John, my late husband, would lie on his back on the bench, and the box here at the end is where his head would go. As you see the top is hinged and this piece with a piece cut out slides over the neck holding him in place. Then the hinged lid comes down and acts as a seat for me. The large hole in the seat? Well, that’s where my pussy gets well and truly pressed into his face. There are ring bolts on the legs of the bench to fasten the wrists to so there is definitely no escape. Once in there, he just had to use his tongue for as long as I commanded. Of course, he was naked, and I could play with his cock to keep him in the mood. He then added those hooks in the beam, and I could pull him up by the ankles, legs wide, and whip his cock and balls to encourage him. Oh dear, I think I am telling you more than I should. Too much information as they say.”
“Wow! I never expected something like that, but thank you for showing me. My goodness! Is that the time, I think I had better be going.”
I almost ran out of the house, my head full of imagined scenes, and hardly believing what I had been told. What goes on behind closed doors they say!
I had completely forgotten to arrange the next gardening visit, but all I could think of was the pussy trainer and Joan sitting on it. What must it be like? An older woman, locked in that thing? I couldn’t help but wank at the thought, imagining the whole scene being acted out. For several days this went on, the thoughts just getting more and more vivid, until I realised what I had to do, and hang the consequences.
I just had to ring her!
“Hello, Joan speaking”
“Hi Joan, it’s Rob. I forgot to arrange a date, I mean day for gardening this week.”
“Hi Rob, I thought I had scared you away for good, what with the pussy trainer, but yes next friday would be good at the same time.”
“Ok, Friday at 2.00.” I hesitated.
“Was there anything else you wanted to say, Rob?”
“ Umm! Well yes. I was wondering…”
“Wondering what Rob?”
“The pussy trainer. I was wondering if you would give me a real demonstration of how it works. Hands on so to speak.”
“Oh, Rob! I am shocked! How dare you!”
“I’m sorry Joan, please forgive me. It was just so interesting. Sorry, sorry, sorry!”
I could hear laughing.
“Oh Rob, you are so naughty! Of course I will show you how the pussy trainer works. But being a young man, I will expect great things from you.” And she hung up.
Friday came so slowly. But it did and at 2.00 pm I was knocking on the door. Joan answered, looking quite radiant, and a gleam in her eyes.
“Are you the boy who requires the pussy trainer?” She said mischievously.
“ Yes please, Miss Joan.” I blushed.
“Ok, Rob, follow me.” And we went down the hall and into the room. The pussy trainer had been pulled into the middle of the room and had been given a good clean.
“I want you naked and lying face up on the bench.”
I was excited and quickly stripped, but a little embarrassed when my cock caught in my underpants.
“I see my pussy trainer has you excited Rob. Good!”
I lay on the bench and slid my head into the three-sided box at one end. A thin piece of wood with a large hole was then slid down over my throat, and trapping my head in place.
My ankles were then fitted with cuffs as were my wrists. The wrist cuffs were pulled down towards the floor and a spring clip secured the cuffs to a ring bolt in each of the legs of the pussy trainer. Ropes were then attached to the rings in the ankle cuffs, and each leg was then pulled up and up and the rope fastened to a hook in the beam above.
My legs were stretched wide apart as in a letter ‘V’. My cock and balls were raised up off the bench and I felt very exposed and vulnerable. Finally, the hinged lid on the box came down and covered my face except for a large hole over my nose and mouth.
“I think that’s you ready and in position, so now I will go and change. See you soon ‘naughty boy’!” And off Joan went.
I lay there wondering what I had done. There was certainly no escape from this contraption. My cock kept twitching with excitement thinking about was to happen. If only I had a hand free to give myself a little wank. But no, I was well and truly restrained. Just hoped I didn’t get cramp!
After about ten minutes, the door opened and I presumed it was Joan.
I heard her moving around the room and some sort of swishing noise.
The footsteps got closer and then everything went dark. A very large wet mound of flesh was pressed right down on my nose and mouth. It was obviously Joan’s pussy!
“Come on Rob, show me what that tongue can do, and woe betides you if I think you aren’t trying to please me.” And with that, I felt a stinging blow to my cock. It must have been the bootlace whip.
I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I could, licking and sucking up her juices. She started to make moaning noises.
“Oooh! That’s a good boy.” The whip cracked down again. I jerked with the pain, but I knew it was her telling me to go faster and faster.
My whole world had been transformed into darkness, with a face full of very wet dripping pussy. Her juices were everywhere. I wouldn’t say I was drowning but my face was awash with her pussy juice. This plus the incessant stinging of the bootlace whip hitting my engorged cock.
The moaning got louder and louder, and the whip fell faster and faster.
Finally, at long last, she let out a loud scream. I had done it! I had had my first encounter with the pussy trainer and hopefully passed with flying colours!
Joan was breathing slowly and I felt her hand on my cock.
“Time for a little reward Rob.”
Her hand was quickly moving up and down my already swollen cock. Her pussy still pressed down on my face. The taste and smell of her juices were dominating my senses.
She was good! She was very good! In about thirty seconds my cock exploded. My cum spurting across my stomach. She knew how to milk a cock till the last gob of spunk rolled out of my pee hole.
I lay there exhausted. My tongue and jaw muscles were aching. Then the darkness went, and the lid of the pussy trainer lifted up. I could see Joan, her pussy glistening and dripping. I could see black stockings and suspenders, and a shiny PVC corset. Her large breasts swaying as she lifted herself up from the bench. I smiled at her, and was expecting to be released.
“Well Rob, that was very, very good! But!” She also had a big smile on her face.
“ What would your wife say if she knew what you had done? If she knew her randy husband had wanted to suck my pussy? That he couldn’t control his cock? That in fact, he is a very naughty young man?”
“I don’t know what you mean Miss Joan, I thought you wanted this. Please, you can’t tell her about this.” I was beginning to panic, but it was just another evil little tease. An excuse for what was to follow.
“I am going to punish you, Rob, in a way that you will remember for a long time.”
Joan went over to a table and picked up a very large bunch of stinging nettles. This was the swishing noise I had heard when she had entered the room earlier.
Then she came back to the pussy trainer and stood legs astride, and wide above my face.
“That’s right Rob, you have a good look at my pussy. I hope it was worth it!”
With that, she gently brushed the large bunch of nettles down across my exposed cock and balls. My cock and balls which had been drained of any sexual excitement.
I screamed! It was as if a thousand pinpricks had landed on my sensitive private areas.
But she kept on whisking the nettles again and again across my cock, balls, and inner thighs. Harder, and harder, until I was being whipped with the nettles. I was going demented with the pain. And then the strokes stopped.
“I will leave you now to think about whether you want to do this again. You will find the pain will get a lot worse as the toxins take effect”.
Joan was right. The pain was unbelievable. And there was nothing that could prevent it from taking its course. The initial stinging of the nettles was nothing compared to sensations that now attacked my cock, balls, and thighs. I literally cried and sobbed. Never had I known such pain.
But, eventually, it started to subside and was replaced by a painful, yet tingling sensation.
It must have been a good half hour before Joan returned and released me from the pussy trainer. She was now dressed as normal and watched me struggle and grimace as I pulled my underpants and trousers over the nettled areas.
Little was said, and once dressed, I was shown the door.
“Give me a ring if you want to have a second lesson on my pussy trainer.” And with that, the door slammed shut.
Will I or won’t I? That is the question!
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