Training The MILF Part 4 Loving The MILF
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Susan Wilde was a lovely woman in her forties, with brown hair and brown eyes, whose sex life was a faded memory. She wondered how she’d let it get to that point and realized that it had been out of necessity. She’d been a young widow with a daughter to raise on her own, and the sexual being that she’d been had disappeared.
In high school, she’d been slutty Susie Simon, the girl who could suck a young man dry. She was technically a virgin when she had married Bob Wilde, but many thought it was ironic that her new last name would be more indicative of her nature. She’d enjoyed a lot of sex as a teen but kept her virginity intact by offering her ass when a blow job or a hand job wasn’t sufficient to keep her boy toy of the month happy.
Susie met Bob as a freshman in college and, after weeks of denying him her pussy, gave up her V-card to him one night at a frat party. That was all it took for Susie to get pregnant. Bob, an old-fashioned guy, insisted on marrying her. Susie didn’t argue as she was pretty sure she’d never find a guy better than Bob.
Susie dropped out of college to stay home with the baby while Bob finished his degree during the day and worked nights at a local bar. They were happy enough in their apartment, but when Bob graduated and got a job working in an accounting firm, he bought them a little house.
It seemed like your average happily-ever-after story until Bob suffered from a brain aneurysm and died suddenly, leaving Susie with six-year-old Alicia to raise on her own.
Susie was able to keep the house since Bob had a generous insurance policy. But keeping food on the table, and having any money for extras, required Susie to get a job. She took a position as a waitress at a local diner and was able to work her hours around Alicia’s school schedule.
Through the years, Susie’s friends had tried to convince her to date. But she just didn’t feel right about the whole idea of bringing a strange man into her house.
When Alicia started high school, she even tried to encourage her mother to go out for dinner with her recently widowed soccer coach. But Susie said she just wasn’t interested.
So, here she was at her daughter’s wedding, sitting alone when a handsome young man sat down at her table.
“Hi, Mrs. Wilde, remember me?” asked the twenty-something man with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked a bit mysterious and more than a little dangerous.
“I’m sorry, Ali has had so many friends over the years…” she started to say. Then she realized who he was. “Devon? Oh, my goodness, well, look how tall and handsome you’ve become.”
Devon beamed, “Thank you, Mrs. Wilde. You’re very kind. Would you like to dance?”
He touched her hand, and she felt a spark of something she couldn’t quite identify. It created a chain reaction that made her go damp. She started to refuse, but he looked her in the eyes, and she found herself saying, “Yes, I’d like that.”
Once they were on the dance floor, Devon’s charm gave way to lust, “I’ve been watching you all night, Mrs. Wilde, and I’d like to offer you my services.”
She shivered, “What do you mean?”
He held his body against hers, and she felt his hardness press intrusively into her belly. “My sources tell me that you were quite a slut back in the day. I think you’d enjoy being that woman again very much; you just lack training.”
Susie was too stunned to speak.
Devon nibbled on her ear and said, “I bet your panties are wet. It would be so easy to take you right here on the dance floor, Mrs. Wilde.”
Her eyes grew wide with panic.
Devon chuckled, “No worries, I’d never embarrass you that way. But I do want very much to show you the way back to being slutty Susie if you are interested.”
When the song ended, he reached into his pocket, took out a card, and handed it to Susie. “Call me,” he said, “when you’ve decided you need to be more than just Alicia’s pretty widowed mom.”
He left her standing on the dance floor, but she managed to scurry back to her table before it became too obvious how flush she was. She sat down and looked at the card.
Devon DeVeux, Personal Trainer/Life Coach
Let me help you reach your goals!
It seemed so innocuous, but his demeanor had been anything but! A trip to the ladies' room confirmed what she already knew; she was drenched! She slid one finger in and felt herself shudder. She slid the finger into her mouth and closed her eyes. She recalled the feeling of Devon’s big, hard cock against her, and a few seconds of rubbing herself caused a delicious little pop.
Realizing that she had masturbated in the bathroom during her daughter’s wedding reception left her a bit mortified. But she wouldn’t deny that it felt good to feel naughty again. She doubted very much that she would call Devon, but she did think it might be time to try the dating scene now that Alicia was married and out of the house.
The problem was most of the men her age wanted a replacement wife and were not exactly exciting enough for her even to consider going to bed with. She thought perhaps a dating site might be necessary to find a man who was looking for the same things she was. But what was she looking for?
The following Monday, Susan decided to look up Devon DeVeux online to see what he meant by personal training.
Do you long to be submissive but don’t know how? Are you bored? Do you want more? Call me!
Submissive? She wasn’t sure about that. But she was definitely bored, and she truly wanted more. So, she decided to call and find out what he was offering.
“Hello, Devon?” she asked as he picked up the phone.
“Well, hello, Mrs. Wilde. It’s nice to hear from you,” he said, lust oozing from his voice.
“Please, you can call me Susan; you’re a grown man. I am calling to find out what types of services you offer that you thought might be of interest to me,” she said, trying to sound calm.
“I prefer to call you Mrs. Wilde. I will text you an address. Be there tomorrow at 8:00 P.M.,” he said, then he hung up the phone.
Susan was flabbergasted. But when her phone buzzed a few moments later, she read the text with great anticipation.
Mrs. Wilde, I am so pleased you contacted me. Please be at 2597 Emerald St. at 8:00. Wear a long coat and heels, and nothing else. I will interview you first; then, we will set up your training schedule. You won’t be disappointed.
Susan spent the next hour trying to decide if she could really go through with it. Then she sent him a text.
Devon, I can’t meet with you. I’m too old to be involved in something like this. Thank you, but I won’t be seeing you tomorrow.
Within minutes she heard her phone signal his reply.
My last client was fifty-seven. No excuses. You lack discipline. I can help with that. Don’t be afraid, Mrs. Wilde. Nothing will happen that you don’t ask for or approve of. I promise.
She sighed as she typed one last text.
Okay.
Susan slept poorly and found herself too nervous to eat much of anything for most of the day. She took a half of a Xanax to calm her nerves, and she tried to stay busy doing housework to keep her thoughts off driving clear across town with nothing on under her raincoat.
When she arrived at the address given, she was a little confused. She had assumed it was a residence, but this appeared to be a warehouse. As she approached the door, it opened for her. She walked in and nearly turned around and walked back out. But before she could bail, Devon was there.
“I’m so happy that you showed up, Mrs. Wilde,” Devon said, grinning. He took her by the arm and led her to a small office.
“Now, let’s see if you followed directions,” he mused. “Take off your coat.”
Susan unbuttoned her coat slowly and let it fall off her shoulders before removing it altogether. She laid the coat over a chair and turned to face Devon.
“Excellent!” he said, smiling. “You have a very nice body, so fit and firm. A total MILF!”
Susan blushed and felt herself go damp.
“I like the fact that your pussy is shaved bald. It’ll look delicious with red stripes across it,” he said wickedly.
A look of panic filled her eyes.
“Relax, Mrs. Wilde; I promised you I wouldn’t do anything you don’t ask me to do. But I guarantee, you will beg me to strike that creamy white mound with my black leather whip,” he said as he brushed his fingertips gently on her cheek.
He picked up his camera and took several pictures of her body and face. Then, he sat down, but he indicated that she should remain standing.
“Why did you come here, Mrs. Wilde?”
Susan took a deep breath to steady herself, “I guess I was curious.”
“There is no guessing, Mrs. Wilde. You either are curious, or you are not,” he chided.
“I am curious,” she corrected.
“And what are you curious about?” he asked.
“I’m, um, I’m curious about what your training entails and what it will do for me,” she replied.
“What do you want it to do?” he asked.
“I guess, no, I know, I know I want and need to feel sexy again,” she admitted as she blushed.
“Not just sexy, though, you want to feel like a sexual being again, don’t you? You want to be slutty Susie again, isn’t that right?” he asked with a devilish grin.
“I’m too old to be slutty Susie,” she blushed, “But I wouldn’t mind being wild Mrs. Wilde.”
Devon grinned, “Ah, excellent! Then we come to the second part of your question. What will my training do for you? And the answer is quite simple; I will help return you to your submissive state. You’ll be a horny little slut who needs to be owned and used. Then we’ll find you a suitable partner to take ownership of you. The best part of this? You pay nothing. I make my money from training subs for masters. Do you wish to be owned, Mrs. Wilde? Or have I made a mistake in my judgment?”
Susan felt panic rising in her chest. She just wanted to feel sexy and desirable again. Did she really want to be an owned submissive?
Devon watched her face closely as she waged war in her mind. He knew just how to tip the scales.
“Mrs. Wilde, from this point on, I will refer to you as slut. You will call me Sir. You will agree to let me train you for an hour. If you feel this isn’t right for you after that time, we will stop, and there will be no hard feelings. But if I make you cum, you will agree to more training sessions. Is that acceptable?” he asked.
Susan thought for a moment. God, her pussy was so wet and needy. If she agreed, he said he could make her cum within an hour. Since she’d had no luck climaxing recently while masturbating, other than that little pop in the bathroom of the reception hall, she figured it couldn’t hurt to let this handsome young man give her an orgasm.
“Yes, that is acceptable, Sir,” she answered.
“Excellent! Now for the ground rules! As we go through the training, I will occasionally check with you to see how you are. If you are enjoying yourself, your answer will be green, and we will continue. If you are hesitant, your answer will be yellow, and we will ease up and figure out what is making you less than comfortable. If you don’t like or can’t handle what I’m doing, your answer will be red, and we will stop completely. Is that clear?” Devon explained.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“If at any time you need me to stop, you can simply say or cry out, red,” he added.
Susan nodded.
“Turn around, slut,” he ordered. Then he stood up behind her and took her breasts in his hands. He rolled each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and listened to the moans he produced.
He pulled at them, stretching them tautly, and the moans grew louder. Then he pinched them tersely, and she cried out, “Oh, God!”
“What level are we at, slut?” he asked.
“Green,” she panted.
He smiled wickedly and increased the pressure; then, he felt her lean back against him as she gave in completely.
He twisted her nipples hard and felt her entire body shudder. Liquid trickled down her inner thigh, and she tensed up. “Did I just pee myself?” she asked, mortified.
“No, slut, you came. You squirted without my even touching your pussy. Your agreement was if I made you cum you would continue training sessions with me. But I’m a fair man so I will give you the full hour to decide. Shall we continue?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed.
He sat down and snapped out a command, “Lay across my lap, slut, so I can spank you for cumming without permission!”
She gasped and said, “I didn’t know I needed to ask!”
“You should have asked anyway. Sluts do not control their own orgasms; their Masters do. I am your Master for your training sessions. You will do as I say. Now, I will add additional spankings for your insubordination,” he said curtly.
Susan nearly protested, but she kept quiet. She nodded and lay over Devon’s lap as instructed.
“Count for me, slut,” he instructed.
Smack!
“One.”
Smack!
“Two.”
Smack!
“Three.”
Devon continued spanking until Susan had counted off twenty strokes. Her creamy white ass was now rosy and stinging.
“Did you enjoy, slut?”
“Yes, Sir,” she admitted. She enjoyed every single smack. Truth be told, he could have gone on, and she’d have been happy to keep counting.
“What level are you at, slut?” he asked.
“Still green, Sir,” she answered. Despite her ass feeling like it was on fire, she felt so aroused and alive. She wanted more.
“Excellent! Now let’s see how you handle my crop,” he said wickedly.
He led her over to the cross against the wall in the training room, and he attached the restraints to her wrists and ankles. He marveled at how delicious she looked, splayed open for use. His cock stirred, but he knew this was not the time to indulge himself. There would be plenty of time for that.
“Count for me again slut. This time I won’t stop until you ask me to do so. Let’s see how far we can push your body,” he instructed her.
Smack!
“One.”
Smack!
“Two.”
Smack!
“Three.”
He whipped her stomach, breasts, and thighs harshly, and he was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t ask to stop, despite the intense pain her facial expressions suggested. Still, he didn’t want to overdo it and scare her off.
“I think that’s plenty for today,” Devon said firmly. “So, Mrs. Wilde, what’s your decision. Shall we continue your training sessions? Or do we part ways here?”
Susan’s body felt more alive than it had in years. But she had questions that needed to be answered before she could commit. “May I ask you some questions, Sir, before I give you my decision?”
“Of course, slut,” he replied.
“First, I need to know what happens if I don’t like the Master that you choose for me? Also, how long am I obligated to remain a submissive?” she asked.
“Mrs. Wilde, while signing your submissive contract shouldn’t be taken lightly, it is not a legally binding contract. You’ll be a sub, not a slave, and will have a clause that allows you to break the contract if you feel uncomfortable with the Dominant/sub relationship. However, you should know that I’ve never had a complaint about the matches I have created. That being said, you are not bound for life, should you choose to go back to being the Widow Wilde,” Devon explained.
Susan took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, “Then, yes, I want you to continue training me to be an owned submissive slut.”
Devon smiled, “You won’t be sorry, slut. Now, put your coat on like a good girl and come back tomorrow at the same time. Do not touch your pussy or your nipples at all. They belong to me now, and I forbid you to stimulate them.”
Susan found herself agreeing and went home, like a good girl. But once she was home, all she could think about was how much she wanted to masturbate.
He had forbidden her to touch herself, but how would he know if she had obeyed?
As if reading her mind, he sent her a text message.
How’s your body, slut? Still, stinging? I’m sure you are aching to touch yourself. But remember, your body belongs to me right now. Are you going to be a good girl?
She sighed and answered.
Yes, sir. I will behave.
Devon grinned at her reply and decided to tease her a little.
Soon enough, I will sell you to your new Master. Then he will own your body and will do with it whatever he pleases.
Susan gave a soft laugh.
Who would want an old lady as a sub?
Devon frowned. He didn’t want any doubts plaguing her mind. She was perfect.
I’ve already shown your picture to several potential Masters and have a few who want you very much. They prefer more mature women. I told you I take the matching process very seriously. Tomorrow, I will find out what your preferences are and then put your profile out for bidding. MILFs are a hot commodity. You’re going to make me a pretty penny, slut. Especially once you are properly trained and ready for use.
Susan read his words over a few times. Men wanted her. They wanted to dominate her and use her. Her pussy felt damp, and her heart was racing. She realized that there was no turning back. She not only wanted what Devon could offer her. She needed it. The whipping had turned on something inside her that she had tucked away for a very long time. Now that these feelings and emotions had been released, there would be no putting them back in the box.
Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait!
Devon smiled. He already knew who he would match her with. And thinking about it made his dick hard.
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