Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Training Starts…” Dear My Doctor, my Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir, this is all there is. This is all that matters. Your body, your words, your carnal desire.

And your hot rumbling voice pleading me to use you up while detailing the countless ways I will be your dirty little fucktoy.

Let’s start….

I stand before you, bold but shy. Almost naked, yet with downcast eyes. I feel your gaze, it almost burns my flesh as it passes over me, noting every freckle, pausing on me startling nipples, circling them, almost tasting them, before continuing down my belly to the little red curls and beyond.

Beyond. Your eyes become a tongue and lap at the hood of my clit, wanting to push it away from the trigger to my moans and pleas.

You insert your leg between mine and nudge them apart. You wish I were up on a platform, you don't want to kneel before me, you want me kneeling before you, but my cunt calls. You want to continue the inspection. You consider your options, and choose to wait. You will never kneel before me.

You circle me slowly, sensing me sink into subspace as I feel you turning me into an object for your consideration. I could be a statue at the museum, in a private gallery. Very private and very perverted. You note my ass, and wonder how many slaps of the belt, how many strokes of the cane, you could fit across each cheek, placed in obsessively parallel lines on each side of the door to my desecration. You've been hard since you spotted me, but the sight of my little puckered portal causes your cock to jerk up a size. You start contemplating how you will take me, how you will inaugurate my anus as a depository for your precious bodily fluids.

Your cock screams.

You move up behind me, feeling the power that comes of handling me naked when you are fully clothed. You pull me to you so that your erection forces itself into my consciousness, even through the condom of your jeans. You reach one hand up to my nipple and twist.

I scream.

Your cock grows another size.

You push me onto the edge of the bed, face down. You push my legs apart. You pull down your jeans.

Your cock rejoices at being free and, taking a deep breath, grows yet one more size.

My training is about to begin.