Leather Training for His Bound Submissive

Marcus’s loft smelled of oil and leather, the high windows casting late sunlight across the brick walls. Lila knelt on the polished floor, naked except for the wide black collar locked around her throat, her knees spread exactly the way he had taught her. Marcus stood ten feet away in full leathers—boots, pants, harness crossing his chest—watching the rise and fall of her breasts. The flogger hung from his right hand, thick tails swinging lazily.

“Eyes up,” he said.

She lifted her gaze at once. Her nipples were already tight, and a thin sheen of anticipation glistened between her spread thighs.

Marcus stepped closer. “You asked for a full leather training session. Beg properly.”

“Please, Sir. I need to be bound and used. I need the flogger until I can’t stand. I need your cock however you decide to give it.”

He nodded once. “Strip. You’re already naked, but I want you to show me you understand the order.”

Lila rose smoothly, turned in a slow circle, and knelt again, offering her empty hands. Marcus clipped the thick leather cuffs around each wrist, buckling them until the leather creaked. He pulled her arms behind her back and clipped the D-rings together. With a short length of chain he drew her wrists higher, snapping the free end through the heavy ceiling ring until her shoulders stretched and her heels lifted off the floor. Only her toes kept her balanced. The position forced her chest forward, nipples pointing, cunt exposed.

He circled her slowly, dragging the soft suede tails of the flogger across her breasts first, then lower, sliding them over the smooth lips of her pussy. Lila’s breath caught.

“More,” she whispered. “Please, Sir. I’m ready.”

Marcus flicked the flogger once, lightly, across both nipples. The tails snapped, leaving a quick pink stripe. Lila moaned. He did it again, harder, watching her toes curl against the hardwood. He walked behind her and brought the flogger up between her thighs, letting the tails brush her slick folds before snapping them against the underside of her ass. She jerked, the chain above her rattling.

“Count for me.”

“One, Sir.”

He laid the next strike across the fullest part of her ass, then the next on the opposite cheek. By the tenth strike both buttocks glowed deep red, the heat rising visibly. He moved to the front again, striking the fronts of her thighs, the tops of her breasts, careful, deliberate, until her skin carried a uniform flush and her cunt was dripping onto the floor.

She was panting, thighs trembling. “Please, Sir. I need more. I need your cock.”

Marcus unbuckled the front of his leathers. His cock was thick and already flushed. He stepped in close, gripped her hair, and pushed the head past her lips. Lila opened at once, taking him to the back of her throat in one practiced motion. He held her there, then began to fuck her mouth with short, controlled thrusts, using the ring in the ceiling to keep her exactly where he wanted her. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her collar. Every time she gagged he paused, letting her breathe, then pushed deeper again.

When her eyes were glassy he pulled out. Lila gasped for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. He unclipped the chain from the ceiling ring, caught her before she could fall, and guided her to the padded bench. He bent her over it, chest pressed to the leather, ass raised. The cuffs stayed locked behind her back. He spread her legs wide with his boot and lined up, shoving into her cunt in one long stroke.

Lila cried out. Marcus gripped the short chain between her cuffs and used it like a handle, yanking her arms back every time he thrust forward. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the loft. He slapped her already-flogged ass, watching the red deepen. Lila’s inner walls fluttered around him.

“Come,” he ordered.

She obeyed at once, pulsing hard, thighs shaking, a raw sound tearing from her throat. Marcus kept pounding through it, using her spasming cunt until she sagged forward, only the cuffs and his grip holding her up.

He pulled out, unclipped one cuff, and flipped her onto her back on the bench. Her wrists were still bound together above her head. He strapped each ankle into the wide leather cuffs bolted to the sides of the bench, spreading her legs obscenely wide. Her cunt was swollen, shining, the entrance twitching. Marcus climbed onto the bench, knees between her thighs, and drove back inside her in one smooth motion.

Lila’s back arched. He fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, one hand braced on her throat just below the collar, the other rubbing tight circles over her clit. The second orgasm hit her faster, her whole body locking, cunt squeezing him rhythmically. Marcus groaned and thrust deep, holding there as he came, flooding her in long, hot pulses.

He stayed inside her while the aftershocks rolled through her, then slowly withdrew. Cum leaked from her stretched opening. He unbuckled her ankles, released the cuffs from her wrists, and gathered her against his chest. Lila’s eyes were unfocused, lips parted, floating.

Marcus stroked her damp hair. “There’s my good girl.”

Lila smiled dreamily, then whispered, “Thank you, Sir. But next time I want the flogger on you.”