Training at Twisted Ranch: BDSM Menage Erotica (Twisted Ranch Series Book 3) Read online

  Training at Twisted Ranch

  By Lily Brock

  Text copyright © 2016 Lily Brock

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  For my Master…

  Wherever you go, I will follow.

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  Excerpt from Training at Twisted Ranch

  I am in awe of her cock-sucking skills. Her lips are banging against the base of his shaft. No matter how long the cock, Beth can always take it all.

  “You know how I like it, baby,” Joe tells Beth. He looks over at Lucas, “Come join us, Lucas!”

  Lucas doesn’t need to be asked twice. He leaps to his feet and stands next to Daniel who has already unzipped and is working his thick, meaty member. Following Daniel’s lead, Lucas releases his own rock hard cock and awaits his turn.

  Joe pulls his dick from Beth’s mouth with a pop and slaps it across both sides of her face. Then he moves to lie down on the cushions, his manhood at full attention.

  Beth has already moved on to Daniel.

  “Get it nice and wet, Beth,” Daniel warns playfully. “That’s the only lube you’re getting.”

  Beth changes her technique and soon saliva is dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. Daniel removes his dripping cock from her mouth and points toward Joe. Beth drops to all fours and crawls over Joe.

  They are only a couple feet away from me, and I watch as she straddles her husband and reaches down to spread open her ample pussy lips revealing a juicy pink interior. I lick my lips. I’d never found myself attracted to women before moving to Twisted Ranch, but I’d been asked to perform with women a few times since joining the community and I’ve always enjoyed it. But, I haven’t been invited to participate in this scene.

  Morning Routine

  I awake early, before my alarm, and take advantage of the extra time to snuggle in bed with my husband Lucas. My husband. Even six weeks after our wedding, I’m still not used to hearing those words.

  Lucas stirs and groggily pulls me closer to him, kissing me on the forehead.

  “Good morning, Ava.”

  “Good morning, Sir Lucas.” I nuzzle closer.

  The blaring alarm clock interrupts.

  I drag myself out of bed and head out to the kitchen to start the coffee. I enjoy life at Twisted Ranch--an exclusive BDSM community I joined so I could be with the man I love. It took a few days to recover from my initiation, which had been an intense experience. Since then Lucas has been training me in earnest, exploring my strengths and expanding my boundaries.

  I return to the bedroom. Lucas is out of bed now, too, preparing for our morning session. I take my place the foot of our bed, bending over with my hands on the bed in front of me.

  His primary focus, since beginning my training has been to teach me to orgasm through pain. He began my training using the Hitachi Magic Wand to force orgasms from my body. The Magic Wand is a high-powered electric massager with two settings: intense and extra-intense. It was challenging for me at first; there were lots of disappointing sessions. But after a few weeks, I learned to manually masturbate myself to orgasm while Lucas inflicted pain. So far, I’d successfully done it while being paddled, and while wearing nipple clamps.

  “Today, I want to try using nipple clamps and a paddle at the same time,” he tells me.

  “Yes, Sir Lucas.”

  I’m excited to try. I find I enjoy the dull thud of the paddle against my ass. It grounds and centers me. The nipple clamps are more painful, but they heighten my arousal immensely and can actually speed up the process.

  I stand up so he can attach the clamps. He licks one of my nipples lightly, then sucks it to a long, hard nub. He gives the second nipple the same treatment. He returns to the first one and rolls it between his fingers. I moan quietly, feeling the familiar tingling between my legs. Lucas smiles as he attaches the clamp to my nipple, adjusting the pressure to a moderate level. I breathe in sharply, but the pain isn’t terribly strong. I know it will be much worse when he removes them. He attaches and adjusts the second clamp and I bend back over the bed.

  He warms up my bottom with a few open-handed smacks, and I can feel the juices begin to flow in the folds between my legs. He picks up the paddle. The wooden paddle is long and narrow, about one inch thick. It is well sanded and polished to a high sheen.

  {SMACK} The paddle hits dead center across both cheeks. I slip my hand between my legs. {SMACK}{SMACK} The top of my arm brushes against one of the clamps shooting a bolt of pain from my nipple to my clit. {SMACK} I look back at Lucas and try to focus on the pleasure I am giving him. {SMACK}{SMACK}{SMACK} I rub furiously at the engorged bud nestled in the puffy slit of my cunny. {SMACK} My desire is building. {SMACK} It’s cresting. {SMACK}{SMACK}

  “Please, Sir, may I cum?” I plead.

  “Not yet, Ava.”

  This has become his secondary focus: orgasm control. I slow my fingers. {SMACK}

  I can’t stop altogether or I won’t be able to cum at all, but if I do too much I won’t be able to stop myself. {SMACK}{SMACK}

  It was almost impossible for me at first. I was punished when I didn’t obey, but the punishments were light. I was more upset I had disappointed Lucas. {SMACK}{SMACK}{SMACK}

  He sets down the paddle and stands next to me. I know what he is going to do.

  “Try again, Ava,” he prompts.

  I give my clit full attention to bring myself back.

  “Please, Sir, may I cum?”

  He pulls the clamps off my tits and I screech in pain, but I keep my fingers working my pussy.

  “Yes, Ava, you may cum.”

  My fingers strum my clit.

  “Cum for me, Ava. Cum now.”

  One more stroke, two more, and I am there. My climax crashes over me and Lucas puts his arms around my shuddering body, holding me tight.

  “That’s my good girl. That’s my good girl,” he murmurs over and over in my ear.

  He helps me onto the bed and brushes through my hair with his long, thick fingers.

  “That was perfect, Ava. You did such a good job for me.”

  I smile. He is right. I’ve made a lot of progress.

  “You rest while I take my shower, and then I’ll start breakfast,” he tells me tucking me back into our bed.

  I watch his naked back as he leaves the room. He is so sexy; I love pleasing him.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  “How are you adjusting to life here at Twisted Ranch?” asks Beth over a cup of coffee after Lucas leaves for work.

  “I’m getting used to being half naked all the time,” I joke, glancing at her firm bare breasts. All the women at Twisted Ranch wear short sarongs with no panties and no tops.

  “You know what I’m asking, Ava.”

  I think about her question for a few moments before answering. Beth has been my closest friend within the community. She helped me prepare for my initiation, and she helped me recover after it was over. She has been a mentor, helping me get used to this new way of life, and I know she wants to know the truth, not empty platitudes.

  “There is so much to learn, Beth. Some days I feel like Lucas is pleased wi
th me, and other days I feel like I am a disappointment,” I finally reply.

  “I don’t think he’s actually disappointed in you,” Beth says gently. “He is younger and less experienced than the other men at Twisted Ranch. I think sometimes he pushes you too hard and too fast because he wants to feel like he measures up. But what he forgets is those other men have spent years training their submissives. Some of the couples have been here from the very beginning--nearly ten years now.”

  “You are probably right, Beth. You always are,” I smile. “But what am I supposed to do about it?”

  “When you talk to him, you need to keep the focus on you. Communication is extremely important in a Dom/sub relationship. Tell him how you feel.”

  “That’s easier said than done.”

  “I know,” she says, nodding, “but it is the only way to create a strong foundation.”

  She takes another sip of coffee before continuing, “It’s not my place to tell a Dominant how to treat his submissive, but I have watched you two at some of the play parties and I think sometimes he asks more of you than it is possible to give. You are an extraordinary masochist. You can already take pain play at levels it took me years to work up to. And don’t even get me started on your amazing capacity for insertions!”

  We both laugh. I did seem to have particularly accommodating holes.

  “You have to be clear with him when he has asked you do something which is beyond your abilities,” she continued. “I’m not talking about pushing your limits. I’ve seen him ask for things which simply aren’t possible.”

  “It’s so hard for me to tell him anything like that. He doesn’t like to hear it.”

  “Some of the other men have talked with him, so that should help. But nothing can replace clear, direct communication from you.”

  “Thank you, Beth, I’ll try.”

  “That’s all any of us can do, Ava.”

  Beth finishes her cup of coffee before leaning in conspiratorially and giggling, “Now, tell me all about that fisting you took at the play party last week. His hands were huge!”

  On Display

  For six more weeks, Lucas continued to work with me every morning, and at the weekly play parties. He slowly increased the severity of the pain, and the duration of orgasm denial. He used canes, straps, floggers, and tighter clamps.

  When I get into position for my daily training one morning, Lucas tells me he is just giving me a maintenance spanking. I’m surprised by this news.

  “I think you’re ready to demonstrate your mastery of the two benchmarks I’ve set for you. I’ve invited Daniel and Joe and Beth to join us this evening in the Play Room,” Lucas tells me.

  I wasn’t expecting this. I have made a lot of progress, but I’m worried I’ll disappoint him in front of his mentor and his friends. Master Daniel leads the community at Twisted Ranch. All the submissives serve him as well as their husbands. Joe is Beth’s Dominant--and her husband. I don’t know him very well, but I’ve seen him at parties and I know the other men look up to him because he’s trained Beth so well.

  I bend into position for my spanking, but my thoughts are miles away. I don’t think I’m ready for this. I need more time, more practice.

  Lucas finishes paddling my ass, but he has noticed my distraction.

  “What’s on your mind, Ava?”

  “I don’t think I’m ready for this.”

  “It’s not your place to decide, Ava. You know that.”

  “But...I...I don’t want to be a disappointment to you if I fail.”

  “If I didn’t think you were capable, I wouldn’t have set up the demonstration. I know you won’t embarrass me,” he said giving my ass a little pat before heading off to the shower.

  I wish I shared his confidence.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  At the appointed time, we walk over to the large cinderblock building which houses the Play Room and the Punishment Room. We step into the small, well-lit foyer. There is a large hallway bisecting the building. Down the hallway there are two doors, one on either side. The door on the left is black; the door on the right is red. We enter the the red door, the Play Room.

  I have been in the Play Room many times over my first three months at Twisted Ranch. My initiation was held here, and the weekly play parties take place here, as well. Lucas brings me here occasionally in the evenings when he returns from work, but he has done most of my training at home.

  When we enter the room, it is empty. Lucas leads me over to a cabinet and pulls out padded leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles. He buckles me into the cuffs, and leads me over to a large wooden arch. Using the metal eyelets placed at regular intervals along the inside of the arch, he attaches my wrists and ankles to the structure with my arms open and my legs spread wide. He removes my sarong, leaving me completely nude. He walks around the room collecting cushions and chairs, and placing them in front of the arch.

  I hear voices in the hallway and our guests walk through the door. The weave their way through the equipment and Lucas strides over to meet them. He shakes hands with the two men, talking too quietly for me to hear what is being said. Beth glances toward me, nods encouragingly and smiles. The men take their seats.

  Lucas walks behind me and Beth follows him. The two men recline on the cushions to watch the show. The restraints prevent me from turning around to see what Lucas is doing, but I hear his footsteps crossing the room and I know he is selecting an implement from the pegboard wall filled with whips, paddles, belts, floggers, straps, and canes. I hear a cabinet opening, as well.

  When he and Beth return, he shows me the tool he’s selected: a rattan cane. I cringe. I find it far more painful than any of the other impact toys. It always leaves angry red welts. Beth is holding a pair of clover nipple clamps connected with a chain. Clover clamps are much stronger than other clamps and the tension isn’t adjustable. Lucas is going for maximum pain.

  Lucas says a few words to the men and soon he is ready. He begins in front, using his hands to slap my breasts. He smacks each one lightly and then increases his force with each subsequent hit. After a few minutes, he takes the cane and raps it across my left breast. {WHACK} The sting is fierce and I can feel a welt forming. Before I have a chance to catch my breath, he strikes the right breast. {WHACK} I yelp.

  He smacks them again lightly with his hands, then strikes one firmly with the cane in rapid succession. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} A groan a little. He moves to the other. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} Welts crisscross my tender flesh. A few tears escape the corners of my eyes. He rubs the end of the cane against my nipple, teasing it to attention.

  “Beth, I need a better target here. Suck on her tits,” Lucas says, stepping back.

  “Yes, Sir Lucas.”

  Beth obediently takes my breast into her mouth, working her tongue around the tip of my nipple she pulls it deeper into her mouth, elongating the tender bud. I can feel my pussy getting wet from her ministrations. When she is satisfied it is fully stimulated, she moves to the other breast. A quiet moan slips out. Beth smiles and steps back.

  Lucas prods my erect nipples again with the tip of the cane. Just knowing what he is going to do next fills me with commingling fear and anticipation.

  Tap. Tap. Tap. {WHACK}The cane hits directly on my aroused nip. I cry out in pain. Tap. Tap. Tap. {WHACK} He strikes the other one. I yell again. I feel the impact shoot through my body, igniting the pleasure sensors between my open legs.

  Quickly, he moves back to the first breast, administering more blows. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} My knees buckle, as my body struggles to process the pain. Before I regain my footing, the cane finds my other breast. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} I struggle helplessly to avoid the brutal lashes.

  “See how she is doing, Beth,” Lucas orders.

  Beth slides her fingers between my legs and slips two fingers into my sodden pussy. She withdraws her fingers, glistening with my juices, and shows them to Lucas.

  “Excellent,” he says, rubbing the tip of the cane
against my inflamed breasts.

  I recover my footing and catch my breath. I wonder when he will release one of my hands so I can bring on my orgasm. My question is soon answered.

  “I think she is ready for you, Beth,” Lucas says.

  Beth kneels between my spread legs and runs her tongue through my eager slit. Her tongue works in circles around my throbbing clit. I’m so lost in the pleasure between my legs, I don’t notice Lucas preparing another round.

  {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} The cruel bite of the cane finds its marks directly on my fiery, swollen nipples. I scream in agony. Beth increases the pressure on my clit and slips two fingers into my soaking cunt. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} Lucas beats my other nipple. I’m thrash against my bonds, but his aim stays true.

  He picks up the clover clamps and crushes my inflamed nipple between its unforgiving teeth. My screams echo through the room and I grind my hips obscenely into Beth’s face, trying to find a distraction from the torture of my breasts. She rewards me with another finger filling my juicy hole. The second clamp is attached and my mind begins to untether.

  I can feel myself slipping into the space of acceptance. Lucas moves around behind me and begins to whip the cane across my ass. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} I can feel welts rising, but I’m detached. Floating. Each blow pushes me harder against Beth’s expert tongue. {WHACK}{WHACK} The euphoria is building deep in my loins. Her fingers work in and out of my pussy, stretching me to intensify the experience. The beating on my ass is brutal, but I can no longer do anything but accept the inevitability of the next blow. {WHACK}{WHACK}

  I can feel my climax approaching rapidly. I open my mouth to ask permission, but I’ve lost the power of speech. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} My knees buckle, dropping my pussy even harder against Beth’s face. {WHACK}{WHACK} Moans and groans replace intelligible words. Lucas intensifies his pace. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} Beth sucks on my engorged clit, scraping it gently with her teeth. I can no longer form any coherent thoughts. {WHACK}{WHACK}{WHACK} Lucas says something I can’t comprehend and Beth reaches up grabbing the chain connecting my nipple clamps and ripping them from my body. Otherworldly screams ricochet around the room.