Chapter 2: Orihime's Training
OrihimeXOC
A.N.: Okay, there was a bit of criticism in Ichigo the Dom so I want to address this up front: I do not personally do BDSM. As such, there's only so far I can go with research and Google. So please consider this before you comment that "Oh Whacky, you obviously don't get the point of BDSM."
Warning: Lemon! BDSM!
Day one: Obedience Training
Orihime shook when Madame Dominista got onto the bed. The woman looked better than any model she'd seen in magazines and that was when she had clothes on. Now without clothes she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. Her dark-skinned body reminded her of Yoruichi, but with dark, flowing black hair and large Matsumoto sized breasts. Her emerald eyes sized up the schoolgirl, her lips forming a wide, seductive smile.
And now she was Orihime's Mistress.
Orihime flinched when Madame Dominista patted her head. "Now, Doll, no need to be afraid of your Mistress," she said with a smile. Picking up the paddle, she sat down on the bed and gestured to her lap. "Now lay on my lap," she ordered.
Nodding, Orihime crawled over to the woman, laying down with her bottom up on her lap, laying her head on the black sheets. She gulped when she felt Madame Dominista rubbed the paddle against her smooth bare bottom.
"Now then, time to start your training. And the first thing I need to teach you is obedience."
SMACK!
"Ah!" Orihime cried out, making Madame Dominista frown.
"Doll. What did I tell you about speaking without permission?" she scolded like a disapproving mother. Rubbing the paddle against Orihime's ass again, she continued. "So for your first lesson: Every time I hit you, say "Thank you, Mistress, please punish me more." And that will be the only thing you will say, understand?"
Taking a deep breath, Orihime nodded. "Yes, Mistress.
SMACK!
Orihime winced but didn't cry out. "Thank you, Mistress, please punish me more."
SMACK!
This time, Orihime felt something start to build up inside her. "Thank you, Mistress, please punish me more."
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Panting from the pain, Orihime gripped the bedsheets tight, her body heating up from the hard strikes. 'It hurts! My butt feels so bad! And yet…and yet…I feel weird…'
A harder smack met Orihime's ass. "You didn't ask for more, Doll. That was disobedient of you," Madame Dominista scolded, her hand grabbing a handful of Orihime's orange hair.
Orihime cringed. "I'm sorry, Mistress!"
SMACK! came another blow, just as hard as the last. "Did I give you permission to speak anything else?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Orihime was tough, but she was close to tears now. The feeling inside her was gnawing at her and continued to grow as she was punished.
A soothing hand patted her head. "There now, have we learned our lesson, Doll?"
Taking deep breaths, Orihime nodded. "Th…Thank you, Mistress, please punish me more."
Above her, Madame Dominista smiled. "Good girl." She rubbed the paddle against Orihime's now reddened ass.
"Let's continue, my Doll."
Day Two: Embracing Pain Training
Orihime whimpered as she hung in the air, her feet inches from the ground. Her wrists were shackled over her head, keeping her in place as Madame Dominista circled her. The dark-skinned woman had donned a tight-black-leather outfit: a black leather corset that pushed her breasts up, boots that went all the way up to her thighs and a black thong covering her crotch. On her arms were elbow-long gloves.
And in her hand was a menacing whip.
"Yesterday, I've taught you obedience. You learned that when you are obedient you will be rewarded." Madame Dominista stopped at Orihime's back and smiled. Her body was so smooth, so white and pretty, like a white canvas just waiting to be painted. "Today, I will teach you the essence of our trade: Pain."
CRACK!
"AHHH!" Orihime cried out as the whip connected to her back. Suddenly being a BDSM Doll wasn't as fun as she thought.
"Now, now, Orihime," Madame Dominista admonished slightly. She'd whipped Orihime with more force than necessary but figured it was a good idea to introduce her to pain to tear her down now so she can build her up. "You don't seem to enjoy my gift." Orihime gasped as she felt the cold, hard leather rub against her back, as if teasing her where it'll strike next. "Don't you want my gift of Pain?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Orihime nodded. "Yes, Mistress." The subtle touch of the whip rubbing against her bare ass made her tingle in anticipation, as if she couldn't wait to get hit again. "Please give Doll your gift."
Madame Dominista's breath touched her ear as she leaned close, her whip coming around to rub against her sensitive breasts. "I'm in a generous mood, Doll. Where do you want me to give you my gift? These lovely breasts?" Orihime cooed as she ran the black leather across them. "These magnificent thighs? Or your seductive bottom?"
Orihime's switch was flipped when Madame Dominista rubbed the whip against her ass. "My butt! Please give it to my butt!" she pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut and waiting…waiting.
Crack!
This time Orihime arched her back as the pain entered her. But like yesterday something seemed to have mixed in with the pain, something that made her crave it, cherish it: pleasure.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
By the time Dominista had stopped, Orihime's shapely ass was covered in red whip marks. Knowing not to hurt her too bad, Madame Dominista stopped. Putting the whip down, Dominista walked over to Orihime's front and looked down at her dripping pussy. "So Doll, you've started to understand the lesson."
"AH!" Orihime cried out as Madame Dominista reached and pushed two fingers into her wet hole. "Mistress!"
"My, look how wet you are, Orihime. You've certainly taken my lesson to heart." She kissed Orihime's forehead in an almost maternal manner. "Exquisite. You wouldn't have made a good Doll if you didn't take pleasure from this much at least."
Holding up an ice cube in her hand, Madame Dominista dragged its melting body against Orihime's jiggling breasts. "Guhhh!" Orihime groaned as she circled her nipples with it, her pink areole becoming hard. Suddenly a bright burst of pain shot through Orihime's brain and she looked down seeing alligator jaw pins bite on her pink nipples, a silver chain connecting them. Hooking the chain with a finger, Madame Dominista pulled on it, stretching her breasts out. "Ahhhhh…" she groaned in pain, her head spinning from the pulling. Clenching her teeth, she tried to fight it, to tell herself to stop this madness. And yet…and yet….
…And yet, if felt good. She threw her head back and moaned as Madame Dominista pulled on her breasts, the pain making her head spin. Smiling at her submissive Doll, the BDSM mistress took her hand and slapped Orihime's tips, making them jiggle. "AH! Mistress! Mistress!" Orihime cried out as the dark-skinned woman slapped her tits repeatedly, all the while pulling on her chain.
Orihime's moans were silenced with a kiss. She'd never kissed a girl before but she quickly learned to crave her Mistress's lips. As she pulled away, Madame Dominista caressed Orihime's cheek. "Good Doll. Now then…" she walked back to the drawer and pondered on what tools to use next. Grabbing one item, she turned around. "It's getting late and so I'll send you home. But not before I give you your homework for tomorrow's lesson…."
Day 3: Endurance Training
Karakura High
Orihime took deep breaths and tried not to shift around in her seat, her face beet-red. It was a nightmare for the Doll as she sat in class, feeling like every breath she took caused the anal beads inside her to stir.
"You're to go all night and tomorrow with those," Madame Dominista instructed her. "Do not play with yourself while these are inside you. I'll know if you do," she'd warned as she pushed the string of beads into Orihime's ass. Sleeping that night was a nightmare for Orihime. She'd wanted to touch herself so bad, to relieve herself at least momentarily of the cauldron of ecstasy that's been stirring inside her. "Oh, and I've got several of the clubs playmates who go to Karakura High along with you. No faking a fever to get out of school to just run back here as quick as possible. I'm taking you to the limit of what you can endure. You'll return to my Rough House at four o'clock sharp," she instructed, letting Orihime know that she wouldn't be able to cop out of her training.
"Orihime," the teacher instructed. "Please read the next paragraph.
Taking a deep breath, Orihime read from her book. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was able to keep a straight face and keep her voice steady but she managed. Finishing the paragraph, she realized something: she was doing something that was so forbidden while in the presence of all her friends.
It felt so wrong that it felt so good….
After class had ended Orihime bolted through the school's doors. She made a beeline straight for the Rough House, feeling the anal beads move inside her with every step, threatening to destroy her reason. She wanted to do something about it but knew not to disobey her Mistress. Looking at her watch she saw that she made it to the Rough House with minutes to spare. By the time she entered the front door sweat was dripping down her red face, her eyes glazed over and her face flushed. "Mis…Mistress?"
Back on the couch was Madame Dominista, reading a book while wearing a fluffy black bathrobe, looking like she'd gotten out of the shower. "Doll," she addressed not looking up. "You're early. I instructed you to come here at four o'clock sharp. I didn't say three fifty-six."
Gulping, Orihime closed the door. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I just didn't want to be late so I hurried over here as fast as I could. Did…did I pass the test?" she asked worriedly.
Looking around to make sure that nobody was around, Madame Dominista sat up. "Come over here and take off your skirt."
Orihime's red face turned redder when she realized that somebody might actually walk in on them but that thought became a massive turn-on for the ditzy girl. Walking over to her new Mistress she unclasped her skirt, revealing her black panties that Madame Dominista had given her. Bending over at her Mistress's command, Orihime felt Madame Dominista pull down her panties, eyeing her lower lips.
A smile stretched across the dark-haired woman's lips. "Very good, Orihime. You remembered obedience and you held out for a whole day and night. Well done."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Madame Dominista hooked a finger around the ring at the end of the string. "You've done well, Doll. I'm proud of you. And now…your reward." Orihime's eyes widened to their limit and she let out a huge scream as Madame Dominista yanked the beads out of her in one go, feeling them slide out of her ass.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The Doll screamed as she crumpled to the floor, her pussy gushing all over the black-tiled floor as she finally orgasmed, reaching the peak she'd been longing for all day and all night. "Ahhhh!" she continued to moan as she rolled around on the floor like a wild animal, her fingers going to her stretched and abused ass. "Mistress..." she whined.
Her Mistress smiled. "It's a good thing I took out the carpet. Love juices are so hard to come out…" Orihime lay still on the floor as Madame Dominista walked over to her and held out her hand. "Get up, Doll. Your training has yet to be complete. The beads were just a warmup for today's lesson."
Orihime let Madame Dominista help her up, standing on wobbly legs. "What…what do you mean?"
Madame Dominista's smile turned devious. "Today, I'm going to see how far you will go before I break you….
Day 4: Humiliation & Exhibitionism Training
Orihime whimpered as she was led through the halls of the Rough House. She was completely naked except for the blindfold covering her eyes, the ball gag keeping her gagged and the black hair-dye Madame Dominista applied so that others wouldn't recognize her. Her hands were bound and cuffed behind her back. She could hear people in the hallways of the club gossip about her, talking about how the club owner was so lucky to have such a beautiful slave to play with. Other girls commented about how submissive Orihime was being and that how Madame Dominista must've done something particularly painful and pleasing to make her so docile. The woman herself led Orihime down the hallway with a leash that was attached to the collar she'd put around Orihime's neck. She wore her black leather dominatrix outfit, with privates exposed. It didn't matter to the club owner, she'd played with most of the boys and girls inside the club, so being naked in front of them wasn't an issue. Orihime, on the other hand, was a different story. Everybody's staring at me! I'm naked and everyone's looking! This is so embarrassing!' she thought, on the verge of breaking down and crying. She could practically feel the heated stares of everybody, knowing they were all looking at her naked body. She knew that her hair had been dyed and that it was hard to identify someone with different hair and with their eyes covered but she still prayed that nobody recognized her.
Rounding a corner, Madame Dominista addressed her Doll. "This lesson, Doll, is to teach you your place. How you feel about yourself is inconsequential, just as your feelings towards how everyone perceives you are also irrelevant. As my Doll, your one and only concern is to please me your only opinion of yourself should be my own. And I will humiliate you for as long as I want until this fact has been drilled into your brain. Today, you will do everything in front of the eyes of others until you no longer care whether you are inside or outside. Part of being a BDSM doll is to let go of your inhibitions and concerns for normality. In this club, the only rules are the ones that I lay down."
Orihime was feeling that same animal inside her gnawing away at her insecurities, finding the humiliation to be somewhat thrilling. It made her smile a little.
Madame Dominista saw that and smiled herself. "Good girl," she said, patting Orihime's head and removing the ball-gag. "You're learning. Now, to hammer the point home." Orihime heard the sound of leather being pressed against and realized that her Mistress was sitting on a couch. "Get on your knees and lick me in front of everyone. Just so you're aware, there are about twenty-five people watching us."
Orihime's body broke out in sweat at the realization that she was about to do something so forbidden in front of so many people. Getting down on her knees, Orihime scooted closer to the source of her Mistress's voice until she felt a hand on her head, guiding her forward. She'd been told to look up sexual acts on the internet last night so she'd be aware of what she was expected to do so she knew what her master wanted.
"Good Doll…" Madame Dominista moaned as Orihime's tiny pink tongue licked her, the BDSM slave eating her out in front of everyone. By the time Orihime finished she no longer cared about that she was doing this in front of people, her sense of modesty destroyed….
Day Five: Dominance Training
"Gahhhhh!" Orihime screamed as Madame Dominista yanked her hair back. The poor girl had been tied to an X-shaped rack, her limbs stretched to their limit. "Mi…mistress…" she whined pathetically. Her whine was met with a massive bitchslap to the face. "Glckkk!" she choked as her Mistress squeezed her throat.
"You are nothing. You are not a woman. You aren't even a little girl, anymore," Madame Dominista said with venom. "Today, you learn that you are my toy, my little bitch!"
The instant that Orihime had walked into the Rough House she'd been punished as if her very existence was a sin. Madame Dominista put a booted heel to her back and made her crawl all the way to the Black Room on her hands and knees before she'd dragged her into her personal sex-dungeon by the ankle. The lesson she was to receive was clear: "Today, you learn your place in our relationship."
Orihime's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she was choked, finding something about it exhilarating. Taking her hands away from Orihime's throat, the woman walked over to her bench and grabbed a large metal dildo. Walking back to her bound Doll, Madame Dominista ran it up and down Orihime's beautiful body before rubbing it against her pussy's pink lips. "Look at this," she said leering at Orihime. "You're so wet from just a little slapping. My Doll's such a slut."
"Mistress!" Orihime shrieked when her Mistress shoved the toy inside her wet pussy. Thankfully for her she had torn her barrier when she sparred with Tatsuki so all she felt was the burning pleasure of her hole stretching around Madame Dominista's toy. The dildo had leather straps attached to it, which Madame Dominista tied to her thighs before turning it on.
VRRRRRRRR!
"Kyaaaaaaaaa!" Orihime wailed as the toy vibrated inside her. But her screams were silenced when her Mistress shut her up with a ball-gag. "Mmmmmh!" she groaned, tears coming down her face.
"Little Dolls like you should learn your place!" Madame Dominista hissed as she slapped Orihime's breasts, watching them bounce with venomous glee. "Look at this body, it's practically tempting me to punish you, Doll!"
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
By the time she'd finished Orihime had a hard time figuring out which way was up. The whole world seemed to spin as her Mistress punished her. Her eyes flickered shut as she began to submit to the feel of being dominated. "Mmmmh…."
Madame Dominista grabbed Orihime's chin and brought her head forward until her eyes were forced open. "That's it…realize that you belong to me now."
Later….
"Ughhhhh…" Orihime groaned as she woke up, every part of her body felt sore as she realized she was in Madame Dominista's bed. The woman was sitting beside her, devoid of her dark garments. "Mistress?"
"Good. You're awake." Madame Dominista caressed her Doll's cheek. "I'm curious, Doll. Why didn't you use your safe word? You need to know that when you reach your limits, you can stop it."
Sitting up, Orihime blushed. "I know. But…" she remembered the last thing she remembered….
"AH! AH! MISTRESS! MISTRESSSS!" Orihime screamed at the top of her lungs. She was now on all fours, clawing at the concrete floor, her body covered in bruise and bite marks. Her Mistress was above her, pounding her Doll with all her might with a strap-on.
"Take it!" Madame Dominsta screamed into her ear as she fisted her hair, pulling it like the reins to a horse. "You like this, don't you?"
"Yesss!" Orihime screamed again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came for the umpteenth time. "AH! AHHHHHH!" Her head hit the floor as she blacked out from the insane pleasure.
"I uh…" Orihime blushed as Madame Dominista handed over her clothes. "I just…it felt…."
Madame Dominista chuckled. "Of course. Being dominated is an intense feeling, I know. But you learned another important lesson today: restraint. You saw what happens when you let things go too far. Remember, in BDSM, there are some limits that you have to draw the line, no matter how good or how bad it feels."
Orihime headed for the door, her legs wobbling. "Um…Mistress? Should I come back tomorrow?"
"Yes. The agreement was for one week's training. We'll pick back up tomorrow." Madame Dominista patted her Doll's head and sent her on her way….
Day six: Roleplay Training
"Meow," Orihime purred as she sat on the bed. She wore a hairband with black-cat ears, a collar with her name on it, fuzzy arm and leg bands and an anal bead cat-tail. Her Mistress sat on the bed, wearing a silky black dress.
"Good kitty…" Madame Dominista cooed, running her hand through her hair. "This lesson I'll teach you about roleplay. Roleplay isn't just about putting on collars and black leather. I've countless roleplays that I love performing." She ran a hand down Orihime's back and traced her spine. "You make such a good kitty!"
"Mrrrow!" Orihime purred, nuzzling Madame Dominista's belly.
"But what's this? It seems you've a problem with your tail…" The club owner reached around and grabbed the tail sticking out of Orihime's ass. "Let's fix that…."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Orihime gasped as she pushed and pulled the beads, stirring up her insides. "Meooooooow!"
"See? Good kitty…."
Day Seven: Final Exam
Orihime walked into the dark and cold dungeon, her body covered in black latex. Her breasts and womanhood were exposed which made her outfit feel all the more kinky. The black latex outfit clung to her skin, making her blush as she felt it hug her ass. Her Mistress was siitting in a chair waiting for her, the dark-skinned woman wearing her black leather dominiatrix outfit. "Doll," Madame Dominista addressed.
"Mistress," Orihime said faithfully as she got down on her knees. Without waiting for a command, Orihime got to work. Lifting up Madame Dominista's leg, Orihime began to lick her thigh-high boots, starting with the heel and working her way up. She didn't care how unhealthy it was. This was what her Mistress wanted, and to please her Mistress made Orihime happy. Keeping her hands behind her back, Orihime went from one boot to the other, the black leather starting to shine from Orhime's saliva. Reaching the ends, Orihime sat back and waited.
"Good. Very good," Madame Dominista said smiling proudly. "You've learned to please your Mistress without any command. Very good."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Ah,ah,ah," she said wagging a finger before rubbing Orihime's lips with it. "I never gave you permission to speak, did I?" Orihime shook her head. "Good girl. This has been such a fun week. Now then, for your final test." She stood up and walked into an adjacent room, Orihime following on her hands and knees. The room was another dungeon-style room but on a table in the middle was a single item: a black collar with heart-shaped tag that said Doll on it. "This is your final choice, Orihime. If you wish to leave now and stop, I will respect your decision. If you wish to truly become my Doll, merely put on this collar. It will identify you as my Doll to play with; you'll wear it every time you step into my club. If you wear it, you will be mine to do as I please.
The choice is yours, Orihime."
Orihime stared at the collar. That part of her that was rationale told her of how wrong it was, that she had endured enough. She had sated her curiosity for BDSM, it was enough. But then she remembered how Madame Dominista completely and utterly dominated her, opening her mind to all the possibilities and suddenly the choice seemed easy.
Madame Dominista grinned as Orihime reached for the collar and put it around her neck. Patting her head, Madame Dominsta was pleased with her new Doll. "Excellent, Doll. Now then, for today's play…"
Orihime smiled happily as her Mistress strapped her to a chair….
To Be Continued….
Next Chapter: IchigoXOrihime
