Models: Bruce Venture & Riley Reid
Callie hadn’t been sure if Finn would still be in the mood to fuck by sunrise. They’d spent all of the previous night indulging in hours of shameless sin, and by the time they collapsed in an exhausted heap they were barely lucid enough to remember their own names. That kind of passionate marathon could leave even the most avid deviants drained. So, when she was roused by the warm light of the sun glowing through the closed blinds, she hadn’t been surprised to find her lover still sound asleep.
At one time Callie would have simply laid beside him, admiring his handsome profile and nuzzling against his athletic physique. But she was a student of the Program now – and the secretive academy of corruption had taught her well.
Slipping out of bed she’d made herself presentable for her client. The delicate red and black lingerie was complimented by the twin roses she slipped into her wavy hair, one of each colour, while the palette was continued by her patent leather heels and crimson lipstick. Only the silver metal bands of her collar and cuffs interrupted the colour scheme, though even they were fringed with black leather.
When Finn finally awoke, Callie was a picture of submissive beauty. She had laid the leash of her collar on the bed beside him, waiting to be claimed, as well as deftly cuffing her hands behind her back. Even if he hadn’t been in the mood to fuck, he certainly couldn’t have faulted her commitment.
But if the ravenous way he was eating her out now was any indication, last night’s orgasmia had not blunted his hunger for her in the slightest.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fu–’ Callie’s babbling was cut off as Finn’s tongue ran over her swollen clit. The bolt of euphoria shattered the words in her throat and when they reached her tongue they emerged as a strangled whimper. ‘You’re… so… good…’ she managed eventually.
‘Well, I did get a little practice last night,’ he said, the grin audible in his voice as he came up for air. With her face buried in the soft black rug Callie couldn’t see his face, but she heard him lick his lips of her pussy nectar.
To Callie’s mind, calling what Finn had done to her last night ‘a little practice’ was like calling her time at the Program ‘a little arousing’. Before he even undressed he had eaten her out for so long she thought she might go mad. Only once he had her writhing desperately on the bed did he pull back and finally allow her to undress him, by which time her hands were trembling so violently it took her five minutes just to unbutton his shirt.
All of the men Callie had serviced since beginning her training were invariably insatiable, though for the most part their lust manifested solely as a need to be satisfied. Callie didn’t mind that – like every student of the Program, it was her need for true submission that had led her to sign up in the first place, so the idea of a life spent worshipping her Master’s body in any way he desired was a dream come true.
Until now, the clients she had satisfied during her time in the Program’s Immersion Rooms had not deviated from the norm. The rooms were a fairly new addition to the training regime aimed at helping submissives form more profound bonds with their potential sponsors. Of course, the Program had always sought to pair Dominants with their perfect submissive, but the Immersion Rooms made the whole process much smoother.
Once a week each student would be expected to attend the rooms, at which point they would be paired with a Dominant looking for somebody to sponsor. There was no time limit on how long a Dominant could spend in the room they had been allotted, and though most pairings usually lasted only a day or so, one of Callie’s friends, Ruby, had once remained in her room for a whole week. She had emerged dazed and drained, and it had taken several days for her to regain her senses enough to explain that she had been offered to an shamelessly hedonistic married couple who took it in turns to fuck her senseless over and over again. Despite her exhaustion, Ruby was delighted to discover that the couple had agreed to sponsor her.
Callie’s longest slot had been two days, but so far none of her clients had decided to claim her as their own. Still, Callie didn’t resent any for their lack of interest in her. After all, even though the Immersion Rooms were designed to give Dominants a taste of the submissives available to them, that taster ran both ways. No sponsorship was ever confirmed until the submissive agreed to it. Their word was final, and the establishment’s tutors always emphasised the importance of only accepting a Master or Mistress with whom the submissive truly connected.
And though Callie had been attracted to all of her previous pairings, she had never felt that kind of bond with any of them.
But Finn was different. His dominant streak was just as intense as any of her former amours – indeed, her ass still stung from the savage spanking he had given her last night – but unlike so many others, he was more than happy to channel that domineering energy into worshipping her body too. He seemed to relish it, in fact, and whether he was eating her out, sucking her tits or tenderly kissing her soft skin with something between adoration and reverence, he effortlessly managed to make her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.
In truth, Callie had always imagined that a Dominant with tendencies like Finn’s would be boring. On the contrary, she had never been hornier. Because while he was capable of astounding sensuality, his whims could shift in a single breath. One moment he could be slowly fingering her while they made out, the next he threw her to the bed and drove his cock between her lips until her eyes rolled. The net result was that Callie had the distinct sensation of being a leaf in a storm, eternally at the mercy of a force she could neither predict nor resist. And after just one night it was an experience she had become irrevocably addicted to.
Fortunately for her, Finn remained just a unpredictable now as the previous night.
Callie was beginning to think Finn might actually keep eating her out forever when he pulled back again. Little did she realise that while he’d been suckling her juices he had used the distraction to surreptitiously wind her leash around his hand. Now, before she could even process that he had pulled away, he surged to his feet and pulled her up after him. The collar dragged her to her knees, and with her hands still cuffed behind her back she had no way to resist when he pressed the head of his dick on her panting tongue – not that she had any desire to stop him, of course.
‘Feeding time, slut,’ he growled. Then, gripping her leash tight to hold her in place, he drove deep and hard down her throat.
To her credit, Callie maintained her composure impressively well. Lesser submissives would have gagged at the sudden oral invasion, but she swallowed him easily, and when he pulled out from the first thrust a smear of lipstick speckled his shaft just below the head.
The smear wasn’t alone for long.
Though most of the time Callie’s training kicked in, it was moments like this when she could simply savour the submissive thrill of being used. Finn didn’t need her to do anything but kneel and allow him to fuck her face, and with no other task at hand Callie surrendered to the waves of arousal that swamped her system.
Every tiny sensation added to the pleasure. The tap of her swaying necklace against her sternum. The press of the collar on her bulging throat. The caress of her panties against her thighs where Finn had left them; the tingle of pussy nectar trickling over soft skin; the tickle of her hair on her shoulders and spine as his pumping cock rocked her back and forth. Together with dozens of other little experiences they blended to form a cocktail that fused slutty desire through her veins and left her giddy.
This was what she longed for every day. This was why she joined the Program. This was her happy place.
Her thoughts hazy amidst a mental fog of lust, Callie was still lucid enough to notice Finn’s gaze repeatedly flicking to the leather tantra chair nearby. She’d suspected he had the intention of making use of the luxurious sex seat from the moment he drove her down to the rug beside it, though in the ecstasy of his lapping tongue that thought like all the rest had melted away. Now though she could see the hunger in his eyes, the temptation to relive all the depraved things they had done on the chair the night before.
Fortunately, in the Program’s grounds such temptation was always indulged.
Callie’s body sang as she rode Finn’s rigid cock. Usually the extent of conversation between her and her clients was limited to filthy promises and growled orders, but last night Finn had used her arousal to pry all sorts of sordid secrets from her, including the admission that riding was by far her favourite position. She adored the blend of control and submission it provided, allowing her to direct the speed and rhythm of their passion while the view of her lover served as a constant – and deeply erotic – reminder that each instinctive motion was expressly made in the pursuit of his pleasure.
And as she looked down at him now, her lingerie abandoned and her face a mask of twisting pleasure, Callie felt the tether between her mind and body slowly beginning to fray. Subspace was by no means a new experience for her, but until now only her tutors had managed to sink her into that blissful headspace, never a client.
Later, when she was once again lucid enough to think straight, Callie would realise that Finn had been deliberately pushing her towards the brink. Later still he would admit in person that he’d wanted his words to be what unwound that final tether, setting her mind fully adrift and reducing her body to a living toy for him to play with.
But in that moment, as her body rolled against his in sensual waves, she could do nothing but accept her fate as his words made her mind unravel.
‘I have a little secret to tell you. Last night, while you were sleeping, I paid a visit to Doctor Winters’ quarters. Based on the screams coming from his bedroom I figured he wouldn’t want to be interrupted, so I left a note on his desk. It wasn’t a long one. In fact, apart from my signature, there were only five words: I want to sponsor Callie.’
Callie’s training had ingrained the impulse to continue serving her Dominant no matter what. As such the rhythm of her riding didn’t falter for a second as his words sank in. But behind her eyes everything froze, as if her thoughts had just ground to a halt and her soul knocked into a daze. She wanted to groan, but the sound wouldn’t come.
‘I imagine he’s read it by now. Maybe he’s even drawn up the contract already. All you’d have to do is sign it and you can be my princess forever. Of course, I wouldn’t be able to take you home straight away. You’ve still got several months of training to complete, not to mention your final assessments. But as you know, once a sub has agreed to a sponsor their Dom can visit them every weekend to strengthen their bond. And I wouldn’t miss one.’ He paused for a moment, allowed her to process his revelation. ‘So, what do you say? Do you want to be mine?’
Callie’s mind was hanging on by a thread. She felt like Alice tumbling through a world of whimsy and dreams. And as she fell her thoughts latched onto one particular word.
‘Princess,’ she breathed. ‘I could be your princess.’
Finn gave her a reassuring smile. ‘You certainly can. And every princess needs a throne. Lucky for you I have one that you can sit on any time you like. Here, let me show you.’
With most of her consciousness already wallowing in subspace Callie was little more than a mannequin, so it was the work of just a few seconds for Finn to ease her up off his cock, pivot her around, then bring her back down again. Now facing away from him she sat on his lap as if he were indeed a throne – or at least a very hot, very hard, very horny substitute. Her hands found his thighs and clasped them tight while he curved one hand around her hips to play with her quivering clit.
‘There you go, your highness,’ Finn whispered, kissing the skin between her shoulder blades.
Once again assuming a sensual rhythm, Callie’s lucidity rapidly began to fade. Her body burned with euphoria as the pleasure of the present mingled with the fantasies of the future they would now share together.
It was only in her last few seconds that Callie realised she hadn’t answered Finn’s question.
‘Yes. I want to be yours. Always yours.’
Her words caused an image to flash through her mind: her signature on the contract that would bind her to her perfect Dom.
If Finn made a response she didn’t hear it, for that single image severed the final thread, and from that point on Callie knew nothing but the sensually soothing embrace of total submission…
Thanks for reading!
As I’ve said for many other stories before, this gallery has been on my to-be-written list for quite a while. However, unlike many others before it this one has been attached to the same basic idea since the very beginning, by which I mean that it was always intended to be a Program story. Originally I planned to set this after the main character’s training was complete, and for her to be sponsored by a kinky hotel who would provide her to their more discerning clients for a handsome fee, however when it came to actually writing this the gallery felt like it had more romantic vibes to it, hence why I shifted to this idea instead.
It’s a relative rarity for an idea to sit waiting to be written for so long when the core idea is pretty much decided upon. Most of the time anything that waits that long is just a gallery with no idea attached, or one where I’ve come up with an idea but I’m not especially sold on it. I think the reason this one took so much time is that, while I very much enjoy adding to the Program, I’m conscious that it’s probably the only ongoing storyline which completely excludes any physical transformation. And even though many of my stories don’t actively show any transformations ‘on-screen’ as it were, they do still investigate the consequences of those that have already happened. The Program is by far the most grounded storyline I’ve written, and as such it kicks out any magic or drugs in favour of realism (at least, as much realism as you’re likely to find on this blog), which arguably isn’t what many of my readers come here to read.
That said, I really enjoyed writing this. Granted, it may not be to everybody’s tastes, but sometimes a dash of realism in amongst the more weird and wonderful content I produce normally is a fun change of pace. It’s the kind of thing that helps me flex my creative muscles in a slightly different way, which is always a welcome challenge. As such, I have no doubt I will add more to this world in the future, though as yet I don’t currently have any further stories written up. Still, if you enjoyed this and haven’t already, I implore you to go read my other Program stories as I think they’re all just as fiendishly fun as this.
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