More from Vanessa

• Initiation by Cock-Control: Training Toby

  October 7, 2025

  part one of the Toby Training Tales can be read here.
  
  The moment Toby crossed the threshold of my candle-lit study, the air itself seemed to tighten around his zipper. 
  
  “Close the door, darling,”  I purred, letting my voice linger like silk over bare skin. “From this second forward, your cock answers to me.”
  
  He gulped—I felt it more than I saw it—and the game of cock control game began.
  
  The Contracting Pulse 
  
  “Strip to your t-shirt and underwear, fold each garment, then kneel.” 
  
  While he obeyed,  sliding his leather belt free, counting buttons, exposing the faint tremor in his abdomen,  I watched the cotton tent already forming. A perfect target, I thought and smiled to myself.
  
  “Hands behind your head. Good. Now breathe In through your nose only; every exhale should brush the waistband of your boxers. If that fabric moves, you earn your first cock-control correction.” 
  
  His pupils dilated. The cotton fluttered… once.
  
  “Correction One.” I traced one violet-polished nail down the hollow of his Throat. “You will stay hard For me without twitching for sixty seconds. If you soften even a millimeter, the count restarts. Understood?” 
  

  “Yes… Mistress.”  As he used The honorific, his voice cracked;  music to my ears.
  
  The Pendulum Promise 
  

  From the drawer,  I withdrew a slim, matte-black metronome and set it to 45 bpm, the exact cadence of a worshipping heart.
  
  “Eyes on the swinging arm. Each tick is a permission stroke; each tock is a denial. You may only pleasure yourself on the tick, and must freeze on the tock. We’ll continue until you can recite my full title without a stutter.”
  
  Toby’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he fisted himself once… then stilled. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Sweat beaded at his temples; his thighs quivered like tuning forks.
  
  “Refer to me again by my title, pet.” 
  
  “Mistress Vanessa, Guardian of… of…”  Tock.  *He twitched past the freeze; another infraction.  

  “Correction Two. Add twenty beats.”  I smiled, adjusting the dial slower. 40 bpm. 30. 20. Every elongation stretched his ache more sweetly.
  
  Ribbon & Reflex 
  
  When his discipline finally held steady for two full minutes,  I leaned in, breath grazing his ear.  

  “You’re learning the first rule of cock-control: my pace, my pause, your desperation.”
  
  A velvet ribbon appeared between my fingers. “Hands out.”  i bound his wrists, then looped the free end around the base of his erection—not tight enough to harm, just snug enough to remind: blood in, brain out, power: mine.
  
  “Stand. Walk to the window. The city’s watching, but they can’t see the ribbon leash tucked beneath your shirt. Yet one visible hard-on and the game ends with ice, not heat.”
  
  He shuffled, mortified and electrified.  I sipped coffee, admiring the outline, as he tried sheepishly to camouflage his erection.
  
  I am so going to love teasing and tormenting this one, I thought as I felt my clit twitch.
  

  
  Stay tuned for part three of the Toby Training Tales…
  
  

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• Submissive Training: A Rite of Passage

  October 5, 2025

  As I settled into my ornate office, the familiar scent of vanilla and sandalwood enveloped me, a comforting reminder of the intricate world I navigate. As an Occult Studies and Humanities Instructor at a quaint community college, my days are spent teaching the arcane arts. My nights, however, often involve training and playing with my submissive pets I’ve collected. Little do my students know the ways I orchestrate a subtle dance of dominance and submission in my private realm.
  
  Over the years, I’ve honed my skill in identifying potential submissive playthings amidst my pupils. Each semester, I meticulously select those exhibiting the perfect blend of intellect, vulnerability, and a natural aptitude for surrender. Today, I would extend an invitation to Toby, a captivating young specimen who has silently piqued my interest all semester.
  
  Toby, with his reserved intensity and polite demeanor, presented an intriguing mix of intelligence and submission. As our class drew to a close, I eagerly anticipated uncovering the depths of his potential for submissiveness under my guidance.
  
  During my office hours, Toby entered my lair, his shoulders slouched in a posture of humility. I smiled warmly, my gaze caressing his features as I settled into my plush chair. “Toby, I appreciate your dedication and thoughtful contributions. Your intellect and character haven’t gone unnoticed.”
  
  Leaning forward, I infused my voice with a sultry cadence. “Not everyone here teaches theory alone. The occult path can lead to…exploration. Of the self, power dynamics, and the sweet surrender to a guiding force.”
  
  Toby’s eyes widened, a subtle flush coloring his cheeks. I sensed his excitement, his desire to be part of a world beyond the mundane. “I’ve observed your natural tendencies, Toby. Your listening skills, consideration for others, and eagerness to learn all suggest a potential for submission. Under my tutelage, you could learn the ways of service, surrender, and finding your own submissive power.”
  
  As I traced a finger along his jaw, Toby’s breath quickened, his pupils dilating under my piercing gaze. “I propose a unique arrangement, Toby. An immersive education that requires dedication, trust, and a willingness to explore the depths of your own submission. Are you ready to embark on this journey with me?”
  
  In that moment, I awaited his response with bated breath, thrilled by the prospect of guiding a new submissive plaything. Toby’s potential was vast, and I relished the thought of molding him into a devoted servant, eager to please and serve me in all ways imaginable. The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of shaping a novice…it was a tantalizing prospect, one I looked forward to unfolding with utmost care and devotion.
  
  “So, Toby, would you accept my offer and step into the realm of the occult, of delicious submission, of surrendering to your instructor’s will? The path ahead promises to be a journey of discovery, pleasure, and the deepening of our bond. The choice, as always, is yours…but I have a feeling you’re already enticed by the promise of the unknown.”
  
  {Stay tuned for Part 2 of Toby’s Submissive Training…}
  
  
  
  
  

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