Learning to fake it in Sexual Servitude class - [F21/F21] [BDSM] [strapon] [lesbian] [slave training] [humiliation]

*This is an excerpt from my latest book in the "Slavegirl Academy" series. It takes place at a school where young women go to receive slave training. There is pain. Humiliation. And pleasure.*

*Faith is on her third year and is caught up in a forbidden, blisteringly hot relationship with her teacher Samara, herself a slave owned by the school. The excerpt takes place a few days after Faith has had a difficult conversation with Samara after they've made love. And it's about to get even steamier...*

[The full story, as well as the first two books, can be found here](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DQLQN1NM?binding=kindle_edition&ref=dbs_dp_rwt_sb_pc_tkin)

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The conversation with Samara still lingered in Faith’s mind a few days later as she headed to Sexual Servitude class with Piper. They were running a bit late, mainly because Piper had managed to convince Faith that they should try wearing heavy shackles on their wrists and ankles for the full day to build up their resilience. The chunky steel caused Faith’s ankles to ache, and the noise from the clattering chains was deafening.

“Okay, this might’ve been a bad idea,” Piper huffed and paused to catch her breath.

“It was your idea.” Faith adjusted the shackles around her wrists. A pleasant, warm surge emanated from her loins as the shiny steel slid back and forth across her skin. “The keys are way back at the coven, and we’re already late.”

Piper nodded. “Fine.” She took a deep breath and began walking faster, wincing with every step. “You can punish me later if you want.”

“To what end? You’re beginning to enjoy being whipped way too much.”

Piper smirked. “Yes. Yes, I am.” She blew a loose strand of the curly blonde hair away from her eyes and groaned. “I wonder if they’ll keep us restrained throughout the whole study trip.”

“Study trip?”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Faith!” Piper gave Faith a gentle push, but the shackles almost made her trip. “Where’s your mind these days? Orden mentioned it last week, he’ll say more today. It might be our last chance to see another country; who knows if we’ll live out the rest of our lives in a shed after we’re sold?”

*I just want to stay here*, Faith thought and sighed.

“You two sure know how to make an entrance,” Master Orden said when Faith and Piper tried to sneak into the Sexual Servitude class. Everyone turned to stare at the two girls making an ungodly noise. Orden rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned to the rest of the class. “As I was saying, the study trip is in a few weeks. Not every student at Ravenstone gets to experience something like this, but an opportunity has presented itself, and I think it’d be a great learning experience for you all.” He nodded at Imogen, who had her hand raised. “Yes, slave Valianti?”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a secret. You won’t be doing much sightseeing, anyway, trust me.” Orden crossed his arms and leaned against the heavy desk. “The trip is not for your enjoyment. It is meant to improve your resilience and prowess. The living conditions will be harsh, you’ll be restrained at all times, and … you’ll be humiliated. Maybe even fucked and tortured.”

A gasp went through the young girls. Faith noticed that Imogen’s lower lip began quivering, but Piper seemed oddly calm. Faith caught Orden’s steely gaze and took the opportunity to ask the question on everyone’s mind.

“Fucked by whom?”

“Prospective buyers, slave Tilly,” Orden said with a smile. “Many buyers start scouting out potential slaves at this time. Which brings me to the subject of today’s class: Faking pleasure.”

“What?” a few girls blurted out.

Orden seemed to grow a few inches, relishing the undivided attention. “Your pleasure doesn’t matter as a slave. I’ve taught you that numerous times. But that doesn’t mean your future owner doesn’t want to feel like a stud, like a god in the bedroom. Learning to fake pleasure and even orgasms will help in that regard.” He began walking down between the rows of nervous-looking girls. “Of course … you’ll have to fuck each other to practice this - no girl has ever had to fake it with me.” A few girls chuckled, but Orden did not seem offended. For once, it seemed he had a sense of humour about himself. He walked back to the teacher’s door and opened it. “I’ll have my lovely colleagues help demonstrate.”

Samara and Mistress Vaine entered. Samara was naked, displaying the incredible body that Faith had grown so addicted to. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she walked with such grace that Faith could feel herself getting wet just from looking at her, but she was annoyed to realize that a few of the other girls seemed to have the same reaction.

*She’s mine*, Faith thought as she glared at the gawking girls. The only one not staring at Samara was Imogen, who merely smiled at Faith.

Vaine walked behind Samara and wore a tight latex outfit that covered her entire body. She was a sight to behold, a vision of confidence and raw sexuality, and a large strapon was strapped onto her hips.

Faith’s stomach turned into a tight knot. Vaine was going to fuck Samara in front of her. In front of everyone. She knew that it was part of Samara’s job, but it still felt wrong. Faith struggled to breathe as she watched Vaine help Samara onto a mat on the floor. Samara leaned forward, allowing Vaine to lock her collar to an anchor point in the floor, fixing her in a vulnerable position. Samara spread her legs to open herself up, sending Faith a short look that Faith struggled to decode.

“Now, Mistress Vaine knows very well how to pleasure a woman,” Master Orden said, gesturing at the two women as if he were introducing a circus act. “But she will make no such attempt today. The strapon will not be lubricated, meaning that this will be quite unpleasant for your beloved teacher, Samara.”

Samara and Vaine both rolled their eyes at Orden’s presentation, causing a few girls to giggle, but Orden did not seem to notice.

“However, I expect her to be as convincing as possible. Just because you’re uncomfortable doesn’t mean your master wants to know that!” He clapped his hands together. “Begin, if you please, Mistress.”

Vaine nodded and knelt behind Samara, and Faith found herself holding her breath as she watched the thick, fake cock slowly enter her girlfriend. The rubbery phallus was at least eight inches long, and the tip pressed against Samara’s pussy. Samara took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was about to come.

As Vaine thrust into her, Samara gasped and moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She bucked her hips against the intrusion, pushing back against the fake cock that was now deep inside her. Samara was a natural actress, and her pleasure was contagious. The other girls in the room were mesmerized by the sight, their own bodies reacting to the display of raw pleasure. Even Faith, who had seen Samara in the throes of passion many times, struggled to figure out if it was all fake or not. There was no doubt that the friction of the unlubed shaft would hurt, but there was no sign of that on Samara’s face. Vaine made sure to fuck the chained teacher in the most boring way possible, making sure not to go deep enough to pleasure Samara’s clit, but Samara made it sound like she was being fucked by the world’s best lover.

*This … this is hot*. The knot in Faith’s stomach remained, but she she still felt pleasure seeing Samara fucked by someone else. She had always been possessive, but maybe there was a hint of cuckquean inside her after all. Every moan from Samara went straight to Faith’s pussy, and she had to fight the urge to slide her shackled hand up under her skirt.

“Y… YEEES! FUUUUCK!” Samara screamed, her entire body convulsing as a convincing fake orgasm seemed to grip her. Vaine finally pulled out, leaving the panting Samara to collapse onto her side, her collar still chained to the floor. The assembled students all clapped and cheered, and even Orden had to join in.

“See?” Samara said in a sultry whisper as she looked at the class from her place on the floor. “It’s not so hard. All it takes is a little imagination, a little acting, and you can convince anyone that you’re having the time of your life.” She bit her lip and let out a small moan. “Because that fucking hurt.”

Mistress Vaine unlocked her collar from the floor and helped Samara to her feet with a caring smile. “We’ll stay here to help evaluate your performances,” Mistress Vaine said and nodded at Master Orden. “As Master Orden has undoubtedly made clear, this is an important skill to master, dear slaves.”

Orden nodded. “Pair up! Strapons are on the table in the corner.”

“Well, about that punishment you mentioned …” Faith said and turned toward Piper.

“Actually …” Piper fiddled with the chain connecting her shackles. “I’d love to be fucked by you, but I think I’ll team with Violet today. She seems a bit nervous.” Something about the smile on Piper’s face made Faith roll her eyes. “Imogen! Over here!”

“You suck at being subtle, Piper,” Faith said with a groan.

Piper shrugged. “I never try to be. Have fun!”

Imogen came over to Faith and looked at Piper leaving. “What was that about?”

“Just Piper being Piper.” Faith smiled at Imogen. “Ready for this?”

Imogen ran her hand through her blonde hair and adjusted her glasses. “For a dry dildo in my pussy? Never. Fuck, I hate this class.”

The two girls began walking toward the table where most of the other girls were standing.

“I’ll be gentle.”

“You’re not supposed to be.” Imogen sighed and picked up one of the large strapons from the table. “I want to get better at this, Faith. I’d rather have you do it than anyone else.”

Faith did not mind being teamed up with Imogen, but ever since Piper had revealed that Imogen had feelings for Faith, Faith had struggled to find a way to act around the ambitious girl from the Persephone Coven. Piper did not know about Faith’s relationship with Samara and was trying to find ways for Faith and Imogen to spend time alone, and it was starting to annoy Faith.

“So … who goes first?” Imogen asked.

“Well, I’m already chained up.” Faith rattled her shackles and pulled down her skirt. “How do you want me, Mistress?”

“God, don’t call me that,” Imogen said and began strapping on the large, purple dildo. “That just sounds wrong.” She nodded at one of the mats on the floor. “Just get on all fours.”

Faith nodded and got down on the floor. She looked out over the classroom and saw that the other girls had paired off as well, some more enthusiastically than others. Samara and Mistress Vaine walked between the various teams and commented on their performance. Samara paused a bit longer when she was near Faith and Imogen, a small smile on her face. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, but it seemed natural to her, and she was not bothered by the fact that she was still naked.

Faith glanced over her shoulder and saw that Imogen had finished fastening the strapon and was holding the dildo in her hands. She was stroking it as if she were jerking herself off. “Come on then.”

Imogen knelt behind her and grabbed Faith’s hips with both hands. “Okay … here it comes.”

The dry dildo entered her slowly, and it hurt. It was hard to adjust to the feeling, and he first few inches were a struggle. Faith closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on something other than the pain and discomfort, and soon, she was able to relax enough for Imogen to push further into her.

She took a deep breath. “Oh … fuck.”

Imogen stopped, and she leaned forward, her warm body pressing against Faith’s. “Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?”

“No … no, keep going.” Faith felt the warmth of her arousal spreading through her, and she knew that she wanted this. She wanted to feel the full length of the dildo inside her, to feel it stretch her and fill her. The masochistic side of her embraced the experience, yet she still had to fake the moans for a while before her pussy had gotten used to the presence of the massive dildo. She began moaning in earnest as the pain subsided. “Oh, yes. Fuck me!”

Imogen obliged, thrusting into her with more force than Faith had anticipated. She was so lost in the sensation that it took her a moment to realize that someone was standing behind her, watching.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Mistress Vaine said.

“I … I can’t … help it,” Faith groaned as Imogen continued to pound her.

Mistress Vaine smiled. “You’re lucky, Tilly. A true masochist rarely has to fake it. It’ll serve you well.”

“Indeed.” Faith looked back to see Samara standing next to Vaine, her face betraying no emotion, but something in her voice told Faith that she was experiencing some of the same complex emotions that Faith had felt while seeing Vaine fuck Samara. Jealousy and arousal were a potent mix, and Faith could feel her heart beat faster in her chest. Samara’s eyes met hers, and they shared a silent moment of understanding. Faith was aching to feel her girlfriend’s touch, to have her body close to hers. She knew that they were in the middle of a class, and they would have to pretend to be nothing more than teacher and student, but their eyes lingered for a moment longer than they should have.

Imogen did not seem to notice the exchange, and she kept thrusting into Faith with abandon. Faith knew that she was close to climaxing, but she did not want to come. She wanted to stay in this moment forever, with Samara watching her with lustful eyes.

Samara nodded at her. “Show me how you’d fake it. Fake the orgasm before it becomes real.”

Faith moaned, but it was a moan of frustration more than pleasure. “Oh, God, Mistress, please …”

Samara smiled. “You can do better, slave. Let’s see it.”

Faith closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the dildo inside her, on the way Imogen was fucking her. She pulled up every ounce of energy and exploded into a convincing scream that caused a few of the other pairs to pause for a moment. She poured all of her frustration into the scream, knowing that the teachers were not going to let her come for real.

“Very good,” Vaine said. “Imogen, pull out.”

Imogen obeyed, leaving the sweaty Faith to groan with frustration. Faith looked up at Samara and saw the hunger in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to leap up and embrace her, to feel her naked body against hers, to taste her sweet lips, to feel the warmth of her skin.

The two women smiled at each other, knowing that they had to wait.