Convincing Her to Say: “Miss Autumn, Please Train Us Both!”

by Miss Autumn

Some women do not just want to dominate their men. Some want to feel it too, in their bodies, in their skin, in their surrender.

When a woman brings her husband or boyfriend to me and says, breathless and eager, “Miss Autumn, please train us both,” that is when the real magic begins.

Understand: I still uphold the natural order. She is above him, even when she is on her knees next to him. She is my favored pet, my privileged plaything. He remains beneath us both, a tool for our pleasure, a source of service and amusement.

It often begins with them side by side, stripped and kneeling before me. She is usually trembling with excitement, he with fear. I savor that imbalance.

The strap-on is my first gift to them. I fuck him with it, hard, making him grunt and sob into the sheets. I make her watch, smiling, sometimes kissing her deeply as I thrust into him. Then I switch. I take her with the same cock, driving it into her dripping, desperate cunt while he watches, humiliated and aroused.

And then, deliciously, wickedly, I shove it into his mouth.

“Clean it,” I command.

He chokes and struggles, but he obeys, tasting himself and his superior woman mingled on my shaft. She laughs, sometimes gasps, but always obeys when I turn the same trick on her. They both learn to savor the intimacy of their shared submission.

Pain is part of the training too. Every time she hesitates, every time she fails to please me perfectly, he pays the price. A hard flogging. A brutal caning. A paddle across his ass until he is sobbing. She learns quickly: her mistakes cause his suffering. She is motivated.

But it never ends there.

I tie them in elaborate positions, frog-tied, spreadeagled, exposed. I make her ride his face until he can barely breathe while I flog his ass raw. I force him to service her with his mouth while I strike the sensitive soles of his feet. I make her slap his cock and balls with her bare hands, teaching her the sweet satisfaction of his whimpers.

Sometimes I bind them together, nipple to nipple, cock pressed against cunt but forbidden to enter. I flog him mercilessly while she has to whisper praises to me, desperate and aching. If she stumbles, he receives a brutal pegging. If she shines, she earns my fingers or my tongue.

I make him endure endless edging, bound, helpless, dripping, while she orgasms again and again at my command. He is not allowed pleasure until I decree it, and when I do, it is usually at the cost of painful, humiliating degradation: orgasming from prostate milking, or forced ruined orgasms where he cries in frustration.

Sometimes I let her take my flogger, my paddle, my cane. She giggles as she strikes him under my direction, gleeful in discovering her own cruelty. Other times, I make her straddle his face while I whip him, a constant reminder that her pleasure should always ride on top of his suffering.

Every mistake she makes, a stuttered breath, a missed cue, a moment of hesitation, costs him more. Heavy clamps on his nipples. Hot wax poured onto his thighs. A brutal mouth-fucking until he gags and tears stream from his eyes.

Their bodies are my playground. Their minds are my canvas. Their wills bend to me, and they learn that their only true satisfaction lies in pleasing me.

And at the end of it, exhausted, used, sobbing and trembling, they thank me. They beg me.

She kneels beside him, proud and ruined, and whispers the words that make my cunt throb with satisfaction:

“Miss Autumn, please…train us again.”

Ideas I have woven into our sessions include:

• Double penetration: pegging him while she rides his face.
• Forced double oral: they clean each other off my cock.
• Making him hold his orgasm while she is allowed to cum repeatedly.
• Face-slapping and cock-slapping punishments for his hesitation.
• Sharp bondage that leaves him struggling while she is left free.
• Turning his orgasms into punishments by forcing ruined, painful releases.
• Requiring her to verbally humiliate him, describing every inch of his failure.
• Hair pulling and mouth-gagging to ensure obedience.
• Forced body worship: him licking her ass while she licks my boots.
• Forced mutual degradation, spitting in each other’s mouths under my command.

There is no limit to what I will inflict.

There is no limit to how much they can be broken.

Under me, they do not just serve. They become service itself.