BDSM Training with Goddess Brighton 1-800-601-6975

You come to Domination Boot Camp because you are looking for more than just a phone sex experience. You want instruction and BDSM training, you want a Domme to not just tell you what to do, but own you and mold you into a suitable slave. It appears you’re in luck today, fuck-meat, because I’m going to pound you like wet clay and when you’re broken and weeping and compliant, then perhaps you will be worthy to be owned by me. But be forewarned, you’re about to meet my mean mistress side, and she is quite the sadist.

Domination Boot Camp at Fort Brighton

From the moment you step through those doors, you are no longer human. You are nothing. And as nothing, the first order of business will be to remove ALL clothing. DO IT QUICKLY, because this whip I’m holding? Well…. you will feel it crack against your skin if you don’t move when I tell you to move.  Once you’re naked…. Oh… are you laughing? You think this is a joke? *CRACK* Oooohhh, that stings doesn’t it? Would you like another, or have you had enough already? Now where was I.. ah yes, once naked, you are to pick up every article of clothing and fold it neatly, and place it on the loser shelf. Mmmm, and by the way, you have 10 seconds to do all of that. You’re going to fuck it up aren’t you? *CRACK* You’re fumbling and trying to do exactly as I said now, because you just realized you really don’t like the sting of my whip. TOO BAD. *CRACK* You are dropping things and crying out in pain as my whip snaps your ass, thighs, and back. And I seem to be hitting allllll the really sensitive spots. You’d better hurry up.

BDSM Training

You will be given a series of commands, and you are to complete each and every one of them perfectly. I do demand such, no mistakes for this witchy femdom. I will accept nothing less than 110% from you if you want to be my slave. So the first command is to go get me a bowl of ice cubes. You have 10 seconds. Looking around the dungeon you realize you have no idea where the fridge is, let alone a bowl. You feel the crack of my whip again as you scurry around frantically, shrieking and crying. And then the begging starts, but I didn’t ask you to beg, did I? I asked for a bowl of ice cubes. My my… if you can’t follow simple instructions given to you, boy are you gonna have a hard time here. But you will learn, that I set traps for you so eloquently, and that no matter what you do, or how much you whimper and beg, you and my whip, are going to be VERY good friends.

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