My foray into training has only recently begun. I never really thought of it as training until I saw some posts describing it and recognised it as what I love to do. Over the last 3 years I’ve managed to train over two dozen women, both online and IRL into truly depraved sluts. It’s been an interesting few years to say the least.
One of my earliest successes was training this tall, skinny redhead into being a cum dumpster. It was pretty easy. I didn’t even notice that I was training her, since at the time it wasn’t even something I was aware of. Even though she was an upstanding young lady and was a devout condom user, in a matter of weeks she broke down into a “breed me daddy” girl. The shift was intoxicating to watch. I could feel her resistance crumbling through every hesitant text, every late-night call where her voice trembled with shame and need. She started off so proper, insisting on protection and boundaries, but soon she was begging me in desperate, breathy whispers to fill her up and ruin her. The power of slowly reshaping her mind, turning her prim inhibitions into raw, dripping hunger, left me throbbing with excitement I could barely contain.
Since her, I’ve only refined my technique further and gotten women to go even further.
One woman I met online through a dating app about two years ago became one of my most memorable successes. She was doubtful of this skill of mine and asked me to do it to her. By this point I was pushing women into the more taboo side of fantasies (cnc, step, breeding, public play, and more). I warned her of the risks of being trained like this and she was so confident in her “will power” that she said she wanted to proceed anyway. We hadn’t met in person yet and this whole conversation stemmed from some sexting she initiated. This entire exchange was online. Within the hour I had her cumming over and over again to the fantasy of her step-father and her hooking up. I remember the exact moment her walls shattered. Her messages went from playful skepticism to frantic, typo-filled desperation as I painted the scene for her in vivid, filthy detail. She came so hard she admitted she was shaking, her thighs slick, her mind reeling. She was so upset, not at the fantasy, but the fact that she was so easily corrupted to love it that she stopped speaking to me. That sudden silence after her intense surrender only made the thrill sharper for me.
To this day I still train women online and in person. I’ve got a girlfriend now who I trained like the others. And even she’s so depraved that she wants me to do what I’ve done to her over and over again to other women. The only difference now is that I refuse to train a woman into just any old slut. Now I like to exercise my control over them and really mess them up. I love pushing their envelope to its absolute limit and making them into the PERFECT depraved slut. The rush I get when I feel them break, when their eyes glaze over with that perfect mix of shame and addiction, is unlike anything else. I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do, but I can’t get enough of the power trip. I can’t wait for the next pet to train.