School Of Submission: Liz Jordan - Day 1

Liz Jordan sits in the room, hands tight on her knees. She tries to speak, but the nerves choke every answer. The Pope watches her. He lets the silence do the talking. Then he stands, moves in, and locks a collar around her neck. Ownership claimed. No more porn performer, just the girl who asked for this. He rips the clothes off her body. Nipples catch cold steel. Clamps bite down. She flinches. Tries to pull back. He doesn’t let her. One by one he shows her the tools that will mark her. She bites her lip, looks for an exit that isn’t there. He steps closer, beard brushing her cheek, and tells her there is no quit. Only forward. She shakes, fights the urge to beg out, but the fight melts fast. Tears slip free while he keeps pushing, voice low and steady. Sweat runs down her back. Black hair sticks to her face. She breathes through it, digs deeper, and stays on her feet until the session ends. First day done. Four to go.