Submissive Training

Chloe Temple shows up looking too pretty for her own good. Blonde hair, wide eyes, mouth already half-open like she knows what comes next but hasn't learned to ask for it right. He ropes her down first. Chest to the floor, arms yanked back until her shoulders pull. Then the blindfold drops over her eyes and everything gets darker, tighter, meaner. The boots come next. He drags the toe across her lips until she opens. She licks the leather, slow and resentful, until he slaps the attitude out of her. The sting lands sharp across her cheek. She gasps, mouth still on the boot, and keeps going. Sybian between her thighs now. He ties her to it, wrists cinched behind her back, ankles locked to the base. The machine hums to life and she jerks. He steps in front of her, feeds her his cock, makes her choke on it while the vibrations grind between her legs. She drools down his shaft, throat working, thighs shaking. Every time she tries to pull away he slaps her again, harder, until she settles and sucks like she was told. He moves her to the bench. Face down, ass up, ropes biting into her skin. The cane cracks across her cheeks. Then the zapper. Then the flogger. She twists, yelps, bites her own lip raw. When he finally fucks her she pushes back against him like she hates how much she needs it. He doesn't slow down. Later she's flipped, wrists lashed to her ankles, knees spread wide. He canes her tits while he fucks her. Red lines bloom across pale skin. She moans through clenched teeth until the strokes turn to thrusts and the only sound left is skin meeting skin. He finishes across her face. Thick ropes over the blindfold, across her lips, down her chin. She stays where he left her, breathing hard, face painted, body still twitching from everything he put in it.