Service Day: Domme Training

Grace stands at the foot of the bed, naked except for the leather collar around her neck. The Pope tells her to pick up the cane. She grips the rattan, hesitates, then swings. The robot stays perfectly still, sensors blinking while the cane leaves a thin red line across its synthetic ass. "Harder," he says. Grace swings again, harder, and the robot’s back arches from the impact. The Pope moves behind her, his cock pressing against her thigh, thick and heavy. He slides two fingers into her pussy without warning, checking how wet the lesson is making her. "Again," he orders, and she strikes a third time. The robot shudders. He pulls his fingers out, pushes her forward, bends her over the robot’s back. His cockhead finds her asshole, slick from her own arousal, and he pushes in slow until he’s buried to the balls. Grace gasps but keeps the cane raised. He fucks her ass in short, brutal thrusts while she practices her aim, striking the robot again and again until the synthetic skin splits. Sweat runs between her tits. The Pope reaches around, pinches a nipple hard enough to make her yelp, and tells her to keep going until the robot’s sensors go dark.