Training Dylan-Day 5 Live Show-Final Test

She’s barely holding it together on day five, and we both know it. The endurance test hits her early and already she’s shaking. One wrong breath and she’ll crack, but she’s got her mind set on earning the title of respected slave and nothing short of breaking will stop her. Extreme rope and constant punishment chase her from dawn till dark. Her shoulders burn. Her skin screams. Every hour I tighten the screws and every hour she swallows the pain without tapping out. By the time I stretch her out on the bench, her muscles are shot and her will’s hanging by a thread. She’s still dripping with sweat when I lock her ankles wide. I drive the vibrator against her clit and she explodes—hot, sudden, uncontrollable. One gush, then two. I keep the toy in place and rip another from her, then another. Her back arches, her thighs tremble, and she can’t shut it off. Every orgasm leaves her more drained, more raw. I take what I want until her belly’s slick and her voice cracks from begging mercy she doesn’t really want. She wanted to prove herself. I made sure she proved it hard.