Classic Shoot- Where it all Began The Training of Bobbi Starr, Day One

Bobbi Starr walked in like she owned the room. AVN Female Performer of the Year two thousand twelve, yet here she was, twenty-four, Aries, five-foot-eight, signing up for day one of training. First scene for the site. Her file said she hated hoods and tight spaces, got nervous when the rules weren’t clear. She liked canes though. Liked her cunt and ass stretched wide. Said she was good at sucking cock. Thought she was in control of everything else in her life. They didn’t waste time. They tied her down hard, caned her until she shook, then flogged the rest. When she wouldn’t talk dirty they stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, wired her pussy, and turned up the current until she begged loud enough. She came fast after that. They coated her in thick loads, hosed her off, scrubbed her raw with stiff brushes, then shoved plugs in both holes and locked a chastity belt over them. Told her the key was across town. She walked out leaking and sore, every step a reminder of what she’d taken. Later they broke into her room without warning. Roped her where she lay, fucked her hard, kept going until she was glazed and marked. Nine a.m. call time. She’d have fresh rope burns for the camera.