Promotion of o

Odile—called o—came through the House training hungry for the collar. Then she got cocky. Word slipped out that she expected the promotion, so the Masters turned the final tests into punishment. They ran her hard: cane across her ass, clamps biting her nipples, anal hooks pulling her open while she tried to hold position. She shook, dropped things, lost balance, but she never quit. When they finally locked the steel around her throat, her knees gave out. Tears ran down her face, mascara streaking black on blonde hair, because the girl born to serve finally had a name and a place. Once the collar was set, the House slaves came at her like wolves. They bent her over benches, took her ass, traded her mouth, fucked her in every hole while guests watched and drank. Every thrust drove the new collar against her skin, reminding her she’d earned every inch of it.