50 Shades of... Slave Training of Kristina Rose

Curiosity drags her in. Night falls over a pub table sticky with spilled beer. The girls laugh, drinks in hand, until the door opens and a man walks through leading a girl on a short leash. One of them sees the collar and the way the slave girl keeps her eyes on the floor, and she tells the others. They trade whispers, some shocked, some amused, some disgusted. She stays quiet until the itch wins. She stands, ignores the warnings, and crosses the room. She knows the language. She answers his questions without stumbling, and that gets his attention. He studies her for a moment, then makes the offer flat out: come with him now and begin, or walk away. She chooses to go. The next hours break her down. Rope bites into her wrists, clamps tug at tender flesh, the cane marks red lines across her ass. He keeps her on edge, forces her to hold positions while pain and pleasure twist together. Every time she falters he reminds her she begged for this. She looks up with a small, knowing smile, sweat on her face, and nods for more.