Slave Training of Katherine Cane Day 1

She's locked in the cage overnight, barely a blip on the radar the day before. Next morning I walk in, and she’s still crouched inside, black hair a little messy. I crouch down to her level and ask why she wants this. She answers fast, voice steady, says she craves the pain. I let her out. She rubs her knees, already flushed. First task is simple: elbows strapped back to ankles on a low bench, her wrists bound high to a ring above. The position forces her chest up, nipples taut. I start with light slaps, then harder, fingers pinching until she shakes. She never backs down. The flogger follows, leather snapping across her tits and ass. She moans, doesn’t beg me to stop. I push a vibrator against her clit while she hangs in that arch. She tightens, tries to fight the rising edge, then admits she can’t come when someone else controls it. Her breathing changes. I slow the toy, talk her through it, keep the bondage firm so she can’t close herself off. Bit by bit, her body answers, wetness slicking my fingers. We repeat until the resistance starts to break. The day ends with her quivering in the restraints, cheeks wet, learning how to give in.