Slave Training of Chastity Lynn Day 1-Finding her purpose

Chastity walked in asking if we train slaves like it was the simplest question in the world. She hadn’t even glanced at anything else. That raw ignorance pulled me in. I sat her down for the interview, watched the answers come out flat, then sent her down to the armory floor to bring back rocks and prove herself. She came back with the wrong ones. Pressure cracked her fast. Rope changed everything. The second I wrapped her she softened and lit up at once. I strung her in a brutal split, legs forced wide, and let her dangle. A thick dildo slid inside while clamps dug into her nipples and stayed there, mean and steady. She floated in it, rope drunk and obedient. Last, we worked her orgasms. She thought that was all she needed. I made her wait, made her beg, made her learn exactly how little control she really had.