Training Adrianna Luna - Day 3

Day three and Mr. Pierce is gone. No more security blanket. Adrianna shows up nervous as hell, eyes darting, shoulders tight, realizing she’s stuck alone with the trainer who likes it rough. They push straight at her confinement panic. Ropes and straps creep higher, swallowing her arms, locking her elbows, pinning her wrists until her whole upper body disappears inside the cocoon. She fights it. Twists. Tries to shake free. Bit by bit the fight bleeds out and she sinks into the tight wrap, breath coming hard. Once she’s locked down they sit her on the sybian, hips strapped tight, nothing to do but feel. The machine starts slow, then climbs. She can’t run, can’t twist away, can’t even spread her knees. All that trapped energy turns into one long, body-shaking orgasm after another, the kind that leaves her gasping and glassy-eyed inside her cocoon.