Training Chastity Lynn Day 5

Day five hits Chastity Lynn like a hammer. She shines boots until her knuckles bleed, then drops to her knees when the order comes. The man owns the room. He shoves every inch down her throat until her eyes stream and her nose flattens against his pelvis. When he spins her around, she knows what’s next. He works her ass open with cruel patience, stretching the tight ring until it yields, then drives in hard. Every thrust rocks her forward. Sweat runs down her spine. She takes it all—slaps, clamps, the relentless pace—and keeps begging for more. By the end she’s shaking, used, and still pleading for the collar that says she finally made it.