THe Training of Cassandra Nix, Day Two

The training starts with her bound tight. Rope bites her skin. A thick hood blacks out the world. A gag muffles every sound. She stands in the dark and must recite three rules out loud: respect, obedience, loyalty. A flogger lands across her back. Each strike forces the words out again. The lesson is focus. She has to keep the rules in her head while pain claws at her concentration. Next, she kneels in the blowjob chair. The gimp’s cock is already stiff. She takes it down her throat until she chokes, then pulls back to breathe. Sir reminds her she must ask for every orgasm. Her mouth works faster. When she finally comes, she has to keep sucking through the spasms, spit dripping down her chin. Last, they string her up. Her feet barely touch the floor. The gimp drives his cock straight into her. She bounces on the shaft, cunt stretched wide. He pulls out just before he finishes and shoots across her face. Thick come slides down her cheeks while he reads tonight’s homework: one handwritten page about Guy Baldwin and what his rules mean to a slave. She keeps the load on her skin as she listens, knowing it stays there until morning.