The Training of an Anal Slut, Day Two

My mind’s fixed on owning that trainee’s ass all week. From here on, the only thing getting punished is her cunt, and her gaping hole is the prize. But first—lessons. The Labor. Leftover hay stinks up the old hogtie set, and she’s on her knees cleaning it. Twenty minutes a day, every day, and I stay on her ass the whole time. Art Department’s betting she’ll never finish. She better. The Conditioning. I tie her in a brutal arch that shoves her bad pussy at the lens and at my crop. Rule is simple: hit the right note with that noisy little fuck-hole and she gets the vibe. Wrong sound and the crop cuts in. Blowing the Gimp. The gimp is always starving for fresh meat. I fasten a cruel leash to her tits, so she has one choice—swallow the thick cock all the way or feel her nipples ripped. She gags, the leash jerks, and she learns fast. Ass Slut. A simple rig pins her to the floor, ass up and spread like a dog waiting to be mounted. Before the cock goes in, I press a vibe to her cunt on high. Every buzz is punishment, not pleasure, until she’s dripping for what comes next.