Training Day: Face Fucking the New Meat

The new slave steps in and the air turns thick. House slaves already wait—collars cinched, leather cuffs tight, each one ready to follow protocol or break it. Conflicting orders hit fast: knees down, mouth open, ass up, eyes lowered. The second the new meat hesitates, a palm cracks across her cheek, then another, quick and sharp. They work her like a duty roster. One slave pins her wrists behind her back with cold chain while another pushes her face toward a thick, waiting cock. She gags, drools, but the protocol never stops: open wider, take it deeper, thank them with wet sounds. When they flip her, the strap-on slides straight into her ass, steady and unforgiving. The chain rattles with every thrust. Another house slave demands her tongue, and she licks until her jaw aches. Between slaps and orders she learns the rules in real time—never speak first, never come without permission, always swallow. Leather bites her throat each time someone yanks the collar to correct her posture. Every hole gets used, every order obeyed, until the new meat understands exactly where she ranks.