The Training of a Party Girl, Day One

Audrey Hollander shows up wearing a tiny dress that does nothing to hide how her tits strain against the fabric or how that round ass fills out the sheer panties underneath. One look at her and my cock hardens. She has been taking cock in the ass and down her throat for eight years, yet she walks onto this set wary and uncertain, expecting rough handling without purpose. We start slow. I bind her full tits with rope and slice the dress away. The flogger comes out next, and between the heavy falls and the pauses I get her talking—where she is tight, where she wants more. She is eager, but she does not yet know how far to let go. I give her a taste of control so she learns the difference between pain and punishment. When her breathing evens and her eyes drop, I move on. I bend her over the bench, spread her legs, and lock her in place with hemp rope. Her asshole opens under the tension. I reach for the largest dildo on the table and sink it into her in steady, unforgiving strokes, showing her how quickly her body answers. She moans when the head pops past her rim and pushes back for more. Later, I turn my attention to her nipples. She guards them. I tell her the truth: if she lets me train them, she will come from nipple play alone. She hesitates, then nods. The scene ends with her tits bound, her ass filled, and her breath catching at every brush of my fingers across those hard, sensitive peaks.