Anal Training Miss Daisy, Day One

Daisy Ducati walks onto the set with three goals written on paper: lose her fear of the cattle prod, lose her fear of the single tail, and get a cock up her ass. I tell her to strip. She peels the clothes off, holds the prod in two shaking hands, and touches the tip to her thigh. Blue spark, instant scream. I watch the fear bloom on her face and feel my own grin stretch wider. Next I string her up, legs spread, and I hook her cunt open with clamps so every wet fold is on display. A thick dildo stand waits below her. She lowers onto it thinking the ride will be simple; the stand has broken tougher girls than her. Her thighs shake, hips jerk, and sweat runs down her belly while she learns how fast the thing can flip from pleasure to pain. I move her to the pile-driver bench. Her wrists and ankles are locked down, her knees pulled to her chest, and a thin rope keeps her asshole stretched wide. A vibrator is taped against her clit. I start with one finger, then two, opening her slowly. She’s never had real cock back there, and every slow push makes that clear. I can feel the tight ring fighting me, but I keep working it. By the end of the day she’ll be an inch closer to taking everything I plan to shove into her. Every cry earns a new rule. Every flinch earns a correction. I drive the rules home, watch her crack, and promise myself that before the week ends, Miss Daisy will be my dedicated little ass slut.