The Training of an Undisciplined Little Fuck Toy, Day One

Holly Michaels is raw and dripping with heat. My heat. Her tits swell perfect and heavy, that ass bounces with every breath, and her cunt already twitches like it knows what’s coming. This week she belongs to me. I tie her nipples to buckets of stone until the strain pulls a low moan out of her throat. She thinks it’s just another shoot. It isn’t. I want to see how much the little bitch can take before she breaks. After the first round she’s shaking. I glove up, shove four fingers into that greedy hole, and pound until she’s slick and wide. Then I bury the thickest cock from the kit inside her. She squirts hard, eyes rolling, body jerking like she’s been shocked. The mix of pain and reward keeps her off-balance exactly where I want her. Next I point to the short post and its fat dildo. Reverse cowgirl, she nods, almost cocky. She lowers herself, thighs spread, and starts to ride. Minutes later those pale legs tremble, muscles locking, skin flushed crimson. Sweat streaks her face. Her voice goes from moans to fractured babble. By the time I tell her to stand she can barely straighten her knees. She’s wrecked, obedient, and already a shade more disciplined than the undisciplined toy who walked in.