Training a College Slut to be a Cock Slave, Day One

Dallas Blaze thinks she wants this. I got my doubts. Four days of slave training is a long road, and she's barely off the starting line. She says she wants to learn. We'll see. I string her up in a mean little predicament suspension and start asking questions. She doesn't have answers yet, just nerves and that pretty mouth she keeps biting. I pull my cock out. Thick. Heavy. I tell her to use that mouth right. Lick first. Kiss the head. Open wide and take it. She gags at first, but I don't let up. She learns fast when she's got nowhere to go. Once she's got the rhythm down I bend her over and make her ride. That tight little ass bouncing, up and down, until her legs shake and she can't hold herself up anymore. Sweat's running down her back. Her breathing's ragged. I grab her hair, tilt her face to the camera. "Tell us what you learned, Miss Blaze."