Training of Amanda Tate, Day Four

Amanda Tate struts in for day four all bright-eyed, but that fire lasts about five minutes. She’s got no gas in the tank, so we run her ragged—sweat, screams, the works—until her core gives out. Then she gets to crawl under my boot and come. We kept her pretty upper half for the next round: a vicious little blowjob gauntlet. She has to make the cock hard from across the room, arms straight out holding a rock, squatting on a vibrator, and spitting the filthiest shit she can. That blonde mouth really pours when she’s coming, but it shines brightest when it’s wrapped around gimp cock. Scene three she’s strung up like a fuck marionette, hovering over a thick shaft she’s free to ride as long as she keeps her form. She doesn’t last. Five minutes in she’s thrashing and begging, so I jab her upright with the vibrator on a stick. She pushes past her shaking thighs anyway and slams herself down on the dick we’ve chained in place. Bye-bye, Amanda. You’re a proper pussy slave now.