Training My Lazy Girlfriend

I thought I had the perfect girl. Tight body. Wild in bed. Clean place. Blowjobs waiting when I got home from work. Then she let it all slide. Apartment turned into a wreck. Empty fridge. Dead silence when I walked through the door. She got lazy and I got stuck. I needed someone who knew how to break bad habits. The Trainer showed up and took over. He tied her wrists behind her back, pushed her onto her knees, and worked her until she remembered how to move. Every inch of her got used. Mouth. Ass. Every hole trained until she earned her keep. Now she keeps the place spotless, cooks, spreads when told, and rides like she’s been paid to perform. She stays bound until she proves she won’t slack again.