Assessing Rilynn Rae, Day One

Rilynn steps through the door with a plan. Long legs, bare tits riding high, that face that says yes before the clothes come off. She knows what she wants. She wants to stop hating the pinch of wooden pins on her nipples and start getting wet from it. She asks for the training flat-out. She wants to turn pain into heat. She also knows her legs give out too soon. So we start her on squats, real ones, knees bent deep, ass riding low until her thighs shake and her cunt opens. The goal is simple. Build the muscle that keeps a slave steady when she's riding cock from behind, taking it hard, taking it fast. Until then she pays the price for weakness. Stress positions hold her wide. Floggers mark her skin. A cock down her throat until spit runs in strings. Then she gets bent over and fucked, hard, until the squat is the only thing keeping her upright. Every breath says the same thing. Break her. Build her. Use her again.