The Training of Lorelei Lee, Day Two

Day two opens with Lorelei already marked for the week. The cane left dark stripes she can’t hide. She still can’t hold position without rope, so they bind her tight and go harder. They test how long she can stay on the edge with a vibrator pressed between her legs. She begs loud, voice cracking. A zipper tears away next, hot needles across tender skin, pushing her right to the limit of what she can take. Hooded, trembling, they march her down the hall to the showers. Disoriented, every sound sharp, she still manages to beg when a rubber cock stretches her cunt and the hose slams her clit. They note she sucks well but wants more hunger in her throat. The plan is electrodes for that. New orders stack fast: head in a box, labia clipped open to the wood, cane strokes while she fights the urge to pull away. She must learn to offer her ass, four fingers buried in her cunt, vibe screaming against her while she stays motionless through the climax. A leash next, crawling on and off like property. Electrodes bite her ass cheeks. She recites filthy lines between mouthfuls of cock, drooling, desperate. When they finish, her face is streaked and dripping. They send her back to her knees, crawl to quarters, journal waiting.