The Training of Lorelei Lee, Day Three

Lorelei Lee knows the rules by now. She asks before she cums, she says thank you after each strike, and she keeps her eyes down until told otherwise. Still, the moment she fidgets the crop lands again, because perfect obedience is the only thing on the table. Day two’s head box left her rattled. Breathing turned shallow inside that dark cube and her shoulders shook; when the lid came off she looked shell-shocked, but a few quiet minutes later she was back on her knees, hungry to prove herself. Permission given, she attacked the cock in front of her, throat opening, spit running, balls getting equal worship until the load painted her tongue. Now the next lessons line up fast. Someone will kick her door in at night, rope her while she’s half-asleep, and pound her ass until she sobs for release. Another top will spread her across a velvet settee, a book in her bound hands, while two cocks trade between her cunt and her mouth. Later the lights go off, a heavy bag seals over her head, chains pull her off the floor, and whips stripe her swinging body until a wand forces screaming climaxes out of her in mid-air.