School of Submission, Day 1: Victoria Voxxx

Victoria steps through the door already second-guessing everything. She knows the outline but not the fine print, and that gap twists her stomach. The Pope sits her down for the first talk. He peels her open with questions until he has what he needs to steer the next four days, then he walks her into the dungeon and the game starts cold. Rules are simple and strict. She strips on command, kneels where told, keeps her eyes low until he lifts her chin. Tease and denial comes first. He works her close, then pulls back, again and again, watching how far she’ll hold the line. Every orgasm she fights for gets denied until her thighs shake and she’s begging in silence. Pain comes next. Cane strokes land on the backs of her thighs, sharp and deliberate, checking how long she can keep still when the sting climbs. He binds her mind tighter than any rope. She stays frozen in position because he said so, even when her arms tremble and the urge to bolt scratches at her. She could leave, but she doesn’t. Not until he allows it. By the time the session ends, the day feels longer than four daylight hours, and she knows she’s only just started to understand how deep this is going to cut.