School Of Submission: Kristen Scott Day 1

Kristen Scott stands before the mirror in the dungeon, small grin on her face, eager for what's coming. The Pope enters and lays out the rules in a voice that leaves no room for doubt. Every instruction hits like a whip crack. Kristen strips while he asks questions, his eyes tracing every inch of her lithe body. He probes deeper, finding out what makes this kitten purr and what makes her scream. The air thickens with sex. Kristen grows wetter, breath unsteady, mind starting to drift. He keeps the questions coming, stripping her defenses faster than he strips her clothes. She struggles to stay focused while he studies her reactions like a hunter reading prey. Her orgasms belong to him now. He holds them back until the tension borders on pain, then lets them crash through her until her knees buckle. When she falters, the cane finds skin. He layers sting on top of pleasure, drawing sharp gasps from the same mouth that just begged to come. Each strike, each denial, every word he gives or withholds sinks her further into submission. This is only the first day.