The Training of Jade Marxxx, Day Four

Day Four, final stretch. Jade is on her knees, collared now, the leather taut around her throat as she crawls. She learned that lesson raw—every tug, every stumble, every barked command drilled the posture in until she got it right. The leash doesn’t hang loose; it sits in a fist that expects instant obedience. She keeps her head low, shoulders rolling with each careful movement, eyes fixed forward. Her tongue works harder when told, throat open, no hesitation when the cock pushes past her lips and sinks deep. She takes it all, every inch, spit running down her chin. When Donna or Claire spreads for her, she goes straight to work, licking until the orders stop her. Positions flow from one to the next—back straight, knees spread, gaze locked where it’s meant to be. Speech is short and sharp: Yes Sir, No Sir, Thank you Sir. Nothing more. Her comfort doesn’t matter. Her dominant’s amusement does. She’s pushed past what she thought her limits were, scared and wet at the same time, handing over control without knowing exactly where it would lead. The training cracked her open. Now she knows how much further she can go.