The Training of Devaun, Day Three

Mistress Claire Adams watches Devaun run the Armory stairs until sweat streaks her skin and that cocky smirk cracks. The brunette stumbles on shaky legs. Claire cuffs her wrists, snaps a collar around her throat and clips on a leash. The tight leather bites. She yanks hard, dragging the quivering slave through the empty halls to the next station. There Devaun is blindfolded, forced into a brutal squat, wrists and ankles strapped so her muscles burn. Claire takes her time. A single-tail whip kisses raw skin while Claire fingers her own soaked cunt to the sound of every yelp. Devaun shakes, trying to hold the impossible pose. Claire pushes a fat dildo gag past her lips and orders her to suck. The trainee’s muffled tongue works between Claire’s slick folds until the Mistress comes with a low growl. Sweat-soaked and panting, Devaun is ordered onto the exam table on all fours. Claire slides a buzzing dildo into her tight ass, stretching the clenched ring with slow, merciless thrusts. Every deep push drags another screaming orgasm from the bound girl, her body jerking against the straps. Claire keeps the toy seated until Devaun’s thighs quake and her breath hitches in surrender. Finally Claire unlocks the restraints, leads her back to the slave quarters, and leaves her there with her homework: to think hard about what she signed up for.