The Training of Maya Matthews, Day Two

Day Two. Maya Matthews still won't give a straight answer. She keeps muttering about 'getting there' while we drag her into the basement to work on that attitude. She hates dirt, and it shows—every smear on her skin makes her cringe. We leave her in a stress position until her legs shake, and she barely makes a sound. When she does open her mouth, it's all whining and cursing, followed by some empty threat about her dominant coming for her, then the usual backpedal. She keeps name-dropping past training like it should count for something. It doesn't. We get sick of the mouth and fuck her until she's quiet, filthy, and naked. Then we shut her in the closet until she promises to drop the brat routine. We'll see if she remembers it tomorrow.