The Training of Maya Matthews, Day Three

Maya Matthews resists the program like a cat fighting a leash. Her body wants it, her mouth says otherwise. She squirms and talks over every command, tries to pull away when pleasure hits too hard. Good orgasm control, though. Shame she wastes it on attitude. Day three starts with simple rules: obey or leave. We drill her on respect, humility, presence without expecting reward. Her cock sucking still needs work, so we wire her up, tie her tight, run current until she learns to swallow without gagging. Mark Davis steps in to put a bigger cock in her throat and a firmer hand on her back. Cane marks bloom across her ass every time she slips into brat mode. We strap her down for the main course, her wrists and ankles pinned, clit swollen under a relentless tongue that pushes her straight into forced orgasms. She begs, she fights, we keep going until she begs harder to stop. Then the cane comes back, strokes timed with every thrust of cock into her ass. She whines, she complains, she works hard to escape a situation she signed up for. When she’s dripping and shaking, we unload across her face, thick ropes painting her from chin to forehead. We drag her to her room by the hair, quiz her on scene etiquette at home, and finish with a sharp spanking before lights out. She’ll learn. Tomorrow she starts again.