The Training of Princess Donna, Day Three

They've gone soft on her. She craves rough hands, hard words, the bite of pain. Her mouth still needs work. We keep pounding in that she is just a fuck toy. Humility must sink in deeper. Today she learns to serve cock. Her tits and cunt belong to us, we whip them, fuck them, beat them on command. The word 'Open' demands instant obedience. Ramp up the pain until it cuts through her fog. Make her recite the homework. Who is Joseph Bean. Quiz her on politics and leather history. Take her down to the basement toilets. Introduce the bucket she will carry. Her piss is not her own, it waits for permission. Break her with cane and clamp. Reward the good girl by grinding her cunt on boot leather, let her come like a dog, tongue cleaning the mess. Show proper gratitude after each stripe. Drill that throat until it remembers its purpose. Keep her sore, empty, spent. Fist her cunt while she squats over cold piss, then lick the floor clean. She carries piss for the whole crew. Her tits get fucked while lessons are drilled home. Her cunt is bound open, clit slapped and buzzed until she breaks. Push her through stress holds with the bucket as ballast. Take that slave cunt in reverse cowgirl until she earns the hot load across her face. Remind her that true humility tastes like cold piss.