The Training of Sabrina Fox, Day One

Sabrina Fox stands in the doorway, shaking. She has written what she wants. Needs. She knows her flaws too well. Stubborn. Strong-willed. Sensitive nipples that betray her fast. Loves hanging in ropes. Hates her feet touched. Comes hard when told not to. Fears stairs. Fears falling. Fears losing favor. The plan is clear. She strips. Shackles snap on. Cane waits for her new name—one hundred sixteen strokes of pain and memory. Her feet will be beaten raw. Every position drilled until muscle memory kicks in. Anal training starts today. She will fuck when told, service every filthy corner of this place, crawl on command. Come only when granted permission. Face dripping gimp spunk before lights out. Homework: one hundred ways to offer herself. Essay on duty. First task begins with the basement steps and the rot beneath them. Nothing soft. Nothing free.