The Training of Alexa Von Tess, Day Three

Three days in and Alexa Von Tess keeps coming back. She's stripped down to nothing but attitude and rope marks, wrists cinched high above her head, back arched like she's begging gravity to do its worst. He works her open with a cold steel plug, twisting it in slow circles until her breath breaks into short, sharp gasps. Every push drives deeper. Every withdrawal leaves her clenching around air. She fights the stretch at first, hips twisting, but he pins her hipbones down and keeps working. Blonde hair sticks to her sweat-slick face. The anal plug finally seats flush and she shudders, thighs trembling. He leaves it there, buried, while he wraps fresh rope around her tits, pulling the knots tight enough to bite. The brunette spectator leans against the frame, watching without a word, eyes fixed on how the rope crosses pale skin. Alexa curses under her breath. He answers by yanking the plug halfway out and shoving it back in, harder. Her whole body jolts. He does it again. She stops cursing and starts begging. The plug keeps moving, relentless, until she stops fighting and starts pushing back onto it. He smiles at that. Day three is just getting started.