The Training of Tia Ling, Day Four

Tia Ling waits in the basement. Hands bound behind her back, blindfold over her eyes, she listens to the creak of stairs. The house masters her today. Rope bites into her wrists when she shifts. They drag her upward. Cool air hits bare skin on the upper floor. Voices murmur around her. She knows the Master is watching, plus the guests he called in for the show. Hands pull the blindfold away. Light stings. Tia squints and takes the first slap across her cheek. It warms her face. Someone bends her forward. Lube chills her skin, then fingers stretch her open. She grunts when the plug slides in. The Master walks a slow circle, eyes on every shake of her hips. He nods. A guest steps forward and grabs her hair. She kneels. The plug stays seated while he tests how far she can take his cock down her throat. Saliva strings from her chin. Another guest spreads her cheeks, checks the stretch, adds another finger. Tia’s knees burn on the hardwood. Every order comes sharp. She answers with her body, ass held high, mouth open, eyes wet. The plug moves deeper when she swallows. Sweat beads at her lower back. The room smells like leather and sex. The Master watches it all without hurry. His guests keep time. Tia Ling stays on her knees, taking whatever they give, proving she can hold.