She said she never really felt pretty. I find this irresistible as a training device, and decide to enhance her self perception. When tinkering with a slave’s identity, it is useful to first strip the one she has now. I tell her it would be a good idea to only refer to herself as ‘pretty girl’. No I, no ME no MINE.
Today the pretty girl learns to wear a corset. She keeps her back straight, head up. Her ass is jacked up and out as she teeters around on those heels she has been strapped into for three days. Her lips a painted red, just the way she learned to do it yesterday. I tighten the corset and place her pussy firmly over the gimps probing mouth. It is time to review her homework.
I work her hard through the afternoon, making her fuck and suck the gimp in many perverse ways. I motivate her with the cattle prod, and I reward her with orgasms.
I want to watch her scream underwater. I hold her head under as the gimp’s cock rams her gaping cunt into convulsive orgasms. The air bubbles out of her pretty face and she stares.
One more day to go, pretty girl.
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