I stepped to the barred door. “Chalmers, open the door, I’m ready to leave.” As he let me out, I nodded my head toward Janna. “Train this girl’s p***y how to pleasure my c**k. I want to find her waiting chained in my bed soon.”
During the two weeks that followed I spent my days in the cellar. Broc taught me the fine points of whipping; the proper grip, the various swings of the arm, how to aim, and where to strike to inflict maximum punishment when the girl refused to yield to pleasure. Most important is how much force to put behind each blow. Too much, and delicate feminine flesh is scarred, reducing her beauty, and thus, the price we can get for a trained s*x slave. Too little force, and she develops a tolerance for pain, increasing the time it takes to train her.
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