thinking about training a new lover’s throat. i’ll use a toy first, just in case. i already know they’re a fighter. my shins are still bruised from the heels of their boots, but i haven’t let them see me limp. not that it would matter anyway. my chains are sturdy.
they can try to bite down all they want once i’ve forced the dildo past their teeth. i had to hold them by the hair to do it, but eventually their eyes started watering and those pretty lips parted nicely. i loosened up my grip, then. they have to learn just how good i can be to them when they behave.
still, they seemed convinced they’d be able to get away. they bit down hard, and actually thought they’d won for a second before my hand sent them to the ground.
tears well up differently with that kind of pain. it’s slower, since even their body is scared to do it now. they’re not much of a fighter after they learn just how hard i hit. fight or flight is fun, but freeze is really a beautiful thing.
if my handprint on their cheek doesn’t have them more docile once i’m pulling them back up by their collar, another few repetitions should fix that right up. if not, my boots are steel toe, and i’ve got a real fondness for revenge.