Obedience: The Training

She woke up still gagged.

The inside of her thighs was sticky with need.

The metal plug had shifted in her sleep -- each movement a reminder that she was owned, filled, watched.

Ashley pulled the ball gag from her mouth slowly, strings of drool clinging to the strap. Her jaw ached, her lips were swollen. And she loved it.

She didn't move for several minutes.

Not until her phone buzzed.

5:58 a. m. -- a message from Sir.

"Day 3. Tasks begin. Plug stays in. No panties. Breakfast naked. Kneeling. Hands behind back."

She swallowed hard. Stood.

Her knees wobbled a little as she walked to the kitchen, completely nude except for the silver weight still resting inside her.

Andrew was already there, reading the news.

He didn't look up.

"Kneel."

She obeyed instantly. Hardwood floor. Back straight. Hands clasped behind her.

"Good girl. We're increasing expectations."

His tone was calm. Smooth. Even kind, if you didn't listen too closely.

"Today you will complete the following:"

He slid a handwritten list across the table.

Ashley read it without moving her lips.

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Today's Tasks:

1. Wear plug until 10:00 p. m. -- no removal, no excuses.

2. Submit 3 photo check-ins throughout the day.

3. Edge twice -- no orgasms. Record both sessions.

4. Complete all chores in heels only.

5. Make one voice recording: beg for your punishment. Cry. Mean it.

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"Any questions?"

"No, Sir."

"Then begin."

He stood, left his coffee half-finished, and walked out -- leaving her on her knees, wet, obedient, and shaking.

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9:12 a. m. -- Check-In #1

Ashley stood in the mirror.

Heels on.

Naked except for the plug.

She lifted one leg onto the chair and snapped a photo between her thighs -- slick, red, stretched.

She attached a short message:

Check-in 1. Plug still in. Leaking already. I want to be slapped. Tied. Used. Denied. I'm disgusting. Please break me today.

Send.

Seconds later:

"Not yet. You'll know when I start."

Her legs went weak.

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11:38 a. m. -- Edge Session 1

She lay on the couch, legs open, wand buzzing gently against her clit. The second her muscles started to tighten, she lifted it away and sobbed.

Over.

And over.

And over.

By the third time she was shaking, a mess of sweat and spit, and screaming "please please please please" -- she hit record.

Sent the audio.

"Toy begging. Session one. I hate how much I need it."

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1:04 p. m. -- Chores

Laundry. Dishes. Trash. Sweeping.

All in heels.

Plug shifting.

She bent to grab a sock and nearly moaned -- her legs twitching at the pressure. At the ache.

She caught herself in the hallway mirror. Bent over. Plug out.

Dripping.

She took a photo.

Captioned it:

"Check-in 2. Toy's a mess."

Send.

Reply:

"It'll get worse. Clean the floor with your tongue."

She obeyed.

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4:47 p. m. -- Edge Session 2

She gagged herself this time. Just to keep quiet.

Her fingers shook holding the wand.

One minute of bliss.

Then three more of begging.

Then five of silence, just crying into her sheets, cheeks hot, mouth full, thighs clamped.

She sent the audio.

"Session two. Broken. Please ruin me."

Reply:

"Later. For now: crawl to the living room. Wait."

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5:12 p. m. -- The Living Room

She crawled.

He was already there, sitting.

Calm.

Watching her move like she was prey.

She knelt.

He stood.

Walked a slow circle around her.

"You've followed every task."

She nodded.

"Except one."

She froze.

"You forgot the voice recording. The one that mattered."

Her stomach dropped.

He leaned down.

"Where's my punishment begging, toy?"

She shook her head. "I... I was going to... I just--"

"No excuses."

He stood tall.

"You want punishment?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You've earned it."

Ashley's heart thundered in her chest.

She was already kneeling.

Already wet.

Already afraid.

Andrew stood over her, rolling up his sleeves calmly.

"You missed an assignment. A direct order."

She nodded.

"So I'll punish you in two parts. First: discipline. Then: shame."

Her breath caught.

He gestured to the couch.

"Bend over. Hands on the cushions. Legs wide."

She obeyed instantly, trembling as her chest dropped onto the seat. Her ass arched up instinctively -- trained by years of sketching her own fantasies, her own filth.

He walked into the kitchen.

She stayed frozen.

When he returned, he held a wooden spoon.

She whimpered.

"Count. Loud."

The first slap cracked across her right cheek -- sharp, loud, shocking.

"One, Sir."

The second followed just as quickly.

"Two, Sir."

By ten, she was shaking.

By fifteen, she was moaning.

By twenty, she was soaked down her thighs.

He stopped.

Ran his hand between her legs.

"You're filthy. You love this."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now comes the fun part."

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6:23 PM -- Downtown Café

Ashley walked three paces behind him.

Still sore.

Still plugged.

Still soaked.

She wore a long coat over a loose white dress, collarbone exposed, no bra underneath.

No underwear.

No dignity.

They entered the café. Quiet. Hipster. Intimate.

Andrew ordered for both of them.

Then turned to her.

"Toy will be having the iced chai. She's feeling... hot."

The barista blinked. Then smiled slowly.

Ashley flushed.

They sat in the corner booth.

He handed her a folded slip of paper.

"When the drinks arrive, you'll read this aloud. To me. Loud enough for the barista to hear."

Her hands shook as she unfolded it.

The paper read:

"I came twice today without permission. I was supposed to beg for punishment and didn't. I'm not just disobedient. I'm desperate to be corrected. Please help me become a better toy."

She looked up at him -- eyes wide, pleading.

He said nothing.

The drinks arrived.

The barista smiled politely. Placed the drinks on the table. Gave Ashley a once-over. She was clearly sweating.

"Anything else?"

Andrew nodded at her.

"Yes. My roommate has something to say."

Ashley nearly choked.

The barista waited.

Ashley's lips trembled. She gripped the note, then began reading aloud.

Her voice shook.

The first sentence came out soft.

"I came twice today without permission..."

The second was worse.

"I was supposed to beg for punishment and didn't..."

She couldn't look up.

The last line was barely a whisper:

"Please help me become a better toy."

Silence.

The barista smirked.

"Whatever helps her sleep at night, man."

He walked away.

Ashley buried her face in her hands, shaking, legs clamped together under the table.

Andrew sipped his coffee.

"Next time, you'll say it to a stranger on the street."

She nodded.

Whispered:

"Yes, Sir."

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9:04 PM -- Apartment

She wrote her report naked, standing in the corner, arms behind her back.

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Nightly Report -- Day 3

Sir,

I failed you. I disobeyed. And you punished me.

You made me scream into the couch. Made me beg through tears. My ass still stings. I've never been so wet.

The café... Sir, I wanted to die. I couldn't believe you made me say it. But I've never felt more like yours. I want more. I want worse. I want to be your example of perfect, obedient shame.

Please make me lower tomorrow. Make me less. I need to deserve your ownership.

I'm plugged. Corner. Waiting.

- Toy

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His reply came ten minutes later:

"You're not broken yet. But you will be."

She smiled.

And leaked down her thighs.