Reeducation

Emma, ​​prostrate in her SUV cage, was absorbing the events with Mistress Adeline, beginning to recover. She had experienced her first defeat with her trainer, her first limit. She had stopped crying when they arrived.

Mistress Adeline took her in her arms as she let her out of the cage.

• Come on, come on, my love, I'm not going to break you. I wanted to make you realize that nothing is absolutely submissive, and to make you realize that you have limits. I'm going to reeducate you to transcend yourself, to become a submissive who lives only to obey, do you want that?

Emma nodded.

• Oh yes, Mistress, I am yours, teach me.

Mistress Adeline smiled with a little nostalgia. Without another word, she put a leash on Emma's collar and led her out into the courtyard to join the harem.

She entrusted Emma to a servant who took her to wash, and did makeup not only on Emma's face but also on her breasts and genitals. The young star particularly enjoyed this moment with young Gladys, who managed to make her laugh and discovered that Gladys was Mistress Adeline's favorite dog, who had the privilege of sleeping with her, but that from now on, she would also share her room when she wasn't with Mistress Adeline.

From now on, Emma left her cell for a luxurious room. However, she could still be taken by a guard and subjected to the worst insults, with or without cause. Gladys, while explaining her new situation, remained silent and bowed her head as soon as a guard saw them.

When Emma laughed a little too loudly, a guard put her on a pillory. The whip cracked many times until Emma screamed and begged, but this time she enjoyed this moment where she was alive, no past, no future, just the presence of the whip that radiated such delicious pain. Her breath was in short gasps.

When he finished, he presented his penis and sodomized her roughly, without concession. Emma shook her head at this cruel invasion that pounded her mercilessly. But the pleasure rising within her came from her helplessness, from enduring the worst without having to conform to a societal model, but simply reacting to her impulses of fear and desire. She was alive at last. She came the moment she felt the sperm spill inside her.

The guard presented Gladys with his sex, which she conscientiously cleaned without any ****. Emma told herself that this was true submission, but as if to silence her thoughts, another guard appeared and penetrated her suddenly, her vagina protesting, causing her more pain than she expected.

She was a thing existing only for the pleasure and desire of others. From now on, she had to learn to no longer want but to be the **** receptacle of their impulses. Her will was an illusion that she had to kill; such was her goal.

Gladys freed her after four guards had emptied themselves inside Emma, ​​who was panting. Her partner collected the sperm flowing from Emma with such skill that Emma saw any doubts about her choices disappear. She enjoyed her situation infinitely, but especially that little tongue that sought to extract every last drop from her sex.