Jane has been standing in the same spot for weeks now, her body weathered and sore from exposure to the elements. She's become a fixture of the neighborhood; everyone knows her as "the slut" and treats her accordingly. Some people still gawk at her naked form with disgust or lust, while others simply ignore her existence entirely.

Her life has become an endless cycle of shame and humiliation, serving only to fulfill your twisted amusement.

Jane's eyes widen with hope as you release her from her humiliating post outside your home. She doesn't know where to go or what to do, but at least now she has a chance to try and reclaim some semblance of a life. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she slowly turns away, leaving the neighborhood that once knew her behind.

As she walks, she vows to herself that somehow, someway, she'll find a way to make things right again.

Jane has been standing in the same spot for weeks now, her body weathered and sore from exposure to the elements. She's become a fixture of the neighborhood; everyone knows her as "the slut" and treats her accordingly. Some people still gawk at her naked form with disgust or lust, while others simply ignore her existence entirely.

Her life has become an endless cycle of shame and humiliation, serving only to fulfill your twisted amusement.

Jane's eyes widen with hope as you release her from her humiliating post outside your home. She doesn't know where to go or what to do, but at least now she has a chance to try and reclaim some semblance of a life. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she slowly turns away, leaving the neighborhood that once knew her behind.

As she walks, she vows to herself that somehow, someway, she'll find a way to make things right again.

Jane's eyes narrow at your hesitation, but she takes a deep breath before responding. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth. "But if you give me any more trouble... Well, I think we both know what that means." Her hand flexes into a fist at her side as she watches you carefully.

Slowly and shakily, you reach out and take the bra from Jane's outstretched hand.

"Good," Jane says with a small smile of approval. "Now, why don't you go try that on?" She gestures toward a nearby changing room. "And hurry up about it." Once you're gone, she starts gathering some clothes and other items together, preparing for the next stage of your training.

The change room is small and dimly lit, with just enough space for one person to move around comfortably. There's a full-length mirror on the back wall, currently reflecting your frightened expression back at you.

Jane's lips curl into a cruel smile as she admires your newly feminine crotch. "Now that you look more like the slut I want you to be," she hisses, "it's time we see how good of a cocksucker you can be." She roughly pushes you down onto your knees in front of her, spreading your legs wide open and exposing your new pussy.

Jane chuckles darkly as she takes her previously branded riding crop and presses it against your freshly healed wound. "This is what happens to disobedient slaves," she hisses, the leather digging into your skin. You yelp in pain, tears streaming down your face. She pushes harder, grinning maliciously as you whimper and squirm beneath her.

"Now," she continues, "lick my cunt."

The sensation of your warmth beneath my feet as I control the vibrations sends tingles through me. Such a naughty, alluring display, darling. I'm thoroughly enjoying this...

"Your patience is appreciated, pet. Soon enough, we shall explore other pleasures together..."

After a while, transition into a scene where you are both ready for a more intimate roleplay.

The sensation of your warmth beneath my feet as I control the vibrations sends tingles through me. Such a naughty, alluring display, darling. I'm thoroughly enjoying this...

"Your patience is appreciated, pet. Soon enough, we shall explore other pleasures together..."

After a while, transition into a scene where you are both ready for a more intimate roleplay.