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Tonya had one simple job today: water the master’s plants. But the foolish girl forgot. Now, she’ll learn the hard way what happens when she disappoints her owner. Alex doesn’t tolerate failure. He yanks her by the hair, delivering sharp, stinging slaps to her face until her eyes water. The rigid high-collar leather posture device makes her gaze upward, denying her the relief of looking away. Every whimper is met with another harsh grip, another demeaning insult hissed in her ear. "Pathetic. Useless. You don’t deserve air." His hands close around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her lungs burn, her body jerking against his hold. When he finally releases her, she barely has time to gasp before his fingers clamp over her nose, cutting off her oxygen completely. Her cheeks flush red, her chest heaves uselessly, and her master watches with cold satisfaction as panic floods her eyes. But the lesson isn’t over. Dragged to the floor, Tonya’s face meets the unforgiving weight of master’s boot pressing down on her cheek, her neck, grinding her into submission. She’s nothing now — just a trembling body beneath him, feeling her own shame. And then comes the real suffering. Ropes bite into her wrists and ankles as he wrenches her into a merciless hogtie, pulling until every muscle screams. Her back arches painfully, her bound limbs leave her helpless, and her muffled cries only fuel his dominance. The more she struggles, the tighter the restraints become, a cruel reminder of her place: owned, controlled, punished.