Sissy Training starts the second Zuri steps in.
She doesn’t speak… she just looks at them with that bored, unimpressed stare that makes grown men feel like idiots.
Three trainees.
Three wannabe tough guys.
Three egos she’s about to snap in half.
Her whip taps against her thigh as she walks past them like they’re furniture she’s already tired of.
Then the cocky one opens his mouth.
“You’re really doing the whole ‘strict act’ tonight, huh”
CRACK.
The whip slices across his back before he finishes the sentence.
He jerks. The others freeze.
Zuri rolls her eyes like she’s annoyed he even exists.
“You barely breathed and you already irritated me,” she says flatly. “Impressive.”
He tries to straighten up. “I wasn’t…”
CRACK.
She doesn’t even aim hard this time… she aims to humble them.
“Don’t explain,” she snaps. “I don’t care.”
She steps right in front of him, grips his chin so tight he winces.
“You think I need your commentary? You think I asked for your opinion? No. I asked you to stand there and shut up, and somehow that’s already too advanced for you.”
She shoves his face away like she’s wiping dirt off her hands.
The other two stand perfectly still, terrified of even thinking too loudly.
Zuri turns to them slowly.
“What?” she asks, eyebrow raised. “You confused? Want to try your luck too?”
They shake their heads immediately.
“Smart,” she mutters. “At least someone here has a brain cell.”
She starts pacing again, the whip dragging lightly behind her.
“You’re all here because you need structure. Correction. Someone to fix whatever disaster you call a personality. And lucky you—” she smiles without warmth, “I’m in the mood to break things down tonight.”
Her gaze slides back to the cocky one.
“You. Front of the line. If you’re going to waste my time, do it where I can see you.”
He moves instantly.
“Took you long enough,” she says under her breath.
She circles all three, every step slow and cruelly deliberate.
“Here’s how this works,” she says. “You breathe when I allow it. You speak only when spoken to. You hold your head up unless I decide you don’t deserve to.”
She stops behind them.
Let the silence choke them.
“And if any of you get brave” she flicks the whip so fast it whistles, “I will knock that little confidence spark out of you so hard you’ll forget what standing up straight feels like.”
No one even swallows.
Zuri smiles, mean and satisfied.
“That’s better,” she says. “Now let’s get started.”
She steps forward, voice razor‑sharp:
“Welcome to obedience training. Don’t embarrass yourselves tonight.”
I got my little freaks new Sissy panties, they just came in the mail today, ordered all my freaks sexy lace thongs that read Bailee’s Bitch on the waistband above the ass in rhinestones. These panties are only for my most loyal and obedient sluts. 
