Adina Whipped and Hogtied

Adina pushes her body through every sting, every hit. She knows it hurts, but she stays. Her hands stay behind her back, wrists locked tight. A ball gag spreads her mouth open, muffling every sound she makes. When the flogger lands across her ass and thighs she jerks, but she doesn’t move away. High heels dig into the floor as she tries to keep her balance. The master pulls her ankles up and secures them to her wrists, hogtying her so she can’t do a thing. She strains, breath quick through her nose, heels lifting off the floor as she hangs in the ropes. He works the flogger again, harder this time, stripes forming on her skin. Adina takes it. She chose this. She wants the ache and the helplessness, every strike pushing her deeper into it.