Tainted Love, Episode 2: High Protocol

April's stomach knots as she steps through Derrick's door. She came for high protocol, and the moment she stands in his hall she feels the weight of it. Dinner happens first. Polite. Controlled. Then the real work begins. He puts her through the basics—knees spread, spine straight, eyes down—watching every inch of her. She obeys. He checks her. Again. She says yes every time. When he’s satisfied, the rope comes out. Her wrists go behind her back, her mouth opens around the gag, and the inspection starts. He looks her over like he’s deciding whether she’s worth the trouble, fingers testing the give of each knot. Then he unzips and feeds her his cock while she balances on her knees, drool sliding down her chin. Later she’s on the bed, bent forward, chest pressed into the mattress, ass up, legs wide. Rope pins her in place. Derrick stands back and the flogger lands—sharp, rhythmic, marking time across her skin. When he decides she’s had enough he fucks her hard, holding the pace steady until she breaks and comes, then again, and again. He keeps going until the tension finally snaps and she’s left shaking, soaked, and completely spent.