Helpless Julia Ballgagged

Julia’s idea of fun is pretty straightforward tonight. She gets herself tied, gagged, and handed over. One minute she’s free, the next her wrists are lashed behind her and a fat red ball is shoved between her teeth. The strap pulls tight, forcing her jaw wide, spit already sliding down her chin. Her master stands over her, crop in hand, the leather tip tapping her bare thigh like he’s deciding where to land the first strike. She can’t answer. She can only drool and wait. Every time the crop flicks across her skin she jerks against the ropes, nipples tightening, thighs twitching. He pushes two fingers past the gag, presses down on her tongue, watches her eyes water. Then he steps close, cock thick and already pulling back the foreskin, and starts to use what’s his. She takes it—helpless, wet, grateful.