Ferocious Femdom: An Li and Marcelo

An Li smells the rat the second he steps in. Marcelo thinks he’s slick, but the second she slaps cuffs on him, his plan unravels fast. She strips him bare, wrists yanked high, balls swinging like loose change. One sharp lash across his ass and he jerks. She laughs, low and mean, whipping him slow, each strike meant to dig the truth out. He squeals behind the gag she shoved in his mouth, drool sliding down his chin, but she keeps at it. His cock’s too small to hide anything; she flicks it with her nail and tells him so, voice sharp enough to cut. Every snap of the crop lands on his shaft, his balls, his pride, while she purrs questions he can’t answer. Marcelo strains, sweats, begs through the gag, and she just smiles wider, tightening the ropes until he can’t move, can’t breathe without feeling her control. She works him over until the only thing left to confess is how much it hurts, how little he is, and how hard that truth hits.