Stefanos' Brunch: December Fun

On a December morning the Upper Floor opens for brunch, and Stefanos is already pulling the first girl into a strict bind. Blonde hair spills over leather cuffs as rope bites across her body. She is bent over the table, wrists stretched tight, while the smell of coffee and bacon hangs in the air. The first plug slides in, thick and unyielding, followed by the slow push of a second toy that forces her ass wider. Gasps turn to low moans as the wooden paddle starts to fall, each strike measured and heavy. Guests arrive with plates, sip their drinks, and watch the ropes tighten. Nobody moves to stop it. The girl stays open, used, and trembling under every new set of hands that pass.