Show Me What You Can Do

Allie is wound tight. New girls in and out of the room every night, and she needs more than the noise and the competition. She needs the control. She straps her current toy to the frame, fishnets stretched over thighs, wrists pulled high and ankles spread wide. Blonde hair spills across the girl’s face until Allie grabs a fistful and yanks it back, forcing the head up. A leather muzzle keeps the mouth covered until Allie decides otherwise. When she peels the cover away, the girl knows exactly what to do. Tongue out, lips open, every movement measured by how long Allie keeps the fist in her hair. When she’s finished, the muzzle goes back on and the girl stays there, panting, waiting for the next time Allie wants to use her again.