Housesitter Beware

Macy Nikole lies like she breathes. She posts that fake house-sitting ad, waits for some pretty thing to bite, and sweet Emma Ray does. Emma shows up in a bikini, all sun-kissed smiles and lotion-slick skin, ready to slide into the pool. Then Macy steps out—leather, boots, nothing soft about her—and clamps a hand over Emma’s mouth before the girl even screams. “You’re not going anywhere,” Macy hisses, “and when your little friend shows up, she won’t save you either.” True to the promise, Emma ends up bound tight, a thick bit gag stretching her lips. Kody walks in clueless and gets the same treatment: rope biting into her wrists, gag forced between her teeth, both girls stripped to nothing above the waist. Macy works them over—hard slaps across their asses, fingers digging into ribs and soles until laughter turns hoarse. Between strikes she leans in, voice low and filthy, telling them the whole setup was never about housesitting. They were always meant to be her slaves, and now they are.