All For My Mistress 1

Mistress Ashley Edmonds gets what she wants, and right now what she wants is Jussy on his knees. He crawls to her boots without a word. She lets him kiss the leather, tongue moving slow, then cracks a ruler across his back to keep him sharp. His thong rides up when she yanks it, fabric biting into his skin as she drags him closer. She spreads, pulls his face where she wants it, hot and smothering, and he stays there until she decides he’s earned the cross. Straps bite his wrists and ankles. The cane sings once, twice, again, welts blooming fast across pale skin while she watches his ass turn bright. Every stripe feeds her smile. She’s not done with him yet.