An Obedient Treat

Tina grips the end of the crotch rope with one hand and watches the silk strand split Cupcake’s lips, the ballet boot heel biting the floor. The rope is already slick from Cupcake’s cunt, and every twitch pulls it tighter against her swollen clit. Tina’s other hand works the flogger again, thin leather tails snapping across bare tits. Cupcake’s nipples darken, stiff, desperate. Black hair sticks to her open mouth, a smear of drool on her chin. Tina drops the flogger and slaps her across the face, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the tight room. She pulls the crotch rope another half-inch tighter. Cupcake shudders but doesn’t speak. Tina’s fingers shove between her teeth, pull her tongue out, and watch saliva run down her black beard in a thin line. “Good girl,” she says, low. She tugs the rope again. Cupcake’s knees buckle. Tina stands over her, thumb rubbing her beard, then drags her nails down the girl’s neck to the rope and yanks it hard enough to make Cupcake moan. The boots creak. Tina steps back, frees her cock, and strokes once, twice, thick spurts landing hot across Cupcake’s forehead, nose, cheeks. The cum runs in slow lines toward her parted lips. Tina leaves it there, wipes her fingers on the girl’s black hair, and walks out, rope still tied tight, ballet boots still on.