First time Submission (P2): Miss Suzanna Maxwell Tests Slave Mila's Endurance with Intense Flogging

Mila stands naked except for burgundy panties, wrists lashed above her head to the bedpost, body already offered. Suzanna Maxwell takes two floggers and lands the first one square across her shoulders. Each tail bites, then drags, then bites again. Mila stays still. Only her breathing changes—short, sharp, hungry. Suzanna switches to both floggers, beating a steady rhythm over the same patch of skin until it blooms bright red. Mila’s mouth opens, but no real sound comes out, just the wet click of her throat when she swallows. She keeps her eyes on her Mistress, daring her to go harder. Suzanna pauses, drags a fingernail down one fresh welt. The scratch is almost gentle, almost cruel. Mila shudders, nipples tight, thighs pressing together. Another volley follows—harder now, faster. Small, involuntary groans slip past Mila’s teeth, yet she straightens her back, pushes her shoulders out, asking for more. Sweat rolls between her breasts. The floggers keep landing, leather on flushed skin, until every strike sounds wet. When Suzanna finally stops, the only noise left is Mila’s breathing and the faint creak of rope. Suzanna’s hand cups the burning flesh, squeezing just enough to make the heat flare again. Mila leans into it, offering her whole body without a word. The flogging might be finished, but both women know the night is far from over.