Gimp On Display

She's sealed in black rubber, every curve locked tight, a living doll waiting to be stared at. The collar bites her throat. She kneels on display, hair straight and black, no spark in her eyes. Just hunger to serve. I keep her posed—arms bound, legs spread, cunt glistening under the stretchy sheen. She doesn’t move unless told. She’s empty inside, nothing left but the need to be handled, to be fucked like property. The moment my hand grips that leash, she drops her head and offers the rest. Silent. Obedient. Mine.