Hooked on You

Her nose jerks toward the chain. Arson Leigh follows it, shoulders pulled tight, spine straight. Elise Graves holds the other end and watches her crawl. The chain bites. Arson takes it. She crawls until her knees burn and her cunt aches. A thick ball gag stretches her mouth, drool running down her chin in a slow line. Elise wants silence. The gag gives it to her. Elise ties her wrists behind her back, ropes crossing her chest, pressing her tits out. Leather straps circle Arson’s thighs, spreading her open. One quick tug and she’s fixed in place, face low, ass up. Elise walks a slow circle. Cane in hand. She taps Arson’s ass once, twice, then swings. The first stripe lands with a dry snap. Arson jerks. The second stripe crosses the first. Her thighs shake. Elise clips clothespins along the crease where ass meets thigh, one after another, until every twitch tugs skin. The chain on Arson’s nose keeps her head down. Elise strikes again, lower now, the cane cutting across the backs of her legs. Arson’s moan stays trapped behind the gag, raw and wet. Elise sets the cane aside and slides two fingers through Arson’s soaked folds. She doesn’t push in. She just spreads her, watches her clench around nothing. Arson’s hips rock once, desperate. Elise slaps her cunt, open-handed, then again. Arson shudders. The chain rattles. Elise leans close, lips at Arson’s ear. “Good girl gets to come,” she says. Then she steps back and picks up the cane again.