All Eyes On Her Part I

Mistress Aiden Starr towers over you, eyes flashing. Your arms stretch tight in rope. Cock locked in steel, useless, throbbing against the metal. Violet Monroe kneels in front of her, wrists bound behind her back, nipples already clipped and stretched, clothespins biting deep. The cane rests across Aiden’s palm like a warning. She swings. Crack. Violet jerks, a sharp cry ripping out of her throat, thighs shaking as a thin red line blooms across her ass. Another strike. Faster. Harder. Violet’s breath stutters, her cunt visibly wet, slick dripping down her thigh. Aiden yanks her head back by the hair, forces the thick dildo past her lips, watches her choke, then pulls it out dripping. She pushes Violet down onto the table, spreads her legs, shoves the dildo in with one brutal thrust. Violet arches, moaning, eyes glazed. Aiden leans in close, voice low and mean. "Not for him, slut. Never for him." Your cock twitches uselessly in its cage. Aiden glances at you once, cruel little smile tugging at her mouth, then turns back to Violet, cane raised again.