Barbaric Bedroom Domination

No pain, no pleasure. Today she chose you. Barbary Rose locked the bedroom door and now she owns every inch she sees. You waited hours, kneeling, hard, half-crazed. She walks in like she owns time itself. Thick hips, heavy tits, eyes sharp as a cane. She doesn't speak first. She hits first. The rattan cracks across your ass, once, twice, three times, until the skin sings and your cock jerks against nothing. She laughs low, drags the tip of the cane between your legs, then slaps it up under your balls so you yelp. "Good toy," she says. She makes you count. Every stroke bites deeper. Sweat slides down your spine. When your legs shake she shoves you forward onto the mattress, yanks your hips up, spreads you. The thick dildo waits in her fist, already slick. She works it in slow, then fucks you with it in short, cruel strokes that never quite reach the spot that would finish you. Every time you get close she stops, slaps your ass hard with her bare hand, waits until the urge fades, then starts again. Your balls ache. Your cock leaks onto the sheets. She leans in, tits brushing your back, mouth at your ear. "Edge, bitch. You come when I say." She edges you until the room blurs and the cane sings again, until the only word you remember is her name and the only thing you want is to hurt for her a little longer.