Leigh's Troubled Toy

Leigh Raven straps Nikki Hearts down tight. Rope bites into skin. A ball gag stretches Nikki’s mouth wide, spit already slick on her chin. Leigh circles slow, cane in hand. Each strike lands sharp—thwack, thwack—leaving red welts across Nikki’s ass and thighs. Nikki jerks, fights the rope, but Leigh presses harder, cane slicing again and again until breath hisses through the gag. Every hit makes Nikki drip. Leigh grabs a fistful of hair, yanks her head back, eyes locked on the tears starting to well. Pain and heat coil together, turning every whimper into something darker, needier. Nikki strains, muscles tight, but there’s no breaking free. Leigh leans in, voice low, promising the lesson isn’t over till her toy learns who owns every shaking inch.