Paid in Pain

Mistress Ryan Keely wraps the ropes tight around your wrists and ankles. One flick of her wrist and the cane slices through the dark air, cracking against your bare skin. She hasn't even grazed your cock yet and you're already stiff, dripping, waiting for her next strike. Each blow burns hotter than the last. She spaces the strokes, makes you beg, counts every stripe aloud. You twist in the ropes, half in agony, half begging for the next cut across your thighs. She grips the base of your shaft, gives one cruel, perfect stroke, then pulls away before you can come. Sweat slides down your chest. She leans close, breath hot on your ear, and asks if you understand the lesson now. You do. You always will.