A Doll in Distress

Summer Hart shows up at the party begging. One look at you and she spills it: she heard about the basement. You walk her down. She freezes when she sees the gear. You don’t give her time to think. You bend her over, cane marks blooming across her ass, each strike sharp and steady. She gasps, hips jerking, but you keep her right where you want her. You edge her with the dildo, slow pumps that never quite let her come, then pull away, leave her whining. The cane lands again. Her skin glows red. Sweat drips down her back. You push the toy back in, hold it deep, make her shake. She tries to fuck herself on it and you slap her thigh hard. Not yet. The dungeon smells like leather and her need. You cane her thighs next, bright lines that make her cry out. Then you fuck her with the dildo again, right to the edge, and stop. Summer’s legs tremble. She’s panting, begging with her eyes. You press the cane to her lips so she can kiss it. She does. You start all over.