Keep Fucking Begging

Little Spittle is already on their knees, drooling around the head of your cock, throat working hard to take every inch. Mistress Blunt stands behind them, cane in hand, watching every twitch. She wants them to suffer for this privilege. You sink deeper and they choke. Spit drips down their chin. Blunt lands a sharp strike across their ass and the body clenches around you. You pull back. They whimper. Another cane stroke, harder this time, and they push back, begging with their hips. You slide into that soaked pussy and they moan loud enough to echo off the dungeon walls. Blunt grabs their hair, holds them still, and tells them not to move until you say so. The cane taps against their thigh, light, threatening, a promise. You set the pace. Every thrust earns them either praise or another stripe. When their voice cracks and they start to plead, you back off again, leaving them empty and shaking. Blunt smiles. The game is just starting.