Every Little Slut's Dream

Veronica Weston kneels, eyes locked on you. Your fingers work the rope around her wrists, pulling tight until the cords bite. She breathes harder when you push her onto her belly, cinch her ankles to her hands, hogtie her sweet ass high. She bites her lip, waiting, soaked and shaking. You flip her onto the bench, lock cuffs at each wrist and ankle, the wood cold under her tits. She tries to move, can’t. A fat dildo slides into her and starts to throb. The vibrations surge; she gasps and fights the straps, hips jerking, desperate. You edge her once, twice, three times, until her voice cracks and she begs. Later you stretch her spread-eagle on the floor, limbs tied to the corners, body open. The cane whistles, snaps across her ass, then her thighs. Red welts bloom. She clenches around nothing, comes hard, eyes wild, dripping on the wood. All for you.