Bound by Gravity

Mistress Victoria Voxxx has her pet strung up tight, Erin Everheart dangling helpless in the air, wrists and ankles pinned by rope. Gravity does the rest of the work—every shift of weight yanks the lines harder, stretching her open for whatever comes next. The first cane stroke lands across her ass and the swing sets in; she rocks forward, then back, and the sting doubles on the return. Victoria circles, counting each mark aloud, letting the wood whistle before it cracks. Clothespins bite down the length of Erin’s inner thighs, then Victoria flicks them away one by one, watching the blood rush back while the girl gasps. A thick dildo waits below, angled perfectly with the arc of the swing. Every time Erin drops, she impales herself; every time she rises, she’s empty again. Victoria times the thrusts with fresh cane strokes until the redhead’s voice breaks into one long, shaking plea. Erin’s only job is to take it, and she does—body jerking, cunt dripping, every nerve lit from the mix of pain and the slow, relentless pull of gravity.