Terms of Servitude

Riley's hands shake as you lock the cuffs. She looks up at you, lips parted, breath catching. She knows the deal now. Her body belongs to your hands. Skylar watches from the bench, wrists already bound, tits pushed forward, waiting for her turn. You step behind Riley and bring the cane down across her ass. She jerks. Moans. You hit her again, harder, until red lines bloom across pale skin. Her tits swing heavy with every strike. You leave her there, gasping, and move to Skylar. She doesn't flinch when you grab her hair and pull her forward. You shove a thick dildo between her lips, watch her throat work as she takes it. Spit trails down her chin. You bend her over next to Riley and line up the cane again. Two girls. Two sets of marks. You make them count each strike out loud. When Riley starts to beg, you push the same dildo into her cunt, leave it there while you cane Skylar's thighs. The dungeon echoes with the sound of wood on flesh and the wet noise of the toy sliding in and out. Neither one gets to come until you say so. Those are the rules. Your rules.