Bella

Bella and Loreli have been tight forever. They both carried the same hunger for the whip and the rope, years of talk and nothing to show for it. Bella tried a couple of guys who said they got it, but they always stopped at a scarf and a slap on the ass. Then the lights came up, the ropes came out, and everything changed. First time she felt strict cord bite into her wrists. First time the leather landed across her back and she had to take it instead of tap out. First time electrodes kissed skin and her whole body lit up. Ball gag jammed between her teeth, black hair plastered to her face with sweat, every lash forcing another sharp sound out of her throat. She didn’t ease into it; she got dropped straight into the deep end and left shaking.