Princess Kali and Wild Bill

Princess Kali gave Bill one job—scrub the gym down. Instead she catches him jerking off like the place belongs to him. He stammers it was her he was thinking about, but mercy isn’t on the menu. She pins him, slaps him hard across the face until his cheek burns red, then lashes his chest and thighs with the flogger until sweat and welts shine under the lights. A blindfold drops over his eyes; rope cinches his wrists and ankles to the bench, leaving every inch of him open and twitching. Electro pads buzz to life on his nipples and inner thighs, each jolt making his cock bob and leak. Kali keeps him on edge with her voice, sharp and filthy, telling him exactly how useless and owned he is while her fingers stroke, squeeze, and deny him in turns. He struggles, begs, swears he’ll be good. She laughs once, low, and pushes the current higher.