Suspended Upside Down: Viva

Marty’s rope bites into Viva’s wrists. He flips her. Her body swings upside down, long brown hair brushing the floor. The ball gag stretches her mouth wide, the leather strap digging behind her ears. Each knot holds her in place, one leg drawn up, the other straight, leaving her cunt exposed to the air and the room’s low light. She breathes hard through her nose. Marty steps behind her, cane in hand, and strikes the back of her thigh. The sharp crack fills the space. Her body jerks, the chain creaking above. He lands another stripe across the curve of her ass, then another, slow and deliberate. Red lines rise on her skin. Every time the cane falls, the ropes creak and her suspended frame rocks, cunt tightening involuntarily. The year is 2001. The only sounds are leather, breath, and the steady rhythm of punishment.