Shy Slut

Lyla Storm walks the old Armory halls like a tourist. She is tall, long-legged, natural, and trying not to stare at the chains bolted to the walls. She tells herself she is just curious. Inside she feels the tug. She wants to know what it would feel like to be bound, legs high and spread, cunt open and helpless. She wants the sting of a cane across tender skin, the bite of clamps on her nipples, the tight grip of a fist sliding deep inside her. She wonders if a whip handle could make her come, if a cage could hold her shaking body, if a firm hand on her ass could push her over the edge until she squirts across the floor. She wonders if she could drop to her knees and lick pussy, rim ass, kiss feet until her lips are sore and her pride is gone. Aiden Starr is there to answer those questions. She locks Lyla down, stretches her wide, and starts to take her apart. The shy girl who came for a tour leaves a dripping, obedient slut by the time the cane is set down. She licks every inch that is offered, she comes when told, she stays until she is used and wrung out and still begging for more. That was 2011, and the tapes still burn.