Mistress Heart and Wild Bill

Mistress Heart enters the room with a presence that commands attention. Her black hair falls straight, her athletic body wrapped in leather that barely covers anything that matters. Wild Bill grins like he still thinks he runs the show. She shuts him up quick. Ball gag crammed between his teeth, leather straps pulled tight behind his head. No more smart-ass remarks. She moves around him slow, savoring the moment he realizes the game has changed. He stays seated, wrists already bound, but his attitude still tries to lead. She corrects that fast. Ropes bite into his cock and balls, pulled cruelly tight, turning his hard-on into her plaything. Every twitch makes the cord dig deeper. Bill strains against the chair. Veins stand out along his arms. Mistress Heart watches, amused, as she adds another knot, another pull, another reminder that she decides when he gets to move, speak, or come. The punishment builds. She keeps him there, bound and aching, every inch of him hers to toy with until the lesson sinks in.