Service Day: Hurting Time

House slave Lilla Katt knows the score: The Pope wakes up mean and she gets all of it. Clamps bite hard on tender skin, sharp enough to drag a scream straight out of her throat. The next second those same nerves twist into heat, slick and throbbing, and she comes hard while the metal keeps its grip. He swaps the clamps, resets the squeeze, and makes her sing again. Pain stacks on pleasure until the lines blur. When he finally bends her over his knee, bare hand meets bare flesh, each slap cracking through the room and leaving her red and shaking. He works her open with fingers slick from her own mess, pushing deeper until her hips rock back against him, chasing the finish he’s holding just out of reach. She breaks again, loud, helpless, dripping down his wrist. 2011. All of it caught raw.