Janay and Slave

Slave lives to suffer for his mistress. Janay knows it the second his knees buckle and he whines behind the mask. That noise feeds her. She grins, cruel and bright, and keeps the hurt coming. Every flinch pulls another smile from her like she’s sipping something sweet. She binds him, opens him, and drives her strap deep. He jerks and twists, the pain too sharp, too sudden. Janay doesn’t ease off. She unbuckles the harness, grips the thick shaft, and forces it inside with her own hand, inch by stubborn inch, while his body fights every push.