Jane

Beautiful Jane twists against cold steel that bites the same shape as her curves. Thick rope bites next to cold cuffs, every knot a promise she can’t break. The ball gag shines wet between her teeth, turning every breath into a muffled hiss. Blonde hair sticks to sweat-slick skin as the flogger snaps down—sharp, heavy, then soft, until the marks bloom pink. She strains, hips jerking, thighs trembling, but the restraints don’t give. They never do. And Jane never wants them to.