Servant Training: Brooke Bound

Vacations feel better with a servant around. Brooke? She’s dropping the ball. One spilled drink and she’s done for the day. I strip her, bind her wrists and ankles, and clip on enough weight to keep her under. She hits the pool like a rock. Air bubbles claw to the surface. I haul her back out gasping, water streaming off her tits, mascara running down her cheeks. Job on the line, she gets a second chance. I spread her legs into a brutal split, ropes biting deep into her thighs, then cinch a breast harness so tight her nipples stand out like hard little stones. The strain shakes through her, but the vibrator I taped in place doesn’t care. She cums hard—once, twice—body jerking in the ropes, voice cracking. I drag her, still trembling, into the jacuzzi. Head underwater, cock inside her. Pull her up choking and shove her back down. Dunk. Fuck. Dunk. Fuck. Her cunt grips me tighter each time she breaks the surface. I keep going until she can barely hold her own head up. Final lesson: arched over a wooden wheel, spine bent to the curve, arms and legs stretched to the breaking point. Every inch of her on display. Exposed. Helpless. Perfect. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare. She knows the game now.