Kym Wilde and Slave

Kym Wilde doesn’t wait for prisoners to figure it out. She breaks them fast. slave’s cock is hard for her, aching for the curve of her ass, but he’s still staring like he deserves a taste. That look gets him cuffed, spread, and stripped of any say he thought he had. The flogger lands heavy on his back, then her hands move between his legs, teasing until he’s straining against the cuffs and the cock cage she snaps shut. Still defiant, still hard. She spreads him wider, fingers pushing deep—slow, humiliating, thorough. When he’s shaking and dripping, she swaps fingers for cane. One sharp strike cracks right across the center of his balls. His knees buckle. Breath leaves him in a ragged groan. Pain spreads like fire, but she doesn’t stop until every inch of him remembers who owns it.