Victoria Sin

She spoke like velvet rubbed over broken glass. German. The kind of accent that makes you lean closer, then wonder what the hell you’re getting into. She’d never touched electricity before. Never been bound for real, either. But the moment the ropes came out she was already folding. Small. Flexible. Willing to take whatever I gave her until the lights behind her eyes flickered. I wired her nipples, taped the pads down tight, and watched her fight the first jolt. Her legs twitched. Her back arched. She came hard, blindfolded, gagged, dripping down one thigh while the current kept licking at her clit. Twice more before I even touched her. Multi-orgasmic didn’t even cover it. She just kept breaking open like she’d been waiting years for someone to flip the switch.