Judas and Isis Love

Mistress Isis owns her break like she owns everything else. She spots the cabana boy first. Athletic frame, sun-warmed skin. She drags him behind a curtain, fastens a ball gag between his teeth, and strings his wrists overhead. Rope bites into his chest and thighs, pulling him tight, stretching him open. The flogger lands hard across his ass, then his thighs, again and again until he shakes. Sweat mixes with sunscreen. She kicks his stance wider, slides her strap-on deep, hips snapping sharp and steady. Every thrust rocks his bound body against the pole. He can only grunt around rubber. She pulls out, smacks the strap against his balls, smiles when he jumps. Finished, she leaves cash on the floor beneath his dangling feet and walks away, still wet, still hungry.