April

April is beautiful, and even better in bondage. She's naked, wrists and ankles secured, body open to whatever comes next. A ball gag stretches her mouth wide. She can't speak, can only breathe and wait. The first strike lands across her ass. She jerks hard, a sharp sound escaping around the gag. More follow, steady and exacting, leaving red marks that bloom fast. She strains against the rope, thighs trembling. The gag muffles everything except the need in her eyes. Each blow lands with purpose. She can't look away. Can't escape. And she doesn't want to.