On the Bondage Table: Goldie

Goldie's back on the table. Her naked body catches the light as straps bite into her wrists and ankles. A ball gag stretches her mouth wide, wet and shining. One strike of the crop lands across her ass and she jerks against the leather. Sweat beads along her spine. Her thighs twitch. Another lash follows. She takes it. The table creaks under her. Goldie breathes hard through her nose, eyes half-lidded, body arched and waiting for the next one.