Mika Tan and Danny Wylde

Mistress Mika Tan drags a memory across daniel’s skin with every strike. His feet and balls take the cane in tight, vicious bursts that tear raw screams from his throat. A dildo gag jams between his teeth, muffling the noise into something wet and desperate while she swings the flogger across his chest in steady, punishing arcs. The black strands land hard, marking him with every swing. When the last lash falls she shoves him down, face buried, ass raised. She opens him up with no ceremony, driving into him the way she always has—deep, relentless, taking every inch of space inside him. Through it all her words cut deeper than the cane, branding him as her property while he takes it, hard and shaking, the way she likes.