Divine Dungeon: A new slave is trained

Mistress Lorelei Lee stands in leather like it grew on her skin. She keeps the new slave on his knees in the middle of the dungeon, metal chastity cage already locked tight. Ropes bite into his arms and chest, pulling his shoulders back so he can't hide anything. Her crop kisses his thighs—once, twice—each strike sharper than the last, making the blond guy flinch and breathe harder through the gag. She turns him around, forces his face between her cheeks. He licks like his life depends on it. She grinds back slow, lets him taste every inch before yanking him away. The strap-on waits, thick and black, already slick. She grabs his hips, lines up, and pushes in without asking. Each thrust knocks the breath out of him and rocks the cage between his legs. The rhythm stays steady, relentless, until his back arches and his moans break. Lorelei smiles through it, leather creaking, one hand still wrapped tight in his hair.