Lola and Sir C

Sir C rolls into town and his regular girl phones in sick. Backup does the same. Frustration builds until his gaze lands on Lola at her desk, Behind Kink editor, looking like she could ruin a man in five seconds flat. He walks over, voice low. "Want to get tied up, made to come, caned, electro-tormented, and have those nipples worked over today?" Lola lifts an eyebrow, then smiles. "Sure." Sir C nods once. "Cool." They clear the set. Rope bites into her wrists and ankles, pulling her tight across the bench. A fat red ball gag wedges between her teeth, every sound now wet and muffled. The cane whistles through the air, leaves perfect stripes across her ass, and her hips jerk with every strike. Electro pads hum on her thighs, pulsing in rhythm with the wand pressed hard to her clit. She comes hard, once, twice, thighs shaking. Nipple clamps bite down next, weighted chains swinging every time she convulses, another orgasm tearing through her while the current keeps teasing. One-on-one, no distractions, just Lola bound and writhing, body slick, breath ragged through the gag. Exactly how it should be.