Pushing Her BUttons

Mandy shows up hungry, practically pleading for the kind of day that leaves marks. I oblige. First scene has her locked down, the kind of rope that bites. A heavy flogger swings while she fights to hold her shape. She’s learning fast this won’t be quick or gentle. Next she’s flipped, hanging head-down, legs yanked open until her cunt’s on display. No warm-up. The second the first lash lands she’s dripping, cunt glistening like she’s been waiting all week. I work two fingers, then three, then push four, but her body clamps tight around the knuckles and won’t give the rest. Last rig is flat on her back, legs cranked wider than before. My fist still won’t sink in. So I punish the hole that won’t open instead, slapping, pinching, twisting until every flinch turns her wetter. When I finally cut the ropes I don’t let her catch breath. I drag her off the bench, shove her to the floor, wrap a fist in her hair and keep working her like she’s just meat to bruise. She wanted intense. I’m not stopping till her body gives me everything it’s got.