Bamboo Prison

Nyssa gets herself into trouble every time. She craves submission, lets Master push until her skin screams and her mind blanks. The cane lands across her thighs, sharp and mean, Asian skin blooming red under black hair that sticks to her face. She strains against the bamboo frame that pins her arms and spreads her legs wide, wrists tied tight above her head. Each strike bites deep. She can't tell where pain stops and heat begins. Sweat rolls down her stomach, thighs trembling, cunt slick and open. Then it hits—sudden, brutal, the orgasm that rips through her and makes every stripe worth it.