The Cheeky Slave

Leileyn walks in new and raw. Erix X locks the collar around her throat, black hair spilling over the leather. Rope bites into her wrists, pulls them back hard. A crop rests against her thigh. He clips wooden pins along her tits, one at a time, watching her skin twitch with every snap. Each tug of the crop sends the pins shivering, pain licking up through her nerves. She gasps, then thanks him. The rope tightens. The crop falls again. She learns to mean it.