Bobbi Starr Live, Part 1

Bobbi Starr walks out live. Lights hit her like they mean it. She's got a blonde bound tight to a frame, wrists high, legs spread. Leather bites into skin. Bobbi circles her. Crop in hand. First strike lands clean across the blonde's ass. The smack cuts through the room. She keeps going, steady and mean, turning pale skin pink then red. Sweat beads up. The bound girl breathes hard. Bobbi leans in close, grabs a fistful of hair, pulls her head back. Mouth open. Nothing soft about it. She switches hands, drags the crop between her legs, presses it there, then pulls away. Another strike. Harder. The girl jerks against the ropes. Bobbi watches every twitch, every flinch, every sound. She doesn't let up. Not yet.