Decisions Can Be A Pain In The Ass

Mistress Jada's eyes widened when she saw the massive anal hook Leila placed on the table. The petite sub stood there, black hair falling over her shoulders, tits pushed high in a tight corset. "You sure about this?" Jada asked. Leila nodded, firm. So the hook went in, cold steel sliding deep, then the rope from its curve yanked upward and fastened off. Every tug pulled at her ass. Leather straps circled her wrists and pulled them back, keeping her upright, tits out, the corset creaking with each breath. Leila winced, then moaned when the hook shifted. Jada watched her face, tested the rope again, gave it another deliberate pull. Leila's body jerked, bound tight, caught between pain and want, exactly where she asked to be.