A New Sex and Submission Game for Delirious Hunter

Delirious Hunter's already on her knees again in the dungeon. Tonight she's bent over the big oak crate, bare except for her stockings, waiting for whatever Master Joseph decides to dish out. He starts slow—open hand on her ass, letting the sting bloom, mixing it with soft strokes so she can't tell whether she's getting punished or soothed. Then the real game begins: she picks the toy herself. One by one she picks floggers, crops, paddles, choosing how hard and how long until her body says no more. Each strike lands louder than the last. When every implement's been used and she's shaking, he finally lets her off the crate, drops his zipper, and gives her the only reward that matters—his cock in her fist, then deep between her lips while she works like she needs to earn every drop.