Occupational Therapy

Alexa comes home wired tight from a rough shift. She phones it in and asks for the works. They send the Sarge, who doesn’t waste words or time. She wants to be tossed around. She gets exactly that. He binds her fast and hard, straps a ball gag deep between her teeth until her jaw aches and saliva starts to spill. Every wrap of rope pulls another moan from her throat. Her wrists, her ankles—nothing left loose. She’s helpless the moment the last knot cinches shut. The Sarge keeps her on edge, turning her, holding her down, owning every shift of her body. Sweat glistens on her skin. Her breathing turns ragged behind the gag. He never asks twice. She asked to be handled. He handles her until she can’t think past the next pull of rope and the next wave of heat rolling through her.