Riley's First Time

Riley looks like the girl next door. Sweet face, tight body, and not a clue what she signed up for. 2007. First time in bondage. Sandra Romain circles her, leather cuffs snapping tight around Riley’s wrists. No warm-up. Sandra yanks the rope, stretches Riley across the frame, and swings the first cane across bare skin. Red welts bloom. Riley clenches her teeth, breathes through the sting, refuses to beg. Sandra smiles like a cat with a new toy. Another stroke, lower, meaner. Riley’s hips jerk but she stays upright. When the flogger lands, it knocks the air from her lungs. Sandra keeps the rhythm brutal, steady, driving every blow home. By the time the cane returns, Riley’s thighs shake, her voice raw from holding back cries. Sandra doesn’t ease up. She forces Riley over the bench, straps her down, spreads her. One slick finger, then two, working lube deep. Riley gasps, arches, and Sandra doesn’t wait. She pushes the thick toy in slow, deliberate, stretching her open. Riley shudders, bites her lip, but stays. Takes it. Sweat runs down her back. Sandra leans close, voice low and filthy, and keeps working the toy until Riley finally breaks, hips bucking, breath ragged, coming hard around the intrusion she swore she’d never try.