Amazonion describes Hollie Stevens to a tee. Tall, tan, blond, powerful, and helplessly bound.

Hollie Stevens—tall, tan, blond—hangs limp against the ropes. She’s bound tight, every muscle flexed under the strain, and she knows it’s useless to fight. The ball gag stretches her mouth, slick with spit, muffling the sounds that still escape when the wand presses hard between her thighs again. Each orgasm rips through her, leaves her shaking, yet they keep coming, one hard wave after the next. The Dom doesn’t ease up; he tightens the knots, turns the dial higher, and watches her soak the floor beneath her. Sweat and rope burn mark her skin. Her blond hair sticks to her face. She can’t close her legs, can’t turn away, can’t do anything but take it. 2008. Every inch of Hollie Stevens, bound and helpless, belongs to the rope and the man holding the controls.