Leah Marie

Leah Marie just turned twenty. She stepped into the room and everything she had never done waited for her. Rope first. Her wrists pulled behind her, knots drawn tight. Bit gag shoved between her teeth, leather straps buckled at the back of her head. Then the first jolt of current, sudden and mean. She jerked hard, eyes wide, drool already running down her chin. The flogger followed, each swing a hot stripe across her bare skin. Her body twisted, testing the ropes, testing how much she could take. They bent her over and the paddle landed sharp, one cheek then the other, leaving her marked and shaking. She had never been pushed like this, never had every option taken away at once. Every new sensation stacked on the last. The cuffs held. The current hit again. The gag muffled her sounds but not the way her body reacted. By the end her skin burned, her jaw ached, and the ropes still held her exactly where they wanted her.