Holiday Cheer

Christina Carter kneels on the floor, wrists lashed behind her, rope biting into her skin. Her heavy tits spill forward as she strains against the knots. A flogger whistles through the air and cracks across her ass. She jerks, then holds the position. Red stripes bloom on pale flesh. Each blow lands harder than the last, driving her forward onto her knees until her breasts swing free. Sweat glistens on her chest. The leather lands again and again. She gasps, eyes closed, taking every stripe. The room stays quiet except for the smack of the flogger and her short breaths. Her nipples stiffen in the chill. Another strike, then another. The rope holds her tight. The flogger keeps falling. She doesn’t flinch. She waits for the next one, body taut, waiting to see how much more she can take.