Amour

Amore lies on black leather. Her wrists lock above her head. Heavy iron cuffs bite her ankles and yank her legs open. A steel spreader bar holds them wide. She can’t close. Every breath pulls the cuffs tighter. A black ball gag stretches her mouth. Spit runs down her chin and drips onto her chest. The camera lingers on her dark hair spread across the bench, on the sweat that shines between her breasts. A gloved hand brings the cane down. One sharp crack across her thigh. She jerks hard. The bar clanks. Another stroke. The skin blooms red. Each hit lands on the same stripe. The sound is thick, wet. She moans behind the gag. Her back arches. The bondage keeps her pinned flat. She strains. The weights swing. The cane cuts. She takes it. Her eyes water. Her legs tremble. She can’t escape. The gag fills her mouth and the cane keeps time on her flesh.