Fresh from the Amateur Casting Couch, Claudia LeNoir

Claudia sits on the casting couch, trembling. She’s only just learned the ropes of this game and already the heat has her soaked. A dark patch spreads across her denim before the camera even rolls. Leather straps cinch her wrists, then a fat ball gag stretches her jaw open. She shudders, moans, and then her eyes glaze; everything goes white behind them. Memory slips. The scene moves on while Claudia stays lost inside it. A flogger flicks across her ass, each blow sharp, deliberate. She jerks, drool leaks around the gag, but she never taps out. She can’t. The girl doesn’t know the safe-word, doesn’t remember where she learned it, or if she ever knew it at all. 2009. The cane rises. The cane falls. Claudia takes it. New, raw, dripping, gone.