Service Sessions: House Routines

Cherry Torn gets the hang of the Upper Floor fast. Mornings hit hard. She’s on the floor, sweating through push-ups, squats, and planks, every rep under a hard stare. She knows the drill now. After the workout she strips down, scrubs up, rubs oil over every curve so her skin catches the light. Rope work next. Leather cuffs snap on her wrists, waist cinch tight, then her ankles link just close enough to make walking an ordeal. A short cane swishes across her ass if her pace slips, leaving a stripe that burns and reminds her what waits when the men arrive. In the lounge she sinks to her knees and waits. The first guest likes her mouth tight and wet. She opens, takes him deep, throat working while spit runs down her chin. When he flips her over the arm of the couch her bound wrists stay behind her back, ankles still clipped together, hips up for the taking. A slow, ruthless fuck in her ass, every inch forcing a grunt from her chest. The cane waits on the table, ready if her thighs start to shake. She stays open, takes it, breathes through the stretch and the sting until he’s finished with her. By nightfall she’s learned the order. Sweat, prep, rope, cock. Service, discipline, repeat.