Director's Dinner: A Toast to Feeding the Castle

The directors raise their glasses. A sharp clink cuts through the room. Mr. Acworth steps forward, eyes cold and steady. He swears the Upper Floor will feed the whole castle by Solstice. Around him the girls wait in silence, bodies tight in rope and leather. Cherry Torn and Bella Rossi hold position, chests bare, hips bound. Their tits press against the wood of the table, heavy and offered. A cane rests on the table’s edge, polished and ready. Bella’s wrists lock behind her back. The rope bites her shoulders. Cherry’s legs spread, ankles strapped to the chair legs. Her ass lifts, waiting. Someone steps closer, hand firm on her lower back. The cane lifts. It falls. The smack lands across both cheeks, sharp and hot. Bella watches, nipples hard, breath shallow. Another strike. The marks bloom. Mr. Acworth lifts his glass again, voice low. The deal is struck. The castle will eat. And these two will serve it.