Bitchcraft #07, Scene #04

Amber Rayne knocks on doors in a girl-scout uniform, floggers dangling from her belt like she’s peddling sin instead of cookies. Mistress Kylie Ireland answers. Corset cinched tight, cigarette burning, she studies the girl the way a cat watches a bird. ‘Want a demonstration?’ she asks. Amber smirks, steps inside, and that’s the end of idle conversation. Kylie takes the flogger first. She bends Amber over the arm of a couch and lets the leather sing across bare thighs and the swell of that schoolgirl skirt. Amber’s mouth keeps running until the strokes deepen; then her breath breaks into short, hungry sounds. The table comes next—thick leather padding under her belly, wrists clipped wide. Kylie swaps the starter flogger for heavier hides. She tells Amber the merchandise she’s selling is “a little tame,” and Amber laughs until the first real whip lands. Each strike paints heat over her ass, her shoulders, the backs of her thighs. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. Kylie never rushes; she circles the girl, tests angles, watches every twitch. Clamps bite down on tight nipples. A thick dildo slides in with casual ownership. When Amber’s hips start to roll, Kylie pins them and reaches for the cups—sealing one over each nipple, the third pressing tight to her cunt. Suction drags the tender flesh outward, swollen and aching. The Magic Wand follows, pressed straight to the trapped clit. Amber howls and the sound ricochets off concrete walls. Later the ass-spreader opens her further, steel holding her apart for anything Kylie chooses to push inside. Amber takes it all with wet eyes and filthy promises until Kylie finally unclips her and hands over the reins. Then it’s Amber’s turn to see what a little scout can do when the uniform stays on and the customer stops pretending she only wanted a taste.