Sex slave: Katy

Katy stands before her Mistress, head down, taking each stroke with grim obedience. The switch lands quick and Mandy knows just how to place it—sharp, narrow cuts that burn into the skin. Katy screams when the pace quickens, hips jerking though her feet stay planted. Mandy never rushes; each small sting adds to the last, pulling Katy higher until the next strike feels unbearable. She works without hurry, pushing that edge until Katy’s own body betrays her, shaking with the tension Mandy built so patiently. When the final blows fall, Katy gasps, convinced she can’t bear another, yet she does, knees locked, breath tearing from her throat.