Sex slave: Afrodithe

Afrodithe walked in expecting a casting call. Nude modeling, easy enough. What she finds is nothing she signed up for. A chair sits empty. Rope waits on the table. A woman in black latex smiles at her. Afrodithe hesitates. She could leave. She stays. Mistress Lil Bitch watches her for a long moment before stepping forward. Minutes later the bonds tighten around Afrodithe’s wrists and ankles. Her back arches as rope bites into flesh, pulling her into a perfect hogtie. The first slap lands on her breast. Sharp. Deliberate. Her nipples stiffen. Mistress kneads the soft weight of each tit, testing how much give she has before twisting the nipple between gloved fingers. Afrodithe gasps. Another slap, harder. Her ass jiggles. Her throat works against the collar tightening at her neck. She chokes, draws a ragged breath, and feels heat flood her core. Each cruel squeeze and slap drives her closer to something darker, wetter, and she can’t stop wanting it.