Sex slave: Kathia

Kathia knows the ropes, but Mistress changed the game. The first hot drops hit without warning, searing across bare skin while she hung hogtied and helpless. Each fresh bead of wax landed with a slow, deliberate malice—down her spine, over her ass, pooling across the arch of her breasts. Mistress took her time, letting the heat soak through before pouring fresh streams that chased each other between trembling thighs. With the restraints holding Kathia wide and open, every twitch only pressed the molten wax deeper against her skin. Later, when the ropes came off, the same obedience was measured in wetness and stretch. Mistress pointed, and Kathia knelt without question. Two fingers slipped inside, then three, until her own fist vanished knuckle-deep and wrist-deep inside the slick heat of her cunt. She fucked herself slow at first, then faster, grunting each time the knuckles dragged over the sensitive rim. By the final, greedy clench she looked dazed and shining, chin tucked in abject surrender.