Sex slave: Kira Banks

Kira Banks looks pale at the doorway. She steps inside, unaware of what the session has planned for her. Had she known, she might not have come at all. Mistress Mandy waits near the rack, crop in hand, eyes fixed on the girl. Kira’s thin wrists rest limply at her sides. She has never been bound, never tasted real hurt. The Mistress trails the crop up Kira’s inner thigh, stopping short of the cotton panties. A slow smile forms on Mandy’s lips as she tugs the cloth aside, exposing smooth skin to cool air. The first lash lands with a sharp crack. Kira flinches, breath caught in her throat. Another strike follows, then another, each leaving a bright stripe against pale flesh. Mistress Mandy works without hurry, watching the girl’s hips jerk and her breath hitch. Sweat beads at Kira’s collarbone. Pain flowers across her skin, then settles into a slow, aching throb that leaves her knees weak and her lips parted. The session has only begun.