A little lesson for Nikky Thorne

Nikky Thorne always talked too much. She spent her days on set with her fist buried in one girl after another, then laughed about it on camera for TeachMeFisting. We decided she needed the same treatment. We tied her to a wooden chair between shoots, ankles spread and locked to the legs, wrists crossed behind the backrest. Left her like that until Mistress Mandy Bright walked in. The moment the heavy door shut, Nikky stopped smiling. Mandy crossed the room in four slow steps. She grabbed a fistful of Nikky’s hair, tilted her head back, and shoved two gloved fingers straight into her open mouth until Nikky gagged. Spit ran down her chin onto her bare tits. Mandy worked the fingers deeper, then replaced them with the full width of her hand, forcing Nikky’s jaw wide until her lips strained around the knuckles. She kept pushing until the whole fist disappeared and Nikky’s throat bulged. Mandy held her there, counting under her breath, then pulled out slow enough that strings of saliva stretched and snapped. Nikky coughed, eyes watering, but Mandy was already slicking lube over her knuckles again. This time she went lower. She sank to one knee between Nikky’s spread thighs and pressed the same glistening fist against Nikky’s cunt. One hard shove and four fingers slid inside; the thumb tucked and Mandy kept driving until her wrist disappeared. Nikky’s belly jumped. Mandy twisted, pulled back an inch, then punched in again. Each thrust made a wet, sucking sound that filled the quiet room. She kept the pace brutal and steady while Nikky’s hips tried to rock against the ropes. Every few strokes Mandy added a little more lube, letting it drip down Nikky’s ass crack and soak the seat. She fisted her until Nikky’s thighs shook and her moans turned hoarse, then she stood, wiped her dripping glove across Nikky’s flushed face, and left without a word. Nikky sat there panting, cunt still pulsing around nothing, knowing the lesson had only just begun.