Pleasures of Being Dominated

Barbie's tight body bows and strains under the ropes, every line of her perfect frame highlighted in the harsh light. Her wrists ache already, the metallic pins gleaming in Mandy's fingers like a threat. Mandy ignores the girl's desperate whimpers, the tears that streak her flushed cheeks. She runs the points along Barbie's skin until gooseflesh rises, then presses them home. Barbie cries out, tries to twist, but Mandy holds her firm—bigger, crueler, completely in control. Her hand drifts lower, cupping Barbie, parting her, deciding what she'll take next. The thick dildo waits beside the cuffs, glistening and ready. Mandy picks it up, drags it along Barbie's thigh so she feels its weight, its size. Barbie whines again when the head nudges inside, but her hips betray her, rocking down to meet it. Mandy pushes deeper, relentless, watching her submissive break and beg in the same helpless breath. Arousal slicks down Barbie's thighs; she's shaking, strung out on pain and need, the heavy cock spreading her, stretching her open. Mandy works it in until only the base remains visible, then leaves it there, one finger tracing the slick edges as Barbie clenches around it, reduced to ragged cries and shivers of forced, unstoppable pleasure.