Do what I say, Ginna

Ginna kneels in the damp light of the dungeon. Her body is naked, tense, and Kathia stands over her, confident, one hand around the thick dildo already slick. She gives Ginna a single look. Ginna obeys and offers her back. Face down on the wooden table now, Ginna lies spread and open. Kathia ties her wrists to the rings fixed in the wood. Ankles, too. She pulls the straps taut. Ginna can hardly move.