Nasty Prank

Poor Sofie walked right into it. We told her we’d give her a shot at performing, then sent her straight to Mistress Mandy’s private den. Maybe it was cruel. Watching what happened next made it hard to feel sorry. Mandy had the redhead bent and trembling, working a thick strap deep inside her while Sofie whimpered and pleaded for a break that never came. The domme held the pace exactly where she wanted it, her body rolling in smooth, deliberate strokes. Every time Sofie gasped for mercy, Mandy pushed deeper, voice low and unbothered. That greedy, wet sound of the toy sliding in again and again filled the room. Sofie’s legs shook. Her pleas dissolved into ragged little cries. Mandy never relented, just kept taking what she wanted.