Addicted to Pain

Kyra gets wet just thinking about domination. Her nipples tighten at the memory of fingers closing around her throat. She wants the bruises. She wants the burn of slaps across tender flesh, the way pain sinks deeper after each strike. Tonight, she walks straight into Mistress Katy’s domain. The other woman reads her needs in a single glance—tits already marked from her last session, wrists already craving rope, cunt already slick. Katy has the hands to make her body sing louder than before, and she doesn’t intend to hold back.