Dare Game

Hellena was an arrogant little thing when she stripped bare and marched into the Mistress’s lair, smirking as if she could handle anything Mandy felt like throwing at her. A few short minutes were enough to change her mind. Rope bit into her wrists; cold steel of the cuffs clicked tight. Mandy strolled over her in stiletto heels, weight settling on ribs and belly until every breath came sharp. When the trampling ended, Mandy pulled Hellena’s hips into position, working the thick strap-on deep until Hellena bucked and moaned. Her body quickly forgot every bold promise and turned pliant, nothing but a wet, willing plaything for the Mistress to use.