Mistress Kathia's dungeon - part 1.

Mistress Kathia Nobili runs the kind of dungeon where mercy is a foreign word. Tonight she keeps two willing victims. The girls lick, crawl, and choke on whatever she gives them. Discipline comes quick and wordless. Ashley gets the spotlight first. She drops to her hands and knees like she was born for it. Tiny frame, tight skin, the look of a porcelain doll that asks to be broken. The flogger sings, leather snaps skin. Ashley gasps, then arches, nipples already stiff against the hard floor. Kathia steps between those thin legs, pushes a leather-gloved hand between dripping thighs, claims the wet center waiting there. Ashley shudders but stays still. Orders stay simple, absolute: open wider, stretch the pink folds, hold them apart so Mistress can see her dark hole twitch. Drool glistens at the corner of her mouth. The cane stripes her ass in narrow lines; every mark blooms bright under the spotlight. She stays silent except for the wet sounds of Kathia working two fingers inside her, knuckle-deep, knuckles twisting. The metal rings on Kathia’s fingers glint when she pulls out, strings of cunt-slick trailing between the girl’s legs. The second girl watches from a locked kneeling position, cunt visibly throbbing with envy. Ashley keeps her eyes down. She knows the only job left is to beg without words. The riding crop taps her cheek, her nipples, her open slit. She thanks each strike with a small whine that trembles between respect and hunger.