Submissive to the end - part 2

Two lovers, both aching to yield. They arrive together, strip slowly, and let Mistress Kathia take whatever she wants from either of them. She binds the woman first, arms stretched high, ankles spread, and coats her nipples with a slick of lubricant until they glisten. A riding crop kisses the inside of her thighs, each tap sharp, each pause long. When the girl is trembling, Kathia drags her onto the man’s lap. His wrists are already cuffed to the chair. Kathia pushes the woman’s slick, opened folds down onto him in one slow, relentless stroke. They gasp in unison. Kathia watches, one hand resting at the base of his cock, the other working two fingers into the woman’s ass in time with each thrust. She dictates pace, depth, angle—harder, slower, hold, now—until the lovers are glistening, shaking, desperate. Finally she locks the woman in a thick leather harness, forces her to ride him again while a thick strap circles his throat, and commands them both to come on her count. They obey. The club lights keep pulsing; the scent of leather and sweat hangs in the air like warm smoke.