The Night we Broke Jessika
[F/f] [lezdom] [bastinado] [foot fetish] [bondage] [forced orgasms] Continued from: The Forbidden Wing Holy fuck, you guys… I’m kneeling right now in one of the richly furnished punishment rooms of the Facility, and my heart is hammering so hard I can feel it between my legs. The room is beautiful in the most terrifying way — dark wood bondage benches with thick leather padding, walls lined with neatly displayed whips, straps, crops, and restraints that gleam under the soft, moody lighting. It feels elegant and ominous at the same time, like a luxurious dungeon built just for a single purpose. I’m wearing nothing but my childish little ruffled ankle socks and my white panties. Everything else is gone. I’m on my knees in the center of the room, head bowed, arms submissively folded behind my back, palms resting against my spine just like Mistress instructed. I’ve been in this pose for what feels like forever, my thighs trembling slightly, my arousal soaking the gusset of my delicate...
