The echoing click of my heels against the dungeon floor tells you I am circling you, predator examining prey. You feel yourself start to shake as excitement and nerves rack your body. The binds hold tight against your quivering form. A sharp snapping sound slices through the air and you feel the harsh sting of My whip.

You hang there, helpless and dangling in the pit of your demise, when the strong hands of your Mistress grab a hold of your hips and jerk you into position. Another hand reaches from behind you to cover your mouth, muffling your screams as they get louder and louder with each thrust… Your legs are held open by a Mistress on each