Mounting heat. Burning. There’s nothing else as Mistress Tara’s latex-gloved fingertips wank my erection.

I twist, gasp, bonds straining the bedframe. Her European lilt offers escape, embodying her ad: Pain Slut. Couples a specialism.

“Enough?”

My bleary gaze lands on Becca, tethered open alongside. More chili juices smear my throbbing cock, the rush ripping through me.

“Ffucckk! Antidote!”

Mistress smiles. Snaps off the gloves. Disappears. Returns with ice cream. Stuffs Becca’s pussy with it as she writhes, begging for freedom.

Upon release, we snap together. Clutch, kiss, desperately fucking the pain away in sweet, sticky, messy lust.

Mistress watches.