Chapter 59. Collared Cunt Self-Punishment (4k)

My name’s Rhea, and the moment that red light flares on, I drop to my knees on the cold hardwood like the obedient little slave I was born to be. The only things that exist are this camera, the steel collar locked tight around my throat, and the burning, dripping need between my clamped-open thighs.

Black leather cuffs bite into my wrists, chained short to a spreader bar that forces my knees obscenely wide. My ankles are locked in matching cuffs, tethered to rings bolted into the floor so I can’t close my legs even if I beg. A thick black ball-gag stretches my jaw, drool already spilling in long silver strands onto my heaving tits. My nipples are crushed in vicious clover clamps, the connecting chain swaying with every shuddering breath, tugging painfully when I move.

I stare straight into the lens, eyes glassy with submission, and wait for your silent command.

You don’t speak, but I feel it anyway. I arch my back, presenting like a bitch in heat. My pussy is swoll