Kinky Temptation

A few minutes later, Lyssandra finally stopped, the slime flogger dissolved back into her hand, leaving only a faint, oily residue.

"Hey, Ysabel," she called out softly, her voice unnervingly cheerful. "Are you awake?"

She approached the trembling figure, suspended by webs. Ysabel hung limply, her breathing coming in short, hitching gasps, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat and tears that had escaped the blindfold.

"You can hear me, right?" Lyssandra grabbed a thick handful of Ysabel's black hair and lifted her head roughly. With a quick yank, she ripped the damp silk covering Ysabel's mouth away. The gag fell to the ground, heavy with saliva, tears, and snot.

"Ahhh…!" Ysabel gasped, dragging in a desperate lungful of air. Her voice was raw, cracked. "I-I'm… I'm sorry… uuu… hic!" She immediately dissolved into broken, hiccuping sobs, her face crumpled in misery. "P-please… n-no more…"

Lyssandra looked down at her captive, a cruel amusement glinting in her blue eyes. "Who said anything about apologizing? And even if you do, it changes nothing. The punishment isn't over just because you said sorry."

She reached out and traced a fingertip lightly over Ysabel's scorching, abused ass cheeks.

The skin was a furious, angry red, criss-crossed with dark welts from the flogger. Lyssandra tsked softly, though her voice was thick with satisfaction.

"Look at you. Your ass is red as a pot on fire. It suits you, actually. Always so hot for it, aren't you? Always walking around like you're in heat every day, desperate for me."

A giggle escaped her lips. "Since you seem to be having so much fun, I think it's time for me to feel good too."

She snapped her fingers sharply. The sticky white strands holding Ysabel instantly reconfigured. The bonds around her wrists released, then re-formed higher, pulling her arms straight up above her head and holding them there securely. At the same time the webs on her ankles yanking her legs upwards and forward, forcing them to spread wide in the air.

Ysabel found herself suddenly in a new position of absolute vulnerability: her limbs spread in a wide 'X', suspended facing the ceiling, her body completely open and exposed. Her breath hitched as cool air rushed over her most intimate places.

Lyssandra admired her handiwork, a predatory smile spreading across her face. "Ah, much better."

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'Being treated like a toy… like an object for her pleasure… it feels…' Ysabel's thoughts were fragmented, overwhelmed by sensation. 'Ah… Ah… I… I like it…'

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