Sex slave: Kathia

Kathia hangs upside down, ropes biting into her flesh. Bruises bloom on her pale skin. Her breath comes shallow, shallow, then stops when the Mistress walks in. She pinches Kathia’s tongue, clamps it, forces it forward until drool runs down her chin and her throat burns dry. Then comes the mask. The Mistress fits it over her face and slowly twists the valve, letting each puff of air tease open her lungs before snatching the next one away.