Sex slave: Kathia

Kathia knows the ropes. The blindfold is on, her wrists and ankles bound behind her, and her body curves in a tight hogtie. She’s no stranger to this. But the moment the first bead of candle wax hits her shoulder, she yelps. The heat sinks straight through her skin, sharp and sudden. Above her, the brunette holds the candle steady. She’s bare-breasted, nipples tight, and her lips curve in a slow smile. She tips the candle again, lets a thin stream of melted wax roll down Kathia’s back, then across the pale swell of her breast. Each drop pulls another gasp. The brunette leans in, lips brushing the blonde’s ear. “You’ll do anything I want,” she whispers. Her free hand slides between Kathia’s open thighs and finds the soft, slick heat already waiting there. She works two fingers inside, then three, coaxing her wider, deeper, until her whole hand disappears. Kathia arches, the ropes creak, wax cracks along her skin, but she keeps taking it. The brunette’s wrist twists once, twice, and a low moan breaks from the bound blonde. That’s all the permission the mistress needs. She pumps slowly, deliberately, turning Kathia into exactly what she wants—an obedient girl who fists her mistress on command.