Domination in Kathia's basement

Kathia led Melyssa down the basement stairs and closed the door behind them. Something in Melyssa’s posture looked ready to serve, and Kathia meant to find out how deep that need went. When Melyssa slipped the blindfold on and waited, Kathia buckled thick straps around her wrists and drew the leather tight, guiding her down onto her knees first, then pressing her onto her back across the padded bench. With steady hands, Kathia brought out the largest inflatable she owned, slid it between the blonde’s parted lips, and worked the pump in slow, deliberate squeezes. Each squeeze widened the toy, pushing Melyssa’s jaw open and stretching her mouth until the soft, pink skin around her lips deepened to blue and her breath whistled around the seal. Kathia kept pumping, holding the shaft steady while the blonde’s throat worked around the pressure, the black strap of the blindfold stark against pale skin.