Spicy Hot
Now let's see how long you can hold out.
The first lash cracks before I can tense up. A line of fire crosses my back, I gasp, my fingers tighten around the handcuffs, the chains clink weakly. The pain is sharp, precise, but even worse is the way Isadora follows it with a caress, her nails tracing the burning furrow on my skin, as if to soothe what she has just inflicted.