Ass-Up And Anonymous

Codi Vore’s days blur together lately. Same alarm, same coffee, same route to wherever. She can practically smell what’s happening next, so boring she’s itchy for the opposite. Something dumb. Random. To get any of that she knows she has to hand over the wheel completely, and she’s doing it tonight. She locks the cuffs to the headboard first, kneels on the mattress, then drops her chest and pushes her hips high so her ass is the first thing anyone sees when the door opens. She waits like that, knees spread, both holes already slick and exposed. Penny Barber comes in quiet, shuts the door, and the energy shifts right away. No chit-chat. She just circles the bed once, snaps a leather strap around each thigh, forces Codi’s legs even wider, then clips them to the cuffs. The position stretches Codi open, cheeks parted, holes offered like they’re gift-wrapped. Penny pulls a fat silicone plug from her bag, spits on it once, then pushes it in slow until it pops past Codi’s rim and stays. Next comes the dildo, thick and veined; she works it into Codi’s cunt without warning, twisting until the base kisses her lips. Codi moans into the pillow and Penny just grins, gives the base a little shove to make sure it won’t slide out. She tapes a wand vibrator to the base of the dildo, flicks it on low, then steps back to watch the show. Every time Codi tries to rock her hips the straps yank her back into place, the plug shifts, the dildo grinds deeper. Penny keeps adjusting the vibe higher whenever she feels like it, sometimes holds Codi’s cheeks open just to stare, smacks them once or twice when the whim strikes. Codi can’t do anything except shake and drip, totally at the other woman’s mercy, and she’s grinning into the sheets like an idiot because it’s working: for once she has zero idea what’s coming next.