Sage

Laila and I were left by Constantino in his BDSM room, strapped to the walls and with vibrators wedged deep within of us. I balled up my fists around the chains and held them there tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure. It seemed like we had been coming here repeatedly for more than an hour.

I was propelled higher and higher with each vibrator vibration. I turned my head back and peered at the wall-length mirror at the side of the room, sensing that it was probably not just any ordinary mirror but rather a device that allowed Constantino to keep an eye on us as we approached, operate...