Sunday afternoon blurred into a haze of heat and exposure.

Elena had been kept plugged all night and through breakfast. The larger steel toy now felt like a permanent part of her—every movement sent deep, rolling waves of pleasure-pain through her core. Victor had removed it only once, in the morning, to replace it with an even thicker version after making her beg on her knees in front of three other guests.

By early afternoon, the public use began in earnest.

She was placed in the center of the main salon on a raised platform. Wrists bound high above her head to a steel ring, legs spread wide and chained...