Kink
Laying on her back, my slave eagerly awaited the next step of our playtime. Her eyes were filled with desire and her body was trembling with anticipation. I could tell she was begging for more, so I reached for the spreader bar, its cold metal sending shivers down her spine. I quickly secured her ankles to the ends of the bar, making sure she was fully exposed and helpless. Her legs were now spread wide apart, giving me full access to her wet and aching pussy. With a wicked grin, I pulled out a set of sharp piercings and began teasing her sensitive skin. She moaned and writhed in pleasure as I pierced her flesh, marking her as my own. The spreader bar kept her perfectly open for me to explore every inch of her as I pleased. She was my willing submissive, craving every moment of pain and pleasure that I gave her. And with the spreader bar holding her captive, there was no escaping my carnal desires.
