Susi’s

A few days had passed since the humiliating chaos at the climbing park. The initial storm of shame and adrenaline had finally settled, and Lisa was actually excited for the next shoot — especially because Peter was joining her this time.

The owner had planned a dark-room series with strong BDSM vibes. In the middle of the studio stood a massive St. Andrew’s cross mounted on a hydraulic balancer that could tilt from fully upright to completely horizontal with the press of a button.

First, Lisa and Peter inspected everything under bright lights. They walked through the entire sequence together, checking every strap, every toy, every angle. The table was loaded with gear: soft feathers for tickling, paddles, light floggers, powerful vibrators, and even electric stimulation pads with gentle tingling fingers.

“I don’t want real pain,” Lisa said firmly at the beginning. But then the memory of Silke’s sharp slap on her clit up on the wall flashed through her mind. A strange, dark little thrill ran down her spine. She bit her lip and added quietly, “...light slaps are okay. Just light ones.”

They agreed on the safe word “Red,” discussed limits, aftercare, and everything else with calm, professional seriousness. Peter even double-checked that she was truly comfortable.

When everything was set, Jan led Lisa to the changing area. She stripped completely naked and slipped on only the green mask. Jan guided her back into the dark room and expertly bound her to the cross with wide, padded black leather straps. Her arms were stretched high and wide above her head, her legs **** far apart, ankles and thighs secured tightly so her smooth, shaved pussy and tight little asshole were completely exposed.

Before the lights changed, Lisa looked at Jan and the owner and said nervously, “But please… not directly on my pussy, okay?”

The owner nodded with a reassuring smile. “Of course. Only suggested. Don’t worry about it.”

What Lisa didn’t know was that the three high-end cameras were positioned so her spread-open, glistening pussy was captured in razor-sharp detail from every possible angle — front, low, and side — fully lit and on full display.

Then the main lights went out.

Only deep green spotlights remained, bathing the room in a dark, sensual, almost demonic glow.

Jan stepped in front of the main camera and began moderating in his smooth, professional voice:

“Welcome to the Dark Room… Tonight we have the beautiful, helplessly bound Lisa and her partner Peter…”

Peter stepped closer to the cross, picking up various toys one by one, holding them up to the camera while Lisa hung there, heart pounding, already breathing faster behind the green mask.

They started posing — slow, artistic, erotic. Peter ran a feather lightly over her nipples, dragged a soft flogger across her stomach, pressed a low-vibration toy against her inner thigh. Everything stayed within the agreed limits. Lisa moaned softly, arching into the touches, the green light making her skin look almost unreal.

By the time they finished the first round of shots, Lisa was burning up. Her breathing was ragged, her nipples stiff and aching, her pussy visibly swollen and glistening under the green spotlights. She hadn’t come yet, but her whole body was trembling with need, thighs flexing against the tight leather straps, a thin trail of her arousal already running down the inside of her leg.

Jan lowered his camera and gave a satisfied nod. Even the owner, who was usually hard to impress, looked pleased. “Great energy,” he said. “Peter, can you come with me to the office for a quick minute? We need to sign the release forms for the next set. Jan will take care of Lisa.” Peter gave Lisa a quick, reassuring smile and kissed her masked forehead before following the owner out.

Lisa called after him, voice husky and teasing even while she was still bound spread-eagle on the cross: “Come back soon, baby… I’ve got a little surprise for you later.”

The door clicked shut behind them. Jan’s phone suddenly rang. He checked the screen, muttered “Shit, it’s the client,” and stepped out of the room for a moment. “Two minutes, Lisa. Don’t go anywhere,” he joked, then disappeared into the hallway, phone already to his ear.

The heavy studio door closed, leaving Lisa alone in the dark, green-lit room. She let her head fall back against the padded cross, eyes closed, trying to calm her racing pulse and the throbbing heat between her legs. Then the door opened again.

Susi stepped inside, closing it quietly behind her with a soft click. She was still in her tiny black thong, her tits bare, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. “Well, well… look at you, you little slut,” she purred, walking slowly toward the helplessly bound girl. “All tied up and dripping for me. I’m going to make you pay now. You’re going to settle those bet debts you ran away from like a coward.”

Lisa’s eyes snapped open behind the green mask. Her stomach tightened. “Fuck you, Susi,” she spat, voice sharp despite her **** position. “I don’t owe you shit. Silke already took her prize up on the wall. The bet is done. Jan and Peter will be right back and they’ll untie me. Get the hell out of here.”

Susi just laughed “Nobody’s coming, princess,” she said sweetly, pulling out a thick black riding crop and tapping it against her palm. “Nobody’s going to look for you. Right now one of my friends is leading your precious Peter to a gloryhole in the back room. She told him you’re the one waiting on your knees behind the wall… ready to suck him off like a good little masked whore.”

Susi’s grin widened as she stepped closer, eyes gleaming.

“He’s already got his cock out. Some fat old whore is on her knees right now, slobbering all over him, telling him how tight and wet your throat feels. He thinks it’s you. And Jan?” She laughed again. “Jan’s going to be on that phone for at least twenty minutes. Long enough for me to have my fun.”

She dragged the tip of the riding crop slowly up the inside of Lisa’s spread thigh, stopping just short of her dripping pussy.

“And me?” Susi whispered, leaning in until her breath brushed Lisa’s masked ear. “I’ve still got my own plan for you, you stuck-up little bitch. And this time… there’s no one here to save you.”