... to Ron that she loved to be abused and treated like a slave and he took her at her word. They had a long talk and she consented to everything he would do to her without reservation. The safe word was always at the back of her mind, but she had vowed to herself that she would never use it.
The bit between her teeth kept her from making any recognizable sound. Her long red hair was piled up on top of her head, her green eyes covered by a mask, her bare body covered in a sea of whip marks, her pussy juice leaving trails down her thighs as the beating continued.
Her tormentor was her best friend and house mate Ron Stoppable. He stood beside her, wearing only a black leather g string, whip in hand and enjoying the display his slave put on for him.
The last week had been incredibly hectic. The football season had started and classes were in session. They had not had the chance to play for five days and now, as always, Kim was incredibly horny and needed to be abused to calm down.
This was the way all their weekends went since they had confessed their needs to each other. They had learned exactly what the other wanted years ago as the result of an evil mind switching machine made by Kimís arch foe Dr. Dracken. When Kim had stayed at Ronís house she found Ronís pile of bondage magazines and Ron found Kimís video diary of her wishes to be submissiv...