Meat and Potatoes

Sasha doesn't masturbate. When she's at home and she gets horny the last thing she wants to do is play with herself. It just doesn't feel right. Instead she stimulates her mind sexually. She reads stories. One in particular has stuck with her over the years.

She is brought into the room wearing a potato sack on her head. The dirty mattress on the floor, which has been home to a family of rats for the past few months, cushions her as she falls. She's stripped and manhandled as she squirms around. The fantasy from her story is being replayed in her mind.

Her ankles are attached to her hair, but the knot she's been laying on all night is becoming excruciating. She pleads for release. The response is to pull her hair and ankles up even further. She's whipped and caned and again her fantasy plays through her head.

Standing against a column Sasha knows what is coming. Her mouth is stuffed yet again with a gag a size or two too big. The singletail does it's work and she's crying yet again. The vibrator helps sooth the pain.

In the end Sasha knows her place is in the story. She's meant to be that girl. She comes here to become her destiny.