Ass-Up And Anonymous

Codi's routine's been flatlining for weeks. Every day copies the last one, right down to her morning dump and the same cheap coffee. She wanted an electric shock, something that'd jolt her awake, so she surrendered her control completely—and did it in her own bedroom. Codi's buckled face-down on the mattress, both holes waving like welcome signs. Penny Barber strolls in, the rando stranger Codi pulled off the apps for this game. Penny's packing a duffel full of silicone dicks and straps. Flip the wrists back, push the knees forward—position doesn’t matter when your brain is already dialed to yes. Penny’s got the reins now, and every click and stroke reminds Codi exactly where her freedom just went.