"Narcissa, my little slut, would you like to come?" Her guttural groan was pleading, begging, and the line of drool coming out from the corner of her mouth told me all I needed to know. I pulled her up from the spanking bench and lead her by her bound wrists and bent her over the table. Using the second rope that was attached to the ring overhead, I pulled her wrists back over her head as she was lying face-down onto the table, her left cheek pressed against the cold wood as I positioned the tip of my strap-on at her entrance.