June tugged on her bonds, but found zero slack in them.

Heavy leather cuffs were locked

around each of her limbs, secured to the metal frame surrounding her with thick chains and
padlocks. The tigress stood in a standing spread-eagle, shivering in her domme’s basement
dungeon chill. Miss Khai liked to make sure her subs were always at least a little on edge, and
the temperature was just one factor of her control.

The bound tigress let out a tiny “mmph!” into her ballgag, but Miss Khai paid her no mind. The
nude gazelle just scanned her wall of toys, finally selecting a leather riding crop with a chuckle.
“Remember what you thought you could be in charge of me?” she asked, slowly striding up to
her bound quarry. “When you thought those big, bad predator muscles would be enough to keep
me in line?”

June whimpered, trying to shrink away from her Mistress. Six months ago, before she ever
touched a hormone pill, she had been a cocky prick at the bar and made a pass at Miss Khai.
She took “him” home with her, and made the tiger scream and beg for mercy. Now, with her
budding tits growing more and more by the day, June acknowledged her Mistress’ obvious
superiority.

But that wasn’t enough for Miss Khai. No matter how many times she had June helpless and
begging for mercy, she had to drive home just how weak her sub was deep down every time
they played. “Those muscles can’t help you, sub slut,” she whispered, tapping the crop against
one of June’s breasts. “All they can do is look pretty in their bonds as I make you pray for my
mercy.”

The tigress shuddered. Turns out growing breasts is a painful process, but Miss Khai didn’t have
any interest in alleviating that pain. Quite the opposite, in fact. She cracked the crop against
June’s left nipples, and the tigress howled. She pulled against her chains as hard as she could,
but as ever she found no slack. Once the gazelle decided she should be helpless, she would
be.

Another blow from the crop, this time to her right nipple. June didn’t understand why it hurt so
badly, nor did she understand why just this was enough to get her absolutely dripping wet. Her
cock stood at attention, leaking all over the cement floor of Miss Khai’s dungeon. The gazelle
glanced down at it and chuckled, running a fingertip down its length.

“I think I know what’s getting beaten when I’m done with your tits,” she mused as she delivered
a handful of quick strikes with the crop. “I wonder if I can beat cum out of your cute little
‘predator’ cock.”

June screamed into her gag, but didn’t make any move to indicate she wanted her Mistress to
stop. This felt so much better than acting like a big, bad predator boy. It felt right to hurt for her
superior.

END