Sangini was known for her adventurous spirit and boundless curiosity. Her days were filled with exploring the hidden corners of the town, and her imagination often led her to the most unexpected places. One day, Sangini's mischievous thoughts led her down a treacherous path. In the shadows of a towering oak tree, she hatched a daring plan. "Why not try being a burglar, just for fun?" she mused, a playful glint in her eyes. With a black mask and nimble fingers, Sangini crept through the cobblestone streets, drawn by the allure of the unknown. The house she chose was a grand mansion, wrapped in ivy and steeped in mystery. Its windows glistened like diamonds under the sunlight. Sangini's heart raced as she picked the lock, her breath mingling with the air. The thrill of the forbidden danced through her veins, every creak of the floorboards playing a wicked symphony. Inside, the mansion revealed its secrets - opulent tapestries, glittering chandeliers, and precious artifacts whispered tales of a life of luxury. Sangini marveled at the treasures surrounding her, each one holding a story untold. Unbeknownst to Sangini, the owner of the house, a wise, skillful man named Kalahari, had been roused by the unfamiliar sounds. His senses honed by years of living alone, he moved like a ghost through the corridors, shadows embracing him. Just as Sangini passed a pool in the yard and reached for a couch in a living room, she was grabbed from behind by strong, firmly hands. There’s no chance to escape from that grip and Sangini decides to wait what waits her next. The voice of a powerful man is resonating with authority and command, so when he ordered: “Take your clothes off” - the unsuccessful robber obeyed. The owner was sitting of the couch, watching skirt and shirt goes down, but it’s not enough. He grabs the girl, takes off the bra and get the rope, that was laying around the house just in case. Kalahari secures the elbows together, hearing moans and seeing the body twitches. More rope between her legs – tight crotch rope adds more inconvenience to the situation. He packs her in a compact hogtie and presents a leather belt. With some hard strokes oh the socks he prepares feet for the main dish. He takes the mask off and immediately let the mouth wide open with an oral dilator. “Take off your socks and I’ll let you go. If not – you’ll be punished. Be hurry.” Sangini tries her best, but it’s nearly impossible to move in all that ropes. Meantime Kalahari presents on the bench in front of her face all the variable devises for further punishment. The girl was unsuccessful, and he ties her toes together to beat the fuck out of it with the whip. Sangini is confused and gets the penis gag right into her mouth. She sucks and gags on it before Kalahari secures it. The next trial is to hold every sound and stay silent. Her body is shaking after every hit, which becomes harder and harder every time until on the tenth it’s becoming too much, and she finally screams. Next task is caning with a twist. She must stare at the camera and still stay silent. The excruciating pain makes Sangini shrink under the strokes, but she stays in place. The hogtie gets tighter, the socks with a turn of rope go into the mouth, changing the gag. The same punishment continues with extended duration: 30 strokes, 3 rounds. Silent. Watching the camera. Sangini is crying, trying to hold the scream, but failed and Kalahari has to start over. With every fail he stops. And start again. The girl is sweaty and desperate, she’s sobbing even between the rounds, wishing it to end sooner. But Kalarahi doesn’t think she’s punished enough and hugs her as an act of support before adding nipple clamps and starting the final round: 100 hits, Sangini is able to do anything she wants. He pushes Sangini’s limits until the final stroke breaks her. And so, Sangini's misadventure became a turning point in her life. The thrill of the unknown would forever be tempered by wisdom, and the memory of that painful predicament would serve as a reminder that curiosity can cause troubles.
