The ropes cut deep. My arms yanked behind me, lashed to the post. One heel planted, the other leg pinned so I can't shift. Every twitch yanks my hair in the opposite direction and the pain flashes hot through my scalp. The wand stays locked between my legs, humming low, steady, never enough. My cunt clenches around nothing, wet and aching. I rock my hips anyway, chasing more, and the movement jerks my hair again. A spike of hurt. A pulse of need. My breath comes out broken. I beg without thinking, voice hoarse, promising anything if the vibration will just tip me over. It doesn't. It never does. I hang there, shaking, dripping, stretched between pain and denial until my legs tremble in the heels and my moans turn ragged.
The ropes cut deep. My arms yanked behind me, lashed to the post. One heel planted, the other leg pinned so I can't shift. Every twitch yanks my hair in the opposite direction and the pain flashes hot through my scalp. The wand stays locked between my legs, humming low, steady, never enough. My cunt clenches around nothing, wet and aching. I rock my hips anyway, chasing more, and the movement jerks my hair again. A spike of hurt. A pulse of need. My breath comes out broken. I beg without thinking, voice hoarse, promising anything if the vibration will just tip me over. It doesn't. It never does. I hang there, shaking, dripping, stretched between pain and denial until my legs tremble in the heels and my moans turn ragged.