Mistress Blunt & Robin - Mommy's Basement: Day Two

Robin hangs locked inside the cage, wrists cinched overhead. Heavy footfalls echo on the stairs. Mistress Blunt appears, circling the steel like she’s already picked the next bruise she wants to paint. She presses a cattle prod to bare skin and the crackle knocks a raw cry loose. The rod lands again, again. Then the whip cuts in, slicing the tight space with sharp, wet cracks. Nipple clamps bite down, weights tugging with every flinch. Blunt pops the latch. She hauls Robin onto cold concrete, spreads them open, and snaps pussy clamps into place. The flogger follows, leather tails thudding across ribs and thighs. A cane snaps in to stripe flesh harder, louder. Robin keeps a lit candle clenched between their teeth; wax dribbles in fat, searing drops across chest and belly. Fingers press in—more, then the whole fist, sliding past resistance for the very first time. Robin shakes, stretched wide. Blunt climbs on, drops her weight on their face, grinds until she comes hard, slick and loud, leaving Robin gasping beneath her.