Helena Locke: Sadistic Volition

Helena Locke usually runs the room. She cracks the whip. But today she wants to flip the script and feel the sting herself. With The Pope gone, she's alone with her own appetite for punishment. She starts between her legs—flogger lashing her pussy in vicious, measured strokes. Red welts rise fast. She keeps swinging. Then the cane comes out. She lines it up on the soft skin of her inner thighs and lays into herself, each strike sharp enough to make her breath catch. Her ass gets next, paddle cracking down hard and fast until the skin glows hot. Every blow feeds the need. When she's shaking and soaked from the pain, she grabs the vibrator, presses it tight to her swollen clit, and rides it until the orgasm tears through her. No mercy given. None asked for.