Out Of The Blue: Leileyn, Master EricX

Leileyn got more than she signed up for. Straightjacket pinned her arms tight, chains bit into her wrists and ankles, anchoring her against the cold concrete. She yelled for the man to say his name. He stayed quiet. His hands moved anyway—flog, paddle, strap—each strike landing harder than the last. When she thought he was finished, he pressed a buzzing zapper against her skin and lit every nerve on fire. Then he dropped to one knee, holding up a small vibrator and letting her watch the grin spread under his mask. Pleasure next.