Electro Straitjacket Exposure, Part One

Rachel Greyhound sprawls wide open on a small bed, her body locked in a No Escape straitjacket, ballet boots laced tight. Her knees are cuffed apart, each ankle chained to the bed rails so her thighs spread and stay spread. Elise slides the metal electrical balls deep into Rachel’s cunt, then closes a cold Steelwerks clamp over the outer lips, squeezing until only the swollen clit can poke through. The metal bites down, keeping every inch of the conductors sealed inside. Rachel’s breathing turns ragged. Elise cranks a dental gag behind her teeth and ratchets it wide, forcing her jaw open. When the current hums to life, the straitjacket creaks with every jerk of Rachel’s torso. Her hips twist, pussy lips crushed under the clamp, clit twitching under the open air. Muffled groans spill around the gag, raw and endless. Sweat beads on her skin. The circuit pulses, draws a broken scream, and Rachel’s whole frame arches against the inescapable hold of leather, steel, and electricity.