You are Not in Control

Elise Graves keeps Steve exactly where she wants him, inside that full leather pup suit with the hood zipped tight. He can't see, can't speak, can't move a muscle on his own. The suit holds him like a second skin and the isolation does the rest. Then she clips wires to his cock and his ass and the current starts to bite. Every jolt reminds him who owns the switch. She wheels out the milking machine, locks it on, and suddenly Steve's body doesn't even get to decide when he comes. She rolls the cart, changes the voltage, turns the suction up and down. His dick twitches, swells, leaks, all of it driven by her fingers. Big, thick, trapped. She watches every spasm through the leather and smiles. He's hers now, every nerve, every drop.