A Variety of Sex Toys and a Fuck Saw

Mistress Delirious calls Ava over to try the new haul. They sit side by side on the dungeon bench, knees open, straps loose. First come the little things—slim plugs, buzzing eggs—slid in, switched on, passed back and forth until the wet sound fills the room. Ava breathes harder, hips rolling against each new pulse. Then Mistress reaches behind the bench. What she brings out is big, black, and built to slam. Ava’s eyes widen, but she stays seated. Mistress lines the fuck-saw up, clicks the trigger once for test, twice for real. The first long thrust knocks the breath out of Ava’s chest; the next makes her scream. Mistress keeps the pace brutal and exact, letting Ava’s back arch and her thighs shake until she comes hard enough to rattle the bench legs. Before Ava can drop, the saw hits her again, and again, until her cries echo off the concrete walls.