Poke Fun

Elise needs cheering up. Dart Tech looks like the perfect fix. She binds him tight to the bed with red rope, strands cutting hard against skin. He’s gonna scream, she knows it, so she shoves a thick ball gag between his teeth and straps it down. That’s just the start. She knots his balls, yanks them up to the ceiling until his back arches brutally, spine exposed and helpless. One last move: she slides a brutal acupressure mat under him, spikes ready to bite. She releases the tension. Dart drops onto the needles. Pain spikes through every inch of him. Elise grins, climbs on, straddles his stretched frame. Her fingers dance—tickling, teasing, pushing him past the edge until both of them come hard, bodies shaking against the ropes and the cruel mat beneath.