Journey of The Dominant Pt. 2

Helena wants The Pope to rip every limit wide open. Day one was rope. Today he starts with steel and leather and doesn't bother easing in. She sits on a wooden wedge that splits her open, arms lashed tight behind her, ankles chained to the floor. Clamps bite her nipples; weights tug them hard. He brings the cattle prod close and she has to beg him to use it. Then she’s flat on her back, feet trapped high in a bastinado frame. The crop, the cane—whatever he grabs—strikes until her soles are raw. After that he mounts a handheld fuck-machine and drives her straight to the edge. The last round he holds nothing back. She ends up wrecked, soaked, and sobbing, exactly where she ached to land.