Long Time No Torment

Sage is back after a stretch. She knows the game here. She knows exactly how cruel we like to get, and she wants it. Tease until she breaks, then leave her aching. That’s the flavor Allie and I serve best. Allie’s new rope skills make it easy. She hoists Sage into the suspension rig, tits high, limbs spread, weightless and open. A thick ball gag stretches Sage’s mouth wide, turning every whimper into wet noise. Allie moves in close, running cool fingers over flushed skin, pinching nipples just to watch them stiffen and color. A vibrator hums against Sage’s clit for thirty cruel seconds then pulls away, again and again. The ropes creak when Sage jerks. Every time her hips chase the buzz, Allie snatches the toy back and leaves her grinding at nothing. Sweat beads at Sage’s hairline and rolls down her throat. Her eyes water, pleading. Allie only smiles and presses the vibrator right back where it hurts most—then kills it again. The room smells like rubber and want. Sage drools around the gag, strings of spit slipping down her chin and dripping onto her chest. Allie leans in, voice soft and mean: “Not yet.” Sage’s thighs shake, her cunt glistening, untouched, desperate. Every denied orgasm coils tighter until she’s shaking in the ropes, strung out on the edge and getting nowhere.