Macy's Mind Wipe

Macy owns every inch of Allie Heart. A full day of teasing and fucking. Then the lights hit. Strobes slice through the dark, wiping the slate clean each time they flash. Allie’s thoughts scatter, her mind wiped clean, then she’s forced to start over. The vibrator hums against her clit, that warm buzz teetering on the edge, only to vanish the moment the lights flare again. Bound tight in fishnets, wrists strapped down, she struggles but Macy keeps the rhythm cruel and unpredictable. Short bursts of pleasure, then nothing, again and again, until Allie can’t remember where one sensation ends and the next begins. She’s lost in the dark, mind blank, body trembling, waiting for the next flash, the next reset, the next denial.