School Of Submission: Brooke Johnson - Day Four

Graduation day at the School of Submission. Brooke Johnson, wrists lashed behind her, hangs in a mean rope suspension. Her back bows into a savage arch, feet scraping for balance, rope bit tight between her teeth. The Pope hangs butterfly clamps on her nipples and her cunt lips, each one stretched tight to the rigging so every twitch pulls something raw. He presses the Hitachi to her clit and wrings a quick, brutal orgasm out of her—call it a passing grade. Next he throws her to the floor, shackles wrists and ankles wide, spread-eagle on the concrete. The cat-o-nine-tails whistles down, striping every inch of bare skin until it’s glowing. When she’s shaking and slick, he lines her ribs and tits with a zipper of clothespins, then rigs the cord to a pulley above her head. The Hitachi hums hard against her cunt while two fingers drive inside; he holds her right on the edge until she begs. Permission granted, he yanks the zipper slow, pin by pinching pin, pain crashing straight into the orgasm ripping through her. Brooke screams like a girl who just earned her diploma.