Marked For Pleasure

Raee Ripley signed up for their first taste of real restraint and it's already swallowing them whole. Short black hair frames their face. Tall black boots frame everything else. Hands locked behind their back, waist chained to two pipes, red ball gag jammed between their teeth, Raee stands helpless in underwear and waits. Eli Cross wastes no time. He grabs, slaps, and punches until the skin stings, then strips the underwear away. A wooden ruler cracks across bare flesh. The cane follows, striping Raee’s body with thin red lines. When the marks bloom, Eli presses a vibrator to Raee’s clit and forces a shaking orgasm out of them. Next, the boots are chained to the floor. A heavy metal ball hangs from the collar, forcing Raee into a sharp ninety-degree bend. Wrists are cuffed high, ass exposed. Eli slaps the offered cheeks, then clips large clamps onto the outer labia and hangs weights from them. Each swing of the leather paddle makes the weights tug and Raee screams around the gag. Another climax is ripped from them anyway. Finally Raee is on their back, legs spread wide, ankles and wrists chained down. Eli’s boot presses into their chest, then kicks hard. Clothespins snap onto the pussy one after another. He steps on Raee’s face, ruler in hand, beating the tender skin beneath the pins. When he decides Raee has earned it, he grinds the Hitachi against their clit and fucks them deep with a dick-on-a-stick until the orgasms crash through them, one after another.