Predicament Bondage Takes Her to The Edge

Chanel Camryn kneels naked on a wooden crate. The Pope binds her hands behind her back, then wraps rope tight around her chest. He stands her up, stuffs a ball-gag between her teeth, and lifts one leg high. Her pussy glistens. He ties the other leg, stops to press the vibrator hard against her clit, and wrings the first orgasm out of her. Both legs suspended now, he works the Hitachi again until her body jerks and shudders against the ropes. Flat on her back, her legs are lashed together. Rope from her ankles runs through a pulley; The Pope raises her ass and starts to flog it. He gives her the choice: more strokes or higher in the air. She picks the hits, then changes her mind and gets hoisted. Clothespins bite her tits and nipples. He asks if she wants them off. She nods. He rips them free with the flogger, then shoves the vibrator between her thighs. She holds her breath, cums hard, shakes so violently the ropes grind deeper into her skin. He wedges the Hitachi into the leg-wrap, pressed flush to her clit, and watches her explode over and over, helpless. Face-down on the padded table, her ankles are pulled to her ass, hair yanked back and tied off. Rope lifts her into a cruel arch, back bowed, moans pouring past the gag. Her ass and slick, puffy cunt are wide open. The Pope slips two fingers inside her, fucks her steady until she cums again, shaking. He swaps to the dick-on-a-stick; the spasms don’t stop. When she needs air, he crops her feet, chokes her light, spanks her raw, then yanks the rope one last time and leaves her strung and dripping.