Bondage Orgasm Torment: Slave Mila Endures Constant Clit Vibrations in Standing Orgasm Denial

My Dom has me strung up tight. Arms yanked over my head, rope biting into my wrists. One leg lashed to a post. The other hangs useless while a wand grinds right on my clit, pulsing, never stopping. I can't shift an inch. The rope between my legs digs in with every twitch, pulling tighter, keeping the toy flush against me. My nipples stand stiff. Sweat rolls down my ribs. The constant buzz crawls through every nerve until my thighs shake and my breath comes out ragged. I’m spread open, clit throbbing, nothing to do but take it. The wand drags me right to the edge, holds me there, then backs off, over and over until I’m growling curses through clenched teeth. I can’t come. I’m not allowed. All I can do is writhe and drip while the rope keeps me wide and helpless. My moans fill the room. My body jerks and strains. I hate how much I need it, how badly I want to break. But the wand just keeps humming, cruel and steady, turning me into a shaking, dripping mess that can’t do a damn thing about it.