Slave Mila Tied to Post by Neck Rope Tries to Distract Herself by Reaching Multiple Orgasms While Balancing on Tiptoes

I'm at the mercy of my captor, left alone in this anonymous living room. Arms tied behind my back, ankles bound, neck rope fixed to the post so every shift pulls tight. A wand vibrates just out of reach unless I balance on tiptoes, straining for the buzz against my pussy. The first time it connects, the climax hits fast and brutal. One sharp wave and it's gone, but my body's already begging again. Each breath scrapes against the rope. My legs tremble, thighs slick. I rise, fall, rise again, chasing the steady pulse until the second orgasm knocks me off balance. My weight jerks the noose and pain flares hot across my throat while pleasure crashes through my hips. Black hair clings to my face; natural breasts heave as I fight to stay upright. By the third climb, my clit throbs raw and swollen. The wand won't quit, and neither will I. I scream when it finally drags me over, body convulsing, rope biting, ankles shaking under the strain. Spent, I sag against the post, trembling, waiting for whoever left me like this to decide if mercy comes next—or another round.