Spreader Bar Holds Slave Mila Open for Relentless Shaking Orgasms in Merciless Strappado Bondage

White ropes bite my skin, yanking my arms up behind me in that merciless strappado, my own ponytail tied back into the restraint and holding my head in place. Exposed. The red ball gag muffles every whimper, yet the drool still spills down my chin as the wand grinds into my clit. The spreader bar locks my legs wide—no escape, no closing up, no mercy. Every buzz sends fire through nerves already raw, each wave sharper than the last, pushing me past any point of comfort. I try to jerk away, but the ropes give almost no room to move. Another orgasm is already building and it hurts, but the drool trails all the way to the floor and there’s nowhere left to go. I give in, letting the brutal mix of pain and pleasure crash over me, waiting for any sign of mercy.