His Forgotten Toy: Slave Mila Rope-Stretched and Doxy Edged

He left me strung up like meat. Arms pinned overhead. Legs forced open. That waist rope’s got me bent backwards so my tits and belly stick out, every inch ready to be stared at or touched. He’s taped the Doxy right on my swollen clit, and it’s humming low, steady, enough to keep me dripping and shaking but never enough to let me come. The moment my hips start to roll, the ropes dig in harder and yank me back. I can’t fight it. Every near-orgasm just tightens the knots until I’m gasping again. My eyes are glassy, my mouth’s open, my body keeps twitching like it’s trying to fuck the air. He said he’d be back when he felt like it. So the vibe stays. My cunt stays wet. And I stay right here, stretched and edged until he decides otherwise.