Danger Dresden

Dresden’s strapped to a leather chair, legs pried open. The leather bites into her wrists. She feels the fear she came for. Daisy slides a thick dildo in, fucks her with it, then yanks it out right when her hips start to grind. Each time the dildo comes away, Dresden’s left twitching, begging with her eyes. Clothespins clamp down her inner thighs and the soft skin around her cunt. Every pin flicks with a thin cane, sharp stings that make her cry out and leak onto the leather. Daisy counts the strokes aloud. When the cane lands across the clothespins, Dresden’s whole body jerks like it’s been shocked. The caning turns to hard, even strikes on her spread thighs, steady rhythm, no mercy. Between blows Daisy pushes the dildo back inside, edges her again, rips it free. The room smells like sweat and leather and the wet drip from Dresden’s cunt. She strains against the straps, trembling, chasing that next sharp crack of the cane.