Hanging with a Sub Slut

Skylar Snow waits in her purple latex dress. She chose it for you, because she knew you’d want to see her body caught in that tight shine. You hold the keys. She stays hanging, wrists and ankles locked to the frame, legs spread open. You clip clothespins down the length of her inner thighs, one after another, and the bite makes her twitch. When the first one lands on her nipple she sucks air through her teeth, then moans when the second pin squeezes the other side. You watch her hips try to rock, but the chains hold her still. You swing the flogger next. Each strike lands across her tits, then lower, catching the pins so they tug and snap off her skin. She cries out, but her pussy keeps getting wetter, glistening under the lights. When you slide the thick dildo inside her she clenches hard around it, and the chains rattle. You fuck her slow at first, then harder, until her voice breaks and warm squirt sprays down her legs onto the floor. She gasps, shaking, still hanging, still yours. You keep going until the last drop hits the ground and she’s left panting, dripping, satisfied.