A Date with Lady Pain

Mistress Charlotte Sins has you pinned in the dungeon, eight thousand pixels of sweat and desperation grinding right against your face. She works you over in 180-degree VR and every lash, every sting makes your cock twitch harder. She smirks when she sees it. "A pain slut," she whispers, and the words slide under your skin like barbed wire. Your body is hers tonight. She snaps cold metal clips onto your chest, watches the lines of pain tighten across your stomach, then slowly drags a crop down your shaft, pulling back the second you swell. Edging you. Ruining you. Your wrists strain against rope as she alternates strokes and slaps, never letting you finish, never letting you rest. The dungeon air is thick with her voice and the wet crack of leather. She leans in close, breath hot on your ear. "That’s right. You’ll take every inch of hurt I give."