Good Girl Gone Whore

Victoria stands under the lights with her hands tied and raised above her head. The rope bites into her wrists. She watches you, quiet and tense. You move behind her, open your palm and slap her ass hard enough to make her gasp. She jerks forward but the rope holds her in place. You walk around, grab her chin and tell her to look at you. Her breathing picks up when you press a cold metal probe against her cunt, then the current hits and her hips twitch like she can’t control them. She tries to close her legs but the spreader bar keeps her open. You pull the vibrator away every time she gets close, letting the edge drag on and on until she’s shaking and cursing under her breath. Each time she starts to fall, you raise the intensity again, forcing her right back to that line she can’t cross. When she begs, you only answer with another slap across her thigh. She’s sweating now, eyes glassy, throat raw from moaning. You step closer, grip her hair, and make her say what she really wants. She says it through clenched teeth, voice cracking. You turn the vibe back on full and leave it there while you bring the paddle down across her ass, watching red bloom over her skin. She comes without permission and you don’t stop. You don’t let her breathe. The current keeps running, the vibe stays pressed tight, and you keep spanking until her legs give out and the ropes take all her weight. She hangs there, wrecked and twitching, still trying to catch the next orgasm even as you keep denying it. You lean in close, breathe against her ear and tell her she’s not done yet.