Dirty Deviant

Dana Spit lies on the exam table wearing nothing but sweat. Her nipples already hard, clit swollen, cunt dripping like a busted pipe. You flick the VR headset on. She twitches. She knows what comes next. She’s confessed everything, but it isn’t enough. You move in slow. The wand hums before it touches her. When it does, her hips jerk like she’s been slapped. You hold it to her clit until she starts to beg. Then you back off. Bring her right to the edge. Leave her shaking. The cane comes next. Thin, wicked, quiet until it lands. You stripe the backs of her thighs, watch each welt rise. She arches, grits her teeth, but her cunt keeps leaking. You cane her again, harder. She moans like she’s thanking you. Clothespins line her inner thighs, her tits, her pussy lips. You flick them with the cane. She gasps each time, every sharp sting lighting up the wires you’ve got clipped to her nipples. You let the current surge just enough to make her sob. Then you turn it down. Hold her right there. A thick dildo waits in your hand. You shove it in without warning. She takes it like she’s been waiting all day. You fuck her with it, slow, steady, until she’s bucking against the table. Every time she gets close, you stop. Pull the toy out. Watch her clench around nothing. You make her ask for more. She does. She always does. You bring her back up again. Zap her clit, cane her thighs, twist the pins on her tits. She’s dripping down the table now, thighs slick, voice cracking. You edge her until she’s glassy-eyed and gasping. Until she’s nothing but need and noise. She wants to come. You don’t let her. Not yet. You just watch her fall apart.