Slut for Pain and Pleasure

You’ve got Alexa Chains stripped bare, wrists and ankles locked to the chain rig in the dark dungeon. She can’t see a damn thing with the hood on, so the first jolt from the cattle prod catches her off-guard and sends a sharp hiss through her teeth. You follow it with the flogger, stripes blooming across her back and ass while her muscles jerk against the steel. She can’t help leaning into every strike; her body wants it. You peel the hood off so her dark eyes can meet yours. Clothespins bite down along her tits and stomach, each pinch making her breath hitch. You hit the same spots with the zapper, watching her flinch and gasp, then slap the tender flesh hard with your bare hand. The sting lingers. The marks deepen. When she’s trembling and wet, you press the vibrator straight to her clit. She bucks, begging for permission, over and over, until you finally let her come. The orgasm rips through her in raw, shaky waves. Next you strap her arms and legs tight with thick leather, holding her wide open for the cane. Each stroke lands with a sharp crack; she takes every one without tapping out. Once her skin is blazing, you drop the cane, line up, and drive into her soaked cunt in one hard thrust. She moans like she’s been waiting for it all night. You finish by cuffing her wrists above her head, letting her sink to her knees and wrap her lips around your cock. She works you deep, desperate, then climbs on top and rides until you flood her from the inside, both of you shaking as the last of the tension snaps.