Mistress Dita ruined orgasm slave

Mistress Dita's new slave already looks like trouble tied down and twitching. Rope bites deep. Ball gag shines wet between cracked lips. She watches the struggle like a cat watches a mouse that still thinks it has a chance. She doesn't rush. She picks her tools, lines them up, enjoys every second of anticipation hanging thick in the air. The black hitachi hums low when she flicks it on. The silicone toy sits ready beside it, cold and patient. The chastity cage stays locked, metal glinting under the lights. She presses the wand against the cage and smiles when the captive jerks. Every buzz drags another whimper through the gag. She stops just before the edge. Does it again. Again. The slave's whole body begs without words. Beard slick with spit, black hair stuck to damp skin, blonde strands of hers falling across the scene like a warning. She waits until the desperation turns ugly, until every muscle strains against the ropes and nothing makes sense anymore. Then she gives permission. The ruined orgasm spills out weak and useless while the vibrator keeps working. She doesn't stop until it's done. Control never left her hands.