Mummified girl 1 hour real and dominated by Lex

Aly finally finds the mistress who could break her right. She drops to her knees and begs Lex to take her. Lex studies the girl for a long second, then gives a single nod. The test starts with yellow tape. Lex pulls the first strip tight around Aly’s ankles, then winds it higher, circling once, twice, three times until skin disappears under layer after layer. The tape climbs to her knees, her thighs, her waist, until every inch of the submissive body is sealed inside a shining yellow shell. Arms get pressed flat to Aly’s sides and locked down just as hard. Lex tears off a wide strip and smothers Aly’s mouth with it. A second strip follows, then another, until the gag sits thick and unforgiving. She stuffs both of Aly’s own socks into the already sealed mouth and adds still more tape to hold them in place. Only Aly’s nose stays open, pulling desperate air. Lex leaves her like that, a living package on the floor, and starts her inspection. Fingers trace the taped soles, the rigid lines of hips, breasts, ribs. Aly twitches inside the prison, every shift useless. Then the vibrator appears. Lex shoves it straight between Aly’s taped thighs and switches it on. She works the power up, drops it down, watches the bound girl strain and shake. Every time Aly nears the edge, the buzz fades. Every time she falls back, it returns stronger. The cycle repeats until Aly’s body jerks inside the yellow cocoon and she comes hard, eyes wide behind the tape. Lex doesn’t stop. She fastens the vibrator where it sits, then steps away. Aly lies there, twitching, fully wrapped, fully gagged, fully owned, the toy pulsing on and on while Lex watches.