Testing Melissa's Limits

Melissa’s been in rope. That ends now. Three wooden posts hold her open, legs wide, body already humming. The Pope clips butterfly clamps to her toes and watches the tension snap through her legs. Then the flogger. Heavy leather beats her cunt and tits, each strike making the clamps tug harder. He lets the vibrator touch her just long enough to draw a moan, then yanks it away. No mercy. No finish. Next she’s locked in a spreader-bar collar, arms and back crawling with plastic clips. He runs current through the steel, pushing, testing, until her voice cracks and she finds the line she can’t cross. She dances on it anyway. Later she’s face-down, ass up, wrists and ankles cinched tight. The flogger lands first, then the crop. Spurs drag across skin. A knitting needle traces thin lines that sting like fire. When he finally pushes the dick-on-a-stick inside her, the vibrator returns. His fingers work her clit in quick circles. Melissa comes hard, shaking, voice hoarse, everything she’s been holding back ripping out at once.