Tickling, flogging, caning. We make her cum over & over Crotch rope & suspend her from wrists!

She’s back after making that baby, ready to be stripped of every shred of control. Arms yanked high, ankles cuffed apart, the same body that looked powerful now looks like something we can break. We rake fingers over her ribs first; she screams through clenched teeth and the sound makes us smile. The flogger lands next, leather tongues slapping her tits and thighs while she twists and swears. Then the cane. Thin, mean, and we lay a bright stripe across each ass cheek, listening to her choke on the pain. Every time she thinks she can breathe we wedge a vibrator against her cunt and push her over the edge again. Wet, shaking, she comes hard, soaking the rope between her legs. When the cuffs finally clamp around her wrists and we haul her feet off the floor, she’s hanging by those arms alone, shoulders screaming, body swinging like a pretty little fuck-toy. Gagged, dripping, punished with nothing but her own helpless weight. She’ll be sore tomorrow. We keep her there until she stops fighting and just dangles, cum still running down her thigh.