If you have a perfect ass & get mummified with your ass sticking up You're going to get fucked

Gia’s wrists and ankles get lashed with four leather belts—tight, no give. Five minutes on the clock. She thrashes, sweats, strains, but the buckles hold. Failure means one thing: pain. And pain starts immediately. They wrap her head to toe in tight black plastic until she’s just a long, shiny shape, every curve on display. They roll her onto her knees, chain her down, and leave that perfect, round ass raised high. It looks obscene. It looks ready. The cane lands first—fast, sharp stripes across both cheeks. The flogger follows, broad leather tails slapping her back, thighs, calves. Every hit makes that upturned ass shake. She’s helpless, panting through the wrap, drooling, eyes rolling. When she thinks it can’t get worse, Maestro steps in, cock already hard, and sinks into her without warning. He fucks her deep, steady, using her like a hole that exists just for him. The plastic creaks, her body jolts, and every thrust knocks the breath out of her. No warm-up, no mercy, just raw, pounding need while the welts on her skin burn hotter. And this is only the beginning.