Tough as Nails

Elise Graves hangs there, arms bound high and tight. Princess Donna Dolore moves in close. She clamps Elise’s nose, forces a gag between her teeth, and keeps the air from coming easy. Elise strains, fights for every breath, and the rope creaks louder than she does. Donna steps back only to run electrodes along bare skin. Current hits, thighs jump, Elise’s spine arches hard enough to crack. The domme watches, then adds a second jolt, lower, meaner. She works a gloved finger in deep, opens Elise fast, and starts the plug. It slides in with a wet push; Donna twists it, seats it snug, and switches the current again. Shocks pulse through metal, ride through flesh. Elise shudders, drool runs, her toes curl and kick. Donna keeps the same pace, no mercy, just steady pressure on lungs and nerves until the room smells of ozone and sweat.