Isis Love Torments Innocent Sub with Electricity

Isis Love spots the fear right away. One quick knot and Ela's neck is lashed tight to her own ankles, forcing those pale thighs wide just to keep breathing. Any slip, any twitch of weakness, and the rope bites into her throat. Isis wastes no time. She clips electrodes to sensitive skin and fires them on, one sharp jolt after another. Ela jerks, legs straining to stay spread while her pulse hammers against the rope. The wand comes next, pressed hard to her clit, buzzing without mercy. Every shock drives her hips upward; every pulse threatens to close her legs and choke her out. Sweat glistens on her straining thighs. Each desperate tremor keeps her alive and keeps her open, exactly the way Isis wants her.