Part 1: Orgasmic Defeat

She’s tied to the wedge first, leather sleeves pinning her arms behind her back and lashing her legs wide. Gravity forces her cunt straight onto the sharp wooden edge; the slightest shift only rubs harder. A heavy flogger rains down—ass, tits, pussy—each lash shoving her deeper onto the wedge until her clit throbs raw. When the leather stops, the eroscillator takes over, a steady, merciless vibration that makes her scream through clenched teeth. Sweat still running, she’s moved to a frog-tie spread on the floor, knees splayed, wrists locked to her ankles. “Never done a zipper,” she admits quietly. So every inch of skin—breasts, belly, thighs, cunt—gets covered in clothespins until sixty bite down at once. The zipper line runs like a fuse across her body. A thick dildo is shoved inside her, a vibrator strapped tight against her clit, and both are switched on full. She jerks against the rope, pinned between the sharp sting of every pin and the pounding inside her, every breath a shuddering gasp as the two sensations clash and twist her higher.