She Deserves it

Iona Grace sits on the reclining chair, straps pinning her arms and legs. Her tits ache under tight clamps. Legs are spread and bound, a blindfold covering her eyes. Isis Love moves in with a lit torch and starts dripping hot wax across Iona’s chest. Each drop jolts her nerves awake. The heat fades, then Isis clips lines along Iona’s inner thighs. The zipper tugs the clips away in one fast pull, making Iona’s cunt pulse harder. The vibrator presses on swollen skin and stays there, buzzing without mercy until the session from 2011 keeps her on the edge.