Dylan Ryan Day 3 Facing Fears with Extreme Binds and Pussy Stretching

I start with the hardest part: Dylan has two fears, and today we hit both. First comes the hood and the rope. She can't move an inch, can't see a thing, and I can hear her breathing sharpen the second the fabric covers her face. She fights it, like always, but the fight leaks out of her when the first orgasm rips through her. After that her whole body softens, and she stops begging me to stop. The electricity has been creeping up on her since our first day. A pad here, a low buzz there. I never forced it. Today I let her choose. She nods, so I bring the wand closer. No tricks. She decides how much, how long. When she says enough, I pull back. Her face is soaked, but she did it on her own terms. We give the current a rest and turn to her cunt. I fold her tight, wrists to ankles, then push the rope another notch tighter every minute. Her back arches, her shoulders burn, and still her greedy hole keeps opening. Two fingers, three, four. When my knuckles pop past her ring I press the Hitachi head inside her too, and she jerks so hard the ropes creak. Her come leaks down her thigh and pools on the floor. Last scene: I bolt her spread against the wall. She sees the wand and tenses, but she asked for this. No escape now. She asked to finish what she started, and the only way out is through.