Electric Chains Keeps her Captive

Alani Pi teeters on her toes, arms bound behind her back, one knee yanked high. A single wobble means the hanging chains bite her with a violet jolt. The wand plate waits for the smallest slip, ready to turn steel into fire. Bobbi Starr works her with a metal dildo, pushing slow then hard, each thrust threatening to topple Alani into the live wires. Every time she clutches balance, the prod crackles closer. Her breath saws. Her free foot cramps. A shock rips through her hip, makes her jerk forward onto the toy again. The chains swing, kiss skin, spit sparks. Pain and pleasure slam together until she can’t tell which she’s chasing. When the orgasm hits, her legs buckle and the ceiling chains reward her with a bright, cruel kiss.