Fire, Ice and Electricity

Trent Diesel figures he can handle Mistress Bobbi Starr. She reads the cocky look in his eye and smiles like a wolf. That smile isn't kindness. It's a promise of pain. She sets two plastic buckets at his feet and orders him in. Freezing water slaps his ankles, then she dumps ice over his shins until his legs are shaking. Electricity follows. Electrodes bite into his skin and she turns the dial. His body jerks, water splashing as current surges through his muscles. He dances exactly how she wants. Hot wax splashes across his chest next, rivulets running down his abs. Trent hisses. The wax hardens and she peels it off in one cruel tug, skin blooming red underneath. She bends him over, traps his cock and balls in a cruel clamp, and pushes a metal probe into his piss-slit. Current hums. Every breath makes the probe shift and his knees buckle. Bobbi straps on cold steel and takes his ass hard. The metal dildo slams home, electric pulses still running through the probe, and Trent's whole body convulses. She fucks him until his voice cracks. Then she pulls out and shoves his face between her cheeks, ordering him to clean the sweat from her ass crack. When he is gasping and desperate, she removes the probe, releases the clamp, and leaves him throbbing, denied. Trent stays bent and shaking. Bobbi's laughter echoes over his wrecked body.