Psyche Ward: Lesbian Cuckold Therapy

Shane Dos Santos strains against the chastity belt that pins her hands useless. Every breath drags her hotter and the padded walls eat the sound of her muffled curses. Behind the observation glass, her girlfriend Aiden Starr leans into the psychiatrist Ashley Fires, both women smiling while Shane rubs her locked crotch raw on cold vinyl padding. Ashley clicks the remote. A vibrator buried inside the belt jumps to life. Shane’s knees buckle. Aiden slides two fingers through the narrow slot and curls them hard, pumping the dripping slit that peeks out. Shane bucks, chasing it, but the toy dies the second her moans rise. Again and again they edge her until her thighs shake and spit trails down her chin around the fat red ball gag. They haul her onto the steel table, cuff wrists high, ankles wide. Aiden plants her bare ass on Shane’s face, grinding until Shane’s tongue works deep. Ashley rides Shane’s tits, smothering her while fingers pinch and twist the stiff nipples. A cane whistles across bare soles; a flogger stripes pale breasts red. Shane howls into Aiden’s crack, the taste and the sting mixing until her eyes roll. Finally they cuff Shane upright to the bedpost. Inches from her nose, Aiden and Ashley strip and sixty-nine on the mattress, straps buried in each other, wet sounds loud and cruel. Shane writhes, cunt throbbing behind steel, drool sliding over the gag while the two women come loud enough to rattle the frame.