Amber Rayne Returns to Device Bondage

Amber Rayne walks back into the game, already naked and ready for what’s coming. Claire leads her into a Martin Cuff position. Her legs are spread wide, neck and wrists locked in a heavy fiddle. Clover clamps bite into her nipples, stretched tight by rubber bands hooked to the rig. Every tiny shift sends fresh pain tearing through her tits. Amber thrusts her hips up and down, hunting for any relief, but the clamps just yank harder. Claire watches, cool and casual. “It gets better,” she says. Amber lets out a shaky laugh that breaks into a sob. Next, Amber is flat on the floor. Metal strips clamp her down at hips and shoulders. Her fingers are pried open and taped back, helpless. Claire threads a long zipper across her skin and smiles. The chain will stay slack until the exact moment she wants Amber screaming. Last position: Amber’s back against vertical poles, arms pulled high into strappado. Leather belts crush her waist and thighs, leaving her cunt exposed and dripping. Claire steps close, voice low. “Just wait.”