Ivy and Sadie

Ivy has Sadie strung up tight. Her body dangles, feet barely touching, wrists locked high. The ball gag stretches Sadie's mouth wide open. Drool already runs down her chin. Ivy stands behind her and lets the whip crack against bare skin. Each strike lands sharp, leaving red lines that bloom across her back and ass. Sadie jerks in the ropes, but there's nowhere to go. Ivy keeps hitting until the marks overlap and Sadie's breathing turns ragged through the gag. Then comes the wax. Ivy tilts the candle slow, letting hot drops fall across shoulders, down the spine, over the curves of her tits. Sadie whimpers and twists but Ivy just watches the wax harden on her skin. When she's done playing, Ivy drops to her knees and puts her mouth on Sadie's cunt. She licks hard and deep while Sadie hangs helpless, legs spread in the suspension, coming apart against Ivy's tongue.