Riding Ducati

Daisy Ducati lies naked. A rope cuts between her wet pussy lips and holds a vibrator in place. I swing the flogger across her tits, then lower it to sting her pussy, then lash her long legs until her skin burns. Every strike makes her cunt twitch around that rope. I hoist her into the air by ankles and wrists. The suspension leaves her swinging face-down, open. Fingers find her ribs and she thrashes, fighting laughter and panic at the same time. When the tickling stops, I shove a thick dildo on a stick straight into her. Hard, fast strokes. She squirts; clear liquid splashes onto the concrete below. I bind her again, bent at the waist, a fresh vibrator buried deep. Calves and thighs are caned until red welts rise and her muscles jump under every blow. Finally I pull everything tight into a hogtie. She can’t move an inch. The vibrator stays on. She comes again and again until her voice breaks and her body trembles. When it’s over she’s soaked and spent on the floor. Good girl, Ducati.