James, Isis Love and mini

Mistress Isis towers over him. She cranks the handle on the metal cock-ring until his shaft stands rigid, the skin stretched taut up to his navel. The blindfold stays on. He stays quiet until the word slips out. "Ma'am." She stops. The air turns. Rope bites deeper around his wrists and ankles. The flogger lands first, then the cane across his ribs, each strike snapping the quiet. She tickles the raw skin until his laughter breaks into moans. She unlocks the spreader, shoves him onto his back, climbs on. Her cunt meets his mouth while the flogger keeps time on his balls. He licks, breathes her in, tongue working over slick folds and tight muscle. She grinds down harder. He takes it all, breath burning, until she rips another stripe across his stomach for good measure. The cane drops. She sinks onto his throbbing cock and rides until the blindfold is soaked and every muscle in his bound body shakes.