Mummification Bondage Play

Danarama winds Daisy tight in layers of clingwrap and duct tape until she can barely twitch. Only her tits and crotch stay exposed, holes cut clean through the plastic. He slides a big wireless vibe inside her, then tapes it down. A hitachi follows, pressed hard against her clit and sealed in place. Daisy can’t push back, can’t close her legs, can’t do anything but take it. Danarama flicks the remotes and the vibrations kick on, rattling through every wrap. Then he adds a violet wand, tracing crackling arcs over her bare skin, sending shocks that make her jerk inside the plastic cocoon. Fingernails drag along her ribs. Another buzz builds. She’s wrapped so tight the pleasure feels ten times louder, and there’s no escape, only the next jolt, the next thrum, the next breath she can barely draw.