savage Ecstasy in Extreme Bondage

Roxanne Rae shows up at my door begging. She wants the full treatment, wants to be pushed past every line she’s ever drawn. Says she needs to suffer, needs the pain, needs to be destroyed. I string her to a column, arms high, one leg gone so her dripping cunt’s on display. No mercy—just hard, deliberate punishment. Every strike lands where it hurts. Then I flip her. Inverted, legs spread wide by a rope that bites every time she tries to close them. Flogging, caning, the dragon tail ripping across her skin. She’s shaking, sobbing, gone. When I take her sight, she cracks completely, mind slipping out from under her. Last round I bend her over a spool, back arched so tight it looks ready to snap. I keep hitting until something inside her gives. Instead of stopping I shove her over the edge—hard, relentless orgasms that tear through her until her own body turns traitor and floods her with savage ecstasy.