Helpless Slut Tormented and Massive Squirting Orgasms!!

Daisy Ducati walks in on my birthday carrying nothing but nerves and a body I intend to break. I bind her tight. Rope bites into her wrists, ankles, her skin already marked before I even touch her. I start at her feet. Every toe gets clamped, every sole stung raw until she shakes. Hot wax follows, poured slow so it snakes down her arch and pools in the sensitive spots I know will make her cry. The flogger comes next, leather cracking across her back and thighs while she strains against the frame. I blindfold her, stuff her ears, then let current dance across her tits and cunt until she howls into the gag. Every time she thinks she knows what’s next, I change it. Mind-fuck after mind-fuck. When her legs finally give, I shove the vibrator against her swollen clit and keep it there. She gushes once, twice, again and again, soaking the floor until her body is empty and trembling. The Pope gets exactly what he asked for: total control and every drop she has left to give.