Training a Pain Slut: Busty Melissa Moore's First Submission

Melissa Moore walks in hungry. She gets on her knees like she knows the drill. Rope cuts into her skin and pins her tits out front, nipples already stiff. Clamps bite down. Her back arches. She moans through a black ball gag, spit pooling at the corners. Every time the zapper touches her hairy cunt, her eyes go wide then roll back. The flogger follows, then the cane, stripe after stripe across her ass until the skin swells. She stays upright. She smiles. They let her suck. She swallows every inch that’s fed to her, throat working, drool running over her chin and dripping onto her chest. The cock leaves for a moment, then she climbs on top and rides until her legs shake. Hands wrap around her neck and she comes harder than before, gasping, clenching, coming again. Next they fold her forward, ass up, wrists locked to ankles. Sting and thud land in different rhythms. The cane cuts; the paddle pounds. Her pussy goes hot pink. A cock slams in and she howls. Finally they spread her on her back, legs wide, and fuck her until her eyes glaze. When it’s over they paint her face with thick ropes of cum. She licks what she can reach and swallows.