Daphne Vibrated and Ballgagged, Tied to the Ceiling

Rope bites into her skin as he lashes her tight. Every slap cracks across her tits, hard enough to make her stumble, hard enough to leave red blooms behind. Daphne thinks the worst is over. Then the bit gag forces its way between her teeth. He cinches it cruelly and knots the rope overhead. One hard yank and her jaw is yanked upward, her whole body dragged onto her toes by nothing but her own mouth. She hangs there, breathing through her nose, sweat sliding down her tits while the ceiling holds her in place.