Angela White Begs to Suffer For Her Master in Metal Bondage

Angela stands locked in steel. Neck trapped, wrists shackled. She strains forward the second she hears his boots. The Pope answers with a flogger across her ass and those heavy tits. Every strike pushes her closer to him until she’s shaking. He yanks her into reach, shoves the vibe against her clit and keeps whipping. She comes so hard her knees buckle. She needs a minute just to breathe. Next she’s on her side, one leg hoisted high in more cold metal. He teases, clamps her nipples, crops her pussy and her bare feet. She’s panting, crying, coming, begging all at once. He doesn’t stop until her whole body is spent and she’s literally sobbing from the force of it. Last position: flat on her back, legs spread wide and bolted open. Rubber bands snap around her feet; the zapper hums. Sweat slicks her palms while he holds her on the edge. She pleads, bargains, promises to be good. When he finally says yes she breaks—eyes rolling, back arching, one shattering orgasm after another until she’s smiling through the tears, clearly home.