There's Nothing Better Than Being Your Bitch: Helena Locke & Jay West

Jay's locked in the cage, clothespins pinching every fold of his balls. He waits, breathing tight. Helena strides in wearing skin-tight red latex that flashes under the light and boots that reach her thighs. She came to break the tough guy. Teeth sink into his cock. A zap lands on his balls, then his chest, then back to his cock until he jerks and howls. The cage keeps him right where she wants him. She clamps his nipples, drags the crop over the raw tips, then turns and rubs her ass against the bars so he can watch what he’ll never touch. He’s too useless to fuck, so she starts peeling the clothespins off one by one. Each snap sends a jolt through his swollen sack. She hits him with another zap right on his bare cock and he screams. Next she stretches thick rubber bands around his spread thighs and ankles. The bands bite deep. She spits in his face, then scratches the clamped nipples raw. Her fist slams into his balls. The cane follows—cock, thighs, soles of his feet—until red stripes rise. Jay begs for more. She makes him watch while she pulls the bands tight, orders him to count down, then lets go. The snap cracks like a whip. He wails. Helena pushes her cock between his cheeks and drives straight in. She fucks him in hard strokes, making him chant that he’s her bitch. Every time he says it she snaps another band or yanks his cock and balls further out. His voice cracks, but he keeps saying it. Finally she blindfolds him, lays him flat, and drops her full weight onto his face. Her thighs close around his head. She zaps his shaft while she grinds on his mouth, coming loud and mean. When he whines that he needs to come she laughs, drives fist after fist into his balls, and ruins the spurt that leaks out. Hot wax pours over everything, sealing his cock and balls in a thick white shell. She crops and canes until the wax cracks and flies off. Jay lies there shaking, covered in welts and wax, happier than he’s ever been.