Nyssa Nevers Wax On, Wax Off

Nyssa barely moves beneath the hardened wax. It seals her in, holds her tight. Master steps close, presses a vibrator hard against her. She bucks hard when the first orgasm rips through her, then another, and another, until her body shakes under the shell. He peels the wax away. Straps bite into her skin. The ropes pull her arms back, legs open. He gathers her against him, one arm around her waist, the other moving slow between her thighs. Each stroke is cruel and patient. Pain flares when the clamp snaps on her nipple. Pleasure answers seconds later when his fingers slide inside her, curling until she sobs. He repeats the cycle: clamp, tease, release, stroke. Her breath breaks. Her hips chase every touch. The last wave hits like a punch. Nyssa shatters, coming in hard, helpless spasms against his chest, breath ragged, body twitching in the ropes until nothing is left but the sound of her gasping.