Chains and Canes

Sarah Jane Ceylon gets off hard when she’s strapped into the latex straitjacket. Every belt that tightens makes her wetter, and by the last buckle she’s dripping. A thick rubber hood slides over her head, leaving only slits for her eyes and nose. The ball gag inside keeps her quiet, almost. Then they slide an electrode deep into her cunt and crank the current. She jerks inside the jacket, chains holding her fast, body singing from the sudden shock. The cane cracks across her thighs. Pain and current surge through her together, her blonde hair plastered to the hood, every breath a struggle while the bondage and electricity keep working her over.