Steel Bondage: Ivy

Ivy’s back again. Steel clamps down on her wrists and ankles, each band welded with intent. The gag is already in, a black ball biting between her teeth, forcing every breath into short, wet pulls. She stands pinned, posture locked, every curve caught between the hard metal arms that refuse to give. The room stays quiet except for the faint scrape of her heel testing the floor and the click of the wrist cuff tightening one notch more. No give. No escape. Just the slow burn of metal heat against her skin as the first strike lands across her thighs, sharp and sudden, leaving her jerking inside the cage that won’t move. The next slap comes harder, deliberate, and the steel drinks every tremor, refusing to let her soften the blow.