Maitresse Madeline - Orgasms are not given, they are earned

Maitresse Madeline pins the new girl down and makes it crystal clear: a pretty face opens the door, nothing else. Savannah learns fast. She drops to her knees and puts her mouth to work, tongue flicking, lips sealed, every lick timed to Madeline’s sharp commands. When she slips, the cattle prod kisses her thigh, a bright snap that leaves her gasping and dripping. Now she’s flat on her back, bare ass on a live plate. Madeline climbs on, grinds down, rides hard while the current bites and the girl bucks underneath. A machine pounds Savannah’s cunt in steady strokes, every thrust timed with the prod’s crack. Madeline presses a magic wand tight to her clit, then switches to the violet wand’s thin arc of current, tracing circles until Savannah’s hips jerk and her voice cracks. She begs. She pleads. She swears she’ll do anything. Madeline just smiles, keeps the pressure cruel and steady, and reminds her that orgasms aren’t handed out. They’re earned. Savannah has to prove she’s more than the worst lay in the world, and she has to prove it right now.