Denial of Service Attack: Lilla Katt NOT allowed to orgasm

You take a very horny slut, one who can pop at the drop of a hat, and you shut her off. No mercy, no finish line. Lilla Katt stands naked, wrists and ankles lashed in tight ropes, a fat red ball gag stretching her jaw. Her eyes already shimmer. The cane lands first, bright stripes across her thighs and ass, each hit making her hips jerk like they want to run. She can come from pain alone, so every strike is a gamble. Sweat slides down her ribs, drips from clamped nipples. A gloved hand opens her cunt and a gloved finger circles her clit, never resting, never giving enough. Her moans go high and broken behind the gag. She tightens every muscle, fighting the rush, trying to stay on the right side of the edge. The vibrator clicks on, pressed hard to the swollen nub. She shakes, thighs quaking, spit running down her chin. The cane bites again. She screams through gritted teeth, body fighting itself. One more second and she’ll lose. One more second and she holds. The room smells like sex and sweat and hot skin. She stays right there, desperate, denied, beautiful.