Shade Paine

Shade loves rope like a second skin. I knew that about her long before I tied the first knot. She's the kind who moans louder when the gag cuts off her words, who comes so hard her eyes roll back and she forgets her own name. She had never felt the bite of electricity or the stretch of her ass taking more than she thought she could, but the second the cattle prod kissed her thigh she leaned into it like she'd been waiting her whole life for that sharp, mean little shock. The ropes kept her open. Every time she tried to close her legs I shocked her again, just enough to make her whimper and drip. Her first anal orgasm hit like a live wire straight up her spine. She shook, she cried, she begged with her eyes because the gag wouldn't let her speak. I kept count until I couldn't anymore. Her body gave up on numbers. She came until her voice was hoarse and her thighs were slick and trembling, until the only sound left was the low crackle of the prod and the wet, helpless noises she made when I forced another climax out of her. She smiled through the drool and the tears. A kinky dream girl who finally found the toys that matched how dirty she actually is.