Maitresse Madeline PUNISHED and FUCKED and hazed in as director of Whipped Ass by Princess Donna!

Madeline's on her knees, wrists locked behind her, ball gag shoved between her teeth. Donna's already got the cane out. The first strike lands across her ass and she jerks forward, a muffled curse spilling past the rubber. Donna grabs her hair, yanks her head back, and jams two fingers straight up her cunt. Madeline's wet. She tries to play it cool, but her hips rock against the hand like a whore on autopilot. Donna moves behind her, spreads her cheeks, and shoves a lubed thumb past the tight ring of muscle. Madeline grunts, eyes watering, and Donna laughs—low and mean. She works the thumb in circles, stretches her, then trades it for three fingers fucking her ass in short, brutal strokes. Madeline's thighs shake. Donna slaps her clit every time she clenches too hard. The strap-on comes next. Donna spits on it, lines up, and drives the whole length home. Madeline howls around the gag, drool running down her chin. Donna pounds her, hips snapping, one hand fisted in her hair, the other twisting her nipples with clover clamps until the metal bites and her back arches. Every thrust shoves Madeline forward; every pull yanks her back onto the cock like a puppet. Donna flips her onto her back, folds her knees to her ears, and rails her deeper. The ball gag comes out only long enough for Donna to spit in her open mouth, then it's back in, tighter. Madeline's cunt spasms, squirts, runs down the strap and onto the floor. Donna doesn't stop. She works the clamps, slaps the welts, grinds the base of the dildo against Madeline's swollen clit until another orgasm rips through her—ugly, shaking, tears finally cutting tracks through the sweat and spit on her face.