Helplessly bound to a wooden chair in strict leather bondage. Ten minutes of exquisite bound orgasm torment, and you're watching every second. I'm strapped tight with a leather chest harness, wrists cuffed behind me, and ankles spread wide. Black heels, ruined mascara streaking down my face, messy curly hair, and fresh bruises marking my thick thighs. Clover clamps bite my nipples, the cold chain swinging with every desperate breath. The leather gag muffles my pleas as the Hitachi purrs against my pussy, held in place by the chair. My hazel eyes beg for mercy... You just watch me struggle. The teasing builds slowly. I can't stop grinding. My whimpers turn to desperate cries. My first orgasm crashes through me as I writhe against the unforgiving leather. But the Hitachi doesn't stop, torments my over-sensitive clit, turned up even higher, demanding a second orgasm from my broken pussy. I'm drooling, squealing, jiggling my legs in post-cum agony until the vibrator finally tumbles free and I'm left trembling. Would you punish me for knocking the vibrator away?
