Submissive sl*t Moxi Peach is bound and gagged, enduring a grueling B*SM session of electro-t*rment. With a vibrator to her clit, this p*in sl*t s*ffers through intense shocks to her *ss and feet, resulting in powerful, uncontrollable b*ndage *rgasms and desperate post-*rgasm t*rment.

My *ss is already so tender from you using it hard all last night, Master, and now you’re making me test the electric *nal plug on myself. The shocks already make me whimper, but this is just the warm-up. The real t*rment begins once I’m c*mpletely helpless.

I’m c*mpletely at your mercy, Master. I'm wearing a bit gag that has me panting and drooling already. My ankle cuffs are locked to a spreader b*r, keeping my legs spread wide and vulnerable. My wrist cuffs are tied tight to my ankles. B*ndage straps squeeze around my thighs. The electroshock *nal probe is buried deep in my *ss again, pulsing electricity into my tender h*le, shocking me into submission. The Hitachi vibrator wand presses hard against my p*ssy, b*zzing relentlessly. But the worst anguish, Master? The metal clamps bite sharply and cruelly onto my toes, connected to their own estim unit, sending agonizing shocks through my feet.

I pant and squirm against the restraints, grunting and crying out through my gag as the sensations overwhelm me. The mix of pleasure and p*in scrambles my brain. I try to tell you I'm going to c*m, the words coming out as desperate gag talk around the bit between my teeth. Then my whole body tenses, and I crash through a long, powerful b*ndage *rgasm. It keeps going, it keeps going... the vibrator doesn't stop, the shocks don't stop. This is post-*rgasm t*rment, Master, and I'm so sensitive I feel like I'll shatter. I'm so overwhelmed from my bound *rgasm that I actually break my wrist restraint.

You punish me for breaking my b*ndage, Master. You turn up the electric clamps on my toes, making my feet spasm and curl from the increased voltage. You turn up the vibrator too, grinding it against my hypersensitive clit. I'm moaning and frothing at the mouth, drool dripping down my chin in long strings, my eyes rolling back. It's too sensitive, it hurts, but I have no control, you make me c*m again. I genuinely don't know anymore if it hurts or feels good, and my body doesn't care. It just c*ms again, leaving me more sensitive, more raw, more broken each time. I'm squirming, writhing, wildly grunting and gurgling through drool as you push me through overstimulating multiple *rgasms. But I'm a good girl, Master. I endure. I take it.

When you finally turn off the vibrator, I'm still left whimpering and crying from the electric shocks pulsing through my toes and *ss. A bit of my sanity feels gone, Master. I'm floating in that space where p*in and pleasure blurred c*mpletely and left me shattered. You finally show mercy and turn everything off. I thank you through my gag for ending my ordeal, so grateful. Then you order me to show you my feet. I present them, trembling, and you inspect the red indentations the clamps left on my two toes. Marks of my s*ffering. Proof of what I endured for you.

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