The vibrator came next. He pressed it against my clit without warning, the buzz starting low and building as he taped it in place.
“Hold still,” he ordered, though the vibrations made my thighs quiver. Then the whip…a multi-tailed flogger this time, its leather strands kissing my back in light strokes that warmed my skin before the real strikes landed.
Each crack sent fire across my ass, my body jerking, which tugged the clamps and intensified the hum on my clit. I moaned, biting my lip to stifle louder cries. “Let it out. Pain sharpens the pleasure.” He chuckled.
He escalated, dripping hot wax from a candle he'd lit off-scene. The first drops hit my shoulders, sizzling briefly before hardening, the heat contrasting the cool air. More followed, targeting my breasts around the clamps,
