Samantha gazed in the mirror as she worked the pussy pump, watching the bulbous flesh of her labia stretch further with each agonizing suck. Her slick, engorged pussy throbbed, ached, swollen to impossible proportions. She loved it, the torturous pleasure, the anticipation of the phone calls that would follow.
With a satisfied moan, Samantha released the pump’s suction, allowing her pussy to deflate slightly before resuming its ravenous engorgement. She prepped her online dungeon, positioning the metal restraints, leather cuffs, and cruel devices she’d assembled. Tonight, she would enthrall her devoted followers with a live demonstration of her sadomasochistic desires.
Samantha’s phone buzzed with incoming connections. She greeted her patrons, her voice husky with arousal, as she settled into her throne of pleasure. “Hello, my dirty little slaves. I’m ready for you. Watch closely, as I torment my most exquisite fuck hole for your viewing pleasure.”
With a wicked gleam, Samantha secured her ankles to the restraint table, spreading her legs wide. The cold metal bit into her skin as she positioned the first toy, a thick, curved dildo, probing her engorged entrance. She gasped at the intrusion, writhing as it stretched her pussy further, the ridges and bumps providing exquisite friction.
“Squeeze that toy deep, Samantha,” a distant voice commanded through the speakers. “Make it hurt.”
“Yes, Master,” she panted, her hips bucking against the dildo. “Your wishes are my command.”
Next, she fitted a butt plug into her puckered hole, the weight of it drawing her cheeks taut and leaving her ass on prominent display.