A metal cage is locked around her head, her wrists shackled to it. She bends and straightens, trying to cope with all that heaviness weighing her down. She’s so small and petite, you get the sense the cage weighs more than she does. Shackles around her ankles make her legs look tiny. He sits on a stool beside her, so kind. Next to her, he looks huge. He fingers her pussy. She can’t stop herself, the rocking of her cunt in time with his fingers. He blindfolds and gags her. He straps her arms to her sides and ties her hair into a pom-pom like she’s some kind of pedigree dog. He makes her mouthfuck a cock on a post. Then he sits her on it, strapping her legs outward. He canes her - the wire cane - very sharply. Then he rubs her pussy. Cane. Pleasure. Cane. Pleasure. A taser sparks all over her body. She squeals in distress. Once a vibrator arrives, she comes so fast it makes your head spin. She comes again and again. He canes her as she comes. And now she could almost weep and you can’t ever tell whether it’s from pleasure or pain or the way it’s everything all at once. Now she’s collared, shackled, and chained kneeling. The cane smacks her thighs, her ass, her breasts. Then a big fucking Mr. Pogo pushes into her cunt. She gasps, fucking herself as he canes. He orders her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. He fucks her devouring mouth. She comes again. He canes her as she comes, as she fucks herself, as he canes her, as she comes, as she fucks herself, as he canes her, as she comes. . .