You point me to a secluded corner of the dungeon, revealing a terrifying device - the Fetish Gorset. It's a strange machine with numerous buckles, straps, and metal rings. My heart races as you begin to gag me and bind my wrists behind my back. The cold metal bites into my exposed skin as the gorset is tightened around my torso, pulling my breasts up and out.
The straps dig into my hips, forcing my legs apart, exposing my wet pussy and round ass. You hand me a pair of shiny black spandex stockings, and I struggle to put them on over the gorset. The tight material hugs my body, emphasizing my curves and the bulges of the device.
Next, you produce a thick leather strap cut with fear into my flesh. You begin to spank my bare thighs, alternating between each cheek with a rapid pace. The sensation is both painful and erotic, leaving me both aroused and in tears. The sound of your hand connecting with my flesh echoes through the room, amplifying the intensity of the moment. As the spanking continues, I whimper and squirm, unable to control the mix of pleasure and pain coursing through my body.
