The moment has arrived to reward my pet Jayme with another exquisite treat. She's been yearning to take another ride on the hitachi pole, and today is the day her wishes come true. I position her standing upright, legs astride the pole, the hitachi nestled deep between her trembling thighs. Her legs and ankles are securely bound, her wrists fastened behind her back and to the pole, leaving her utterly at my mercy. A saliva-inducing ball gag is buckled tightly into her mouth, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.


I begin my torment, feigning the flick of the switch, watching as Jayme braces for the jolt that doesn't come, then finally, I flip it on. A loud, desperate moan escapes her lips, muffled by the gag. The fun has only just begun. Waves of orgasms crash through her body, her eyes rolling back as drool spills over her chin, cascading down her heaving chest and quivering legs. And this is merely the lowest setting.
I crank the hitachi to its highest intensity. The sudden surge nearly sends Jayme toppling. She's consumed by sensation, barely noticing as I lower her top, showing her heaving breasts to the cool air. But she does feel the strict, sharp spankings I administer to her pert, vulnerable backside. She relishes them, her moans growing louder with each strike.