Her eyes never left his face as he worked himself to the edge, the chain between her pierced nipples swinging slightly with the movement of her chest. The vibrations from the collar were relentless, a constant reminder of her new role as a cum slut. Each stroke of his hand was a taunt, a silent promise of what was to come.

The hour dragged on, the vibrator inside her a never-ending symphony of pain and pleasure. She could feel the tension building, a crescendo of need that seemed to have no end. Her body was a tightly wound spring, desperate for release. But the figure in black knew exactly what he was doing, keeping her on the precipice without allowing her to fall.