Pleasure bench evening

Thursday evening meant that cunt was able to suffer for its Master on its pleasure bench again. Sitting on the spikes with its cunt spread open for about an hour and a half, 30 minutes in the darkness of its closed hood, meditating on its status and the feelings in its cunt. Waves of building horniness that sometimes felt like it was near orgasm. Cunt was moving on the bench, grinding on the spikes and the plug, feeling the weights of its clover clamps swing. The submissive feeling of surrender to this uncontrollable horniness in its cunt, giving in to the spread open feeling, and the torture in its ass. Thanking the plug afterwards for the treatment.