Surely this scalding of the questing tip of my exquisitely aroused prick is the most excruciating thing that’s ever happened to me. Yet even as I choke on screams stuffed back down my throat and gall my wrists and ankles raw by making the bedposts creak with the force of my restrained paroxysms something fundamental is changing in me. Perhaps it’s the incredibly erogenous nature of the flesh being afflicted. Whatever it is, the respective extremities of agony and arousal assaulting me at last stop competing. Instead they meld together until they are practically indistinguishable. Even as I shriek and thrash and buck against my bonds I’m unconsciously lifting my hips, bringing my tortured prick up to eagerly meet the source of its agony. Ever omniscient, Amelia recognizes and gloats over th
