For just a few minutes Cici Rhodes was telling us that everything was fine. She was tied to a wooden frame, but the punishing BDSM hadn’t started yet.
And for a little while Cici told us she could take it. A whip or flogger would land on her pussy, and it stung, but she could bit down on her gag and grit her teeth through the pain. Even the nipple clamps weren’t THAT bad.
But then we added the electricity. That’s when the tears came. That is when the screaming started. Hooded, nipples clamped and electrified, and canes cracking against her feet, Cici went from beautifully composed to a sobbing and drooling mess.