Blonde in leather cuffs gets flogged and electrified against wood wall

She’s on her side at first, tied to a low wooden block, legs bent, arms pulled back — he stands over her with a flogger, swinging it slow at first, then harder. Red marks pop instantly across her back and thighs, the leather biting into her skin each time he strikes. You can see the tension in her legs, the way her fingers clench against the restraints, like she’s trying to ground herself. After a few minutes, she’s moved to the wall — arms stretched wide, cuffed to the beams, barefoot and exposed. He works around her with a small device, not rushing, touching it to her shoulder blade, then her hip, then lower. When it hits her inner thigh near her pussy, her whole body jerks. He spends time on her back, tracing the tattoos there with the tip before switching to her ass. The room’s dim, lit from above by a bare bulb, all wood paneling and shadows, giving it a basement or cabin feel. No faces are centered — it’s all about the body, the marks, the reactions. The camera stays wide or medium, never tight on faces, letting you watch the full scene unfold without cutting away. The device appears to be a violet wand or similar electrode, used in pulses, not constant. She responds hard — real flinches, no faking it. He’s calm, methodical, shirt off, showing ink on his forearm as he moves around her. No talking, no music — just the sound of the flogger and her breathing. The whole thing runs like a session, not a performance.