THE INSIDES OF SHIRLEY'S LOVE CAVE HAD TURNED TO JELLY.
Each belt from the great steel electrode in her anus sent her whole body jerking upwards from the back of the sofa and against her restraints.
This at the same time as her flesh received more cuts from the fiber cane.
Her senses could no longer keep her brain informed of the assort on her nervous system.
She floated dreamlike in the silence of the hood. Her body was for the moment, not hers.
Even when the onslaught ceased, she was unaware it.
The intake of poppers through the mask breather had contributed to her disorientated state. She hardly noticed the steel dildo shaped electrode being removed from her male cunt, which was soft and totally dilated.
The ease that enabled Zelda's fist to enter her ring might have been enjoyed had there been any feeling there.
As Zelda pumped deep into her softened love cave, Shirley started to regain her
consciousness. Only just aware of the probing fingers behind her navel, she moaned a little but was not heard. Soon, as deep and repeated pumping by Zelda continued, she was able to appreciate the pleasure of her Mistress's deep penetration.
When Zelda replaced her arm with the king sized strap-on, she was really receptive and the feelings of being slowly fucked in the silence of the mask were now highly satisfying.
Zelda pushed the strap-on home with steady thrusts as she applied oils to the cuts and welts to her transgender slut's flesh.
She was planning on how further Shirley was to pleasure her that night. For sure , she needed much satisfaction from the slut, and had promised herself some very hot action.
T.B.C. 
