The screen fades up from black, to a woman sitting up straight in front of a plain white background. We see her from the top of her nose down to mid chest; blonde hair reaching her shoulders, red lips, freckled skin showing in the V of her white blouse. Her steady breathing the only movement, but enough to give away that this is a video rather than a still.

From the left of the screen a man’s arm enters, resting briefly on her shoulder before sliding without hesitation diagonally down her chest and under the fabric of her top. She breathes in sharply and bites her lip as the muscles in his forearm change shape and hold tension.

She breathes out as he releases her nipple, then his fingers trail up her chest and neck until his thumb pushes confidently, perhaps even roughly between her lips. They pucker slightly as she sucks, her cheeks blushing light pink as they hollow slightly at the effort she immediately exerts on his thumb.

Then the hand is drawn away abruptly, leaving a trail of red lipstick across her right cheek. She shifts in her seat and licks her lips.

Two hands come into view this time, reaching around her body and quickly unbuttoning her top, tugging at the shoulders to pull it down her back. She wears a lilac, lace-trimmed bra, her nipples showing clearly through the translucent mesh cups. Her tits are large yet perky despite the bra being chosen for style rather than support.

Again the hands reach around, each one gripping a nipple tight through the insubstantial fabric, pulling them away from her body before suddenly letting go. The dark ovals of her areolas rise and fall gently as she breathes a little harder.

The hands sweep across her face now, pulling her hair back and off her face. Then a mask is pulled down over her face, the single hole in the stretchy lace carefully arranged to perfectly frame her lips. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath, interrupted by two fingers pushed into her mouth, pulling it wide open. She remains impassive as a ring gag is pushed behind her teeth, her tongue flicking side to side to explore the opening as the leather straps are fastened behind her head.

Then one hand returns, holding a marker pen. Evenly, it writes the word 'S L U T' in large letters across her chest.

The hand moves out of shot, the only movements now her breathing and the occasional movement of her tongue, eventually causing a single drop of saliva to overflow her lip, sliding slowly down her chin to hang there. Soon it's joined by another, then a larger blob, sliding and cascading down to her chest, dripping onto the L and leaving a shiny line down to her lilac bra, darkening the fabric.

Suddenly, a pair of balls appears in the top of the shot, framed by a paid of hairy thighs and the bottom of a hairy pair of arse cheeks. We don't see the cock that's pushed into her mouth, but we see the effect it has on her body. Her chest rises in the moment before mouth is filled, and her nipples pucker back to their peak hardness. The man remains still, until eventually moving back towards the camera, and a heavy cascade of spit flows into view, sloppily coating her chest and soaking her bra further as she takes deep, gasping breaths.

Then back in, holding again before pulling out with another gush of spit down her chest. Once more, an even longer hold perhaps, with yet another thick rush of viscous liquid.

Seemingly satisfied with the mess he's made, the man disappears from shot, followed by a hand sliding over her chest, scooping up the mess before rubbing it onto her masked face.

The bra straps are slipped off her shoulders, then it's undone from behind and peeled off her tits with a hand on each side. The fingers grip and twist her hard nipples, before sliding off the tips, leaving them swinging gently. Her shoulders pull back, pushing out her chest a little more as her hands are cuffed behind her.

Moments later, a hand returns holding the marker pen. This time, a little higher on her chest, the word 'P A I N' is inscribed in line with the word below. The woman shivers slightly as the hand withdraws.

The first clothes peg, shiny and new, is attached below and outside her right nipple, pinching the soft, freckled skin into a sharp ridge. She squirms, and the peg wobbles satisfyingly.

It's joined by a second, close enough for the skin to form a perfect painful ridge between the two. Then a third, on the other side, and another, until the circle of painful pegs continues all the way around her right nipple, each one moving and wiggling in time with her breath.

The slow torture continues, mirroring the painful circle exactly on the other breast, each peg extending the ridge of painful skin until another perfect circle emerges.

The hands slide around from behind once more, cupping beneath her tits and giving them a shake, making the pegs bounce and clatter together. Seemingly satisfied in their security, the hands move back to her nipples, checking their hardness once more. Predictably, they're as tight and hard as ever.

The man moves around to the side of her, his back to the camera as he works with both hands on one side of her chest, When he steps back, a heavy, brutal-looking clover clamp is secured to her right nipple, the weight pulling it downwards. He brings the other one to her left nipple, arranging the chain between the circles of pegs then clamping it on hard. Her saliva runs down her chin again, big globs of it sliding over the words on her chest.

Tenderly, his hand strokes her cheek, calming her fidgety squirms immediately. The thumb slips into her mouth through the middle of the ring gag, and her eager tongue flicks around the end. She's an eager slut, clearly.

The hand disappears again, then the camera shifts position for the first time, as if the tripod it's mounted on is being dragged to fit more of her in the frame. We see all of her now, from her ankles bound to the legs of the chair to her lace-wrapped head. The only item of clothing on her body is her lilac knickers, soaked with drool in a patch down the front and clinging to her plump labia.

The man steps back behind her, then his arm appears holding a wired magic wand, which he nestles firmly into her mound. Her whole body twitches at the contact, ankles finding the limit of their straps as her legs kick and her chest heaves.

His other hand wraps around and rests flat on her chest then slides up to wrap gently around her neck, tilting her head back in submission.

We see her breathe deeply, seemingly slower and calmer at being touched this way, and her knees slide open a little further. We don't hear his whispers in her ear, but the effect is clear. She is finding peace in his words; in following his instructions.

His grip tightens on the wand, and her body shifts to find the right spot. She humps gently, grinding the toy against her clit.

A sudden start runs through her, seemingly in response to a word in her ear. The pace of her humping increases, and her chest begins to flush.

Faster still, seemingly focused now on her goal. Her toes tense and point, her breathing now clearly heavier and faster.

Then, hips twitching, and legs fighting against the restraints, knees opening and closing to expose and hide the wand as it nestles into her hot pussy, then we see the orgasm crash through her body. Her whole body all tensed at once, a shudder beginning in her hips then appearing in the waves of movement in the muscles throughout her body, humping and trembling and the savage pegs jiggling as her tits bounce.

The wand falls to the floor as the man wraps his arms around her, and the screen fades to black.