Capsized
When Cyd rubbed a bit of capsaicin on Phoenix Rose we knew we'd get a reaction. What we weren't expecting was for it to turn her into a sobbing mess in seconds flat. She can't control herself enough to form words, which is just as well because there is nothing for her to say. The beauty of pepper-juice is that once it is applied it just has to run its course, there is nothing she could say to make it stop. When she finally calms down and the pain has gone away we put her into some of the leather she was so interested in playing with earlier. The bit that covers her cunt makes her sweat just enough to reactivate the capcaisin. It's so bad Cyd even considers taking it easy on her for a second before laying into her ass with his floggers. And if there way any question about which part of Phoenix was bearing the brunt of the pain today the last position should erase all doubt. She is hog-tied with her back arched so much she can barely breathe, an ass hook keeps her in place and then Mr. Pogo goes to town on her pussy.