Whisper "Remember to look at the camera while you cum." and push her over the edge.

Theo leans in close, his breath hot against Kelly's ear. "Remember to look at the camera while you cum," he whispers, his fingers giving her nipple a sharp twist as he increases the pressure of the cane against her clit.

Kelly's eyes snap to the camera, wide and wild with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. For a moment, her mind races with conflicting thoughts - shame at being recorded in such a **** state, fear of losing control, and lingering disbelief at her body's eager response to the bondage and pain.

But those thoughts are quickly drowned out by a tidal wave of sensation. The relentless stimulation of her clit, the throbbing ache in her nipples, the fullness of the dildo inside her, and the inescapable grip of the ropes all converge into an overwhelming crescendo of pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" Kelly cries out, her body going rigid in its bonds. Her orgasm crashes over her with surprising intensity, causing her to shake and jerk against her restraints. The box tie digs into her skin as she writhes, the ceiling rope keeping her upright as waves of pleasure course through her.

Kelly's legs strain against the spreader bar, her toes curling as she rides out the intense climax. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around the unyielding dildo, each contraction sending fresh sparks of pleasure through her overstimulated body.

Throughout it all, Kelly's gaze remains locked on the camera, her expression a raw mix of ecstasy and disbelief. Unintelligible sounds spill from her lips as she comes undone, all pretense of coolness or detachment completely shattered.