Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives
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Dressed in a conservative knee continuance skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropraite mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me in place of I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the vigorously cinched cord wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness.
When the clock struck 10 I melted at PD’s initial touch. The first sensation of his hand was soft and gentle then in the matter of seconds I was gasping and choking! Struggling with the cut off air I edited to look directly into the lense of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness fervent power exchange and I was the object of torture!
Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling helpless and craving to be .
The one leg semi suspension opened my pussy for the world to see. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of pain inflicted on or even near my bush but I suffered the whipping, unannounced myself, but not without whimpering, of course.
I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s get some detail on this cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be.
The bishop contraption was terrifying. Imapled by an electrical giant it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt through my skin. It was much too fervent for me… I became so parched from the loud yells I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which he just spit it in my face. How humiliating- *yum*. I could not take the suspense when he decided to control the shocks. He was takng me over the brink.
The foot torture device I was locked into was fine. PD tied each toe individually… which is yet one more one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never attempted something I am hesitant to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The beating on my underarms was other sensation I have never felt. It was very grievous but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was completely helpless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment groaning as loud as my vocal ropes granted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the flesh is.
Tied to the chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as he controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every one of these elements helped in my reaching apogee… 3 in a row no less.
I left that night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, bound toes, and breath control. Wet dream after wet dream.
PD gave me an unimaginable gift. One that I will never forget.
Original FileName: 20010411 – Molly’s Live Feed March 31 RAW (Molly)
Format: actual
Duration: 1:18:41
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 128.2 MB