Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd clyster 912 insexarchives
Endurance is my master’s delight for a carnival of dirty delights. My submission nearly defies existence. To submit is to ignore that voice inside your head that is urging you to run out of the room. And it takes all my strength not to run.
Endurance is time finished before me as I anticipate your next move. The cane poised before me like the hand of the clock. I can feel the blood pump and splash into my heart hole before each stroke of the cane. My heart stops and pops like a bubble as the supple skin wraps around the cane. The blood rushes back and forth from the point of contact; blood thick with salt running over an open wound.
Now time slips through me like sand. Am I having amusement yet? Two more hours ’till show time and I’m already panting like a sick dog. This is not actual, I’m thinking. My mind keeps situating itself around my cunny and my titties; the two areas most thin-skinned to pain. I am silently begging for your leniency. That is the compassion of a hundred and fifty men, each wanting a bite of my body. I want to lop off my breasts and tuck my clit away so you cannot torture me there.
But you already have me dismembered: bust, vulva, neck and arms. And the cords swallow me complete, pulling my body back and offering my bones to the cold floor. Make me squirm about on the concrete floor for a cigarette if it pleases you. Each puff is worth a little bruise on a bone.
Now you’ve got my oral cavity and throat. You’ve left my body scenes strewn about the room all dirtied up. Now you’ve found a cavity to play with! Go ahead and see how much existence I have if it pleases you. It is all entertainment and games. A plastic bag restrained around my strapped and with gag in muzzle head feels like being banged in the throat. You know exactly where the air finishes. It stops in plastic sucked to my eyeballs.
Show time’s here and I am an empty shell. My flesh has been scooped out and served onto a platter. Now you’re going to play with my mind. My master is an apparition waving his magic wand. He has captured the very essence of pain. It is pure and crisp; pins being dragged through your body. And it lights up each cord burn and scratch on the flesh like a blue flame.
Original FileName: 20010424 – 101′s December Live Feed (101) (2)
Format: real
Duration: 34:21
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 55.8 MB