Release Year: 2013
Studio: Insex Archives
Genres: bondage bdsm torture rough pd enema 912 insexarchives
Would you know me if you saw me on the street? Would you recognize the animal lurking inside me, waiting to be released? Would you see it in my eyes? Would you tap your buddy on the shoulder, point, and whisper, "That, my companion, is a bondage hooker?" Would you suspect that only two hours ago I was lying stripped on a cold, concrete floor, tied and gagged and writhing in pain?
Probably not.
I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t have the bruises to prove it.
Today was more than just an innocent experiment?it was a exam of will power, a psychological battle, an exploration of my dark side, and, ultimately, a transformation. I craved to push myself, to see how far my flesh could bend and how much torture it could take. I don?t know what pain is, but I want to find out. I want to feel it, to possess it, to conquer it. PD tells me that pain is all in my head, signals that my skin sends to my brain. It is up to the mind to receive these messages, process them, receive them, and at the last moment to transcend. Sounds logical, right? All I can say is: easier said than done.
He started off by tying my hands behindhand my back in reverse prayer. I like this position. The stretch running down the sides of my arms and back is a sort of soothing relief for me. He fixed my legs together forcefully and pulled them back towards my head as far as they could go (I thought). Lying there by myself on the cold, utmost gray floor, I shivered and struggled to break loose. In an endeavour to release all the tension and agony building up inside me, I endeavoured to scream through the metal gag I had clenched between my teeth. PD approached me and freed my legs so that I was no longer f0rced to arch my back. I breathed a sigh of relief, tho’ I knew this was only going to receive worse. He essayed to hogtie me one more time with my legs pulled back further and I resisted, to no avail. Then he left me again and pleasured in my anguish as I twisted and turned, searching for a comfortable position that I knew was impossible to find and moaning out for help I was sure would never arrive. He returned and rested my torso on his knees. Breathless and exhausted, I contemplated moving away, but then resolved to accept his compassion while he was offering it. He was being easy on me and I knew it.
For the next scene he was not so amazing. Suspended by the ropes behind my back, I gasped for breath as he wrapped leather tensely around my tits, taped my muzzle, and fixed my defenseless legs to a wooden branch. He banded unitedly weights to 4 strings on my pubic hairs and clamped both my teats. In the air like this for my first time, I felt strangely powerful, like I could do anything I craved to do. But then the dizziness became worse and worse. The pain he was trying to inflict was nothing to me. He could have done anything he desired and it wouldn’t have mattered?all I desired was air. I attempted to breathe deeply but the cords around my ribs constricted my torso and would not allow my lungs to expand. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, I was lowered to the ground and untied. The worst was over. Or so I believed.
Promptly after these cords were removed, I was transformed into the bondage bitch PD wants me to be?restrained, obedient, available to be tortured and consumed by anyone and everyone. A corset was laced tensely around my waist so that my breathing was restricted once again. My hands were stuffed into fingerless gloves that were linked to the collar around my neck and I wore tall black toe shoes. It surprised me to realize that I felt rousing like this. My skin trembled with eager anticipation of what was coming next. For the final touch, PD pulled a black mask over my head so that I was in entire darkness and could only get air through two tiny nose holes. I have never been this vulnerable. Up ’till this point, I could always see where PD was and what he was going to do to me. I was filled with a mixture of terror, excitement, and dread. Supported by a harness over my head, I stood up for what seemed like an eternity. My face sweated and my legs shook violently as I blindly essayed to balance on my aching toes. Surprisingly, I was lifted up and placed on the concrete once other time. A welcome change. That is until I heard PD stepping toward me. He spank me with something?I do not know what or for how long’on my torso, my legs, my booty. This was something I was not expecting and had never felt before. I wept, jerked, and screamed with abandon. But eventually I calmed myself slightly and endeavoured to separate mind from flesh.
A little pain, I tell myself. A tiny ache and nothing more. I leave the video-making studio with burns and bruises, my medals of honor that I hope will not fade before I return to acquire new ones. "I can take this," I convince myself. "Oh, this is nothing," my internal beast answers back. "You can take this and much, much more."
Genuine FileName: 20010704 – 411′s Assay (411)
Format: true
Duration: 45:20
Video: 320×240, RV30
Audio: 43kbps
File size: 73.7 MB