Sex life

Cast: Bijou
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetich

Bijou showed up with a half eaten sandwich. Right away she desired to stop it so, I figured it was a amazing time to accept things started. I tied one arm up high behindhand her back and wrapped the other end of the rope around her neck to make a collar. Then I let her stop it. She is wearing a long black dress with black heels. She as well has on a pair of panties that I told her to wear all day for me –all day at work and then late into the evening. I watch her as she eats the sandwich nervously. I pepper her with questions concerning her sex existence. I ask her if I take those panties off what I will find in the crotch. She finds it serious to swallow the sandwich, the cord tightly wound about her neck.When we find her next she is wearing the same outfit, fixed in much the same way. A cord attaches her neck to the ceiling while other banded jointly to her neck supports a bowling ball hanging behindhand her back. Another woman’s heels are sitting in an arch around her position. When I obtain to her I place manacles on her ankles with a short chain between them. I tape pencils between the fingers of her free hand. They leave her with a never ending source of deep seated discomfort. When I squeeze them she sucks in air fast, grimaces and lets out a sharp moan of pain. Her dress is untied in the back and pulled down below her milkers exposing her now bare boobs. When she sees me approach her with teat clamps she sucks in a deep breath, grits her teeth and sets her face in stone. When it is clamped on she screams out. When the another is clamped down her ears turn red and she blurts out, “Oh bang!” I ask her how much peach hair she has and then pull a clear bag over her head. That seems the least of her worries right now as she deals with the pain of those pap squeezes. And that only obtains worse as I weight them down with hard locks before tying a leather rope around her neck to seal the bag off. I make her tell me, from inside her little bag, what she thinks about when she wanks. She attempts to breath as little as possible fearing the bag will close around her face. But with each intake and exhalation of breath the bag does close and expand around her head and face. She swallows severe trying to maintain her composure. But we can see an undercurrent of panic just below the surface. She instinctively reaches up to pull the bag from her face with that free hand only to discover searing pain when she bumps the pencils taped between her fingers. But the growing panic only makes her do it one more time. She tells me she is worried, worried she is not getting sufficient air. I make her ask me for it. For fresh air. Then thank me when she gets it. Breathing is definitely something you need to get permission for. When I think she’s had sufficient fresh air I seal the bag back as she starts out to whimper and cry about it. The bag makes a crinkling noise with each breath she takes. It grows rousing and stuffy within seconds for her. A minute later the air is and stale inside. She starts to cry. Her eyes receive distant. She’s trying fierce to keep herself under control. I press the Hitachi up to her vulva through those nasty panties and accept her off for a bit, fucking up her breathing in that bag. After a second she blurts out how she cannot breathe and begs me for fresh air. I give her just a little bit and then make her tell me all about the last time she got fucked. I hang more weights on her teat clips, seal her bag back up and start vibbing her vulva off one more time. She’s torn between the good feeling down below and the true execrable panic-y one up top. Soon she’s begging for more fresh air as one of the nipple squeezes is pulled off from the serious weights. She groans out in pain. But she also moans out for an orgasm. She begs for it, begs for it as though she were begging for her own life. Begging behind that bag over her head. The other clamp pulls itself off and she goes on to beg for it. Pleads over and over again for permission to cum. When she is at her apogee of desire I deny her. I remove the artificial cock, pull her bag off her head and then ball gag her with a gigantic black ball gag. She is vibrating her head no as I buckle it in. Then I pull the bag back over her head and leave her there.

Format: Wm
Duration: 1:54:23
Video: 960×540, Windows media Movie 9, 1953kbps
Audio: 62kbps

Video clip size: 1.7 GB