Mystic Molly - pt.2

Aug 202022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

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 appropriate mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me as an alternative I was attempting to control the drool this was forming around the forcefully cinched cord wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength this 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 directed to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself this people the world over were about to witness intensive 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 cunt 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 each sort of pain inflicted on or even near my cunt but I suffered the whipping, unscheduled myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s receive some detail on that cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt through my skin. It was much too much intensive for me… I became so parched from the loud screams I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which man just spit it in my face. How disgracing I could not take the suspense when guy came to a decision to oversight the shocks. Lad was taking me over the brink. The foot torture device I was locked into was priceless. PD chained any toe individually… which is yet other 1 of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles formerly and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never endeavoured something I am hesitant to do it- just only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was other sensation I have never felt. It was very excruciating but I still proudly wear the marks. I had totally no oversight. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment shouting as loud as my vocal ropes admitted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left this night with actual cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the flesh is. Tied to the stool. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as chap controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every 1 of these elements helped in my reaching orgasm… 3 in a row no less. I left this night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, chained toes, and breath check. Wet fantasy after wet fantasy . PD gave me an incredible gift. 1 this I will never forget.

Format: mp4
Duration: 38:31
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4798kbps
Audio: 97kbps