Mystic Molly part 2

Dec 302023

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Dressed in a conservative knee runtime skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the proper mood needed. Just only at times was I aware of the movement around me in preference to I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the tightly cinched rope 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 1st 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 managed to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself this people the world over were ’bout to witness fervent power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling vulnerable and craving to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my cunny for the world to watch. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with every sort of ache inflicted on or even near my cunt but I suffered the whipping, unthought myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s get some detail on that cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical fiend it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt throughout that my flesh. It was much too intensive for me… I became so parched from the loud bawls I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which guy just spit it in my face. How abusing I could not take the suspense when fellow came to a decision to oversight the shocks. That chub was taking me over the verge. The foot torture device I was locked into was priceless. PD bound any toe individually… which is yet one greater amount 1 of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles formerly and this scared me quite a bit. If I have never essayed something I am hesitant to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was 1 more sensation I have never felt. It was very torturous but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was completely wide-open. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment bawling as loud as my vocal ropes admitted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with real cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the skin is. Fastened to the stool. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as that guy controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every 1 of those elements helped in my reaching orgasm… 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, strapped toes, and breath check. Wet fantasy after wet dream. PD gave me an unimaginable gift. 1 this I will never forget.

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