Mystic molly part 2

Dec 112024

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. Just only at times was I aware of the movement around me in place of I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the tensely cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that 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 edited to look directly into the lens of the movie cam reminding myself this people the world over were ’bout to witness severe power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling defenseless and craving to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my pussy 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 cunny but I suffered the whipping, unexpected myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s acquire some detail on that cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical giant it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt throughout that my skin. It was much too fervent for me… I became so parched from the loud yells I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which lad just spit it in my face. How abusing I could not take the suspense when buddy came to a decision to oversight the shocks. Buddy was taking me over the verge. The foot torture device I was locked into was priceless. PD bound every toe individually… which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never attempted something I am hesitant to do it- merely because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was other sensation I have never felt. It was very grievous but I still proudly wear the marks. I had wholly no check. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely powerless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. 1 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 flesh is. Strapped to the easy-chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as boy controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being shoved up my nostrils. Every 1 of these 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, fastened toes, and breath check. Wet dream after wet dream. PD gave me an unimaginable gift. One this I will never forget.

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