Mystic molly part 2 insexLove

Mar 152025

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

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 suited 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 vigorously cinched string 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 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 movie cam reminding myself that people the world over were ’bout to witness extreme power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling powerless and craving to be . The 1 leg semi suspension opened my vagina 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 any sort of ache inflicted on or even near my cunny but I endured the whipping, unthought myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s obtain some detail on this 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 through my body. It was much too much heavy for me… I became so parched from the loud weeps I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which that chub just spit it in my face. How abusing I could not take the suspense when fellow came to a decision to check the shocks. Buddy was taking me over the brink. The foot torture device I was locked into was pleasant. PD fastened every toe individually… which is yet another one 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 torturous but I still proudly wear the marks. I had fully no check. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely helpless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment crying as loud as my vocal cords allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left this night with actual rod marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the skin is. Strapped to the chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as bloke controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every one 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, fixed toes, and breath check. Wet fantasy after wet dream. PD gave me an unbelievable gift. One that I will never forget.

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