Mystic Molly, Emily Marilyn - part 2

Aug 182022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Dressed in a conservative knee runtime skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, with gag in face hole and cuffed, while talking myself into the suitable mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me in place of I was attempting to oversight the drool this was forming around the vigorously 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 that people the world over were about 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 cunt 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 pain inflicted on or even near my vagina but I suffered the whipping, surprising myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s get some detail on this 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 flesh. It was much too intensive 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 humiliating I could not take the suspense when guy decided to oversight the shocks. Chap was taking me over the verge. The foot torture device I was locked into was nice. PD restrained any toe individually… which is yet 1 more one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never endeavoured something I am hesitant to do it- 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 completely no check. I could not move my feet at all. I was absolutely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment yelling as loud as my vocal ropes admitted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left this night with true cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the body is. Bound to the stool. 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 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 incredible gift. 1 that I will never forget.

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