Mystic Molly pt.2

Jan 222024

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Dressed in a conservative knee duration skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the suited mood needed. Merely at times was I aware of the movement around me as an alternative I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the firmly 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 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 edited to look directly into the lens of the movie cam reminding myself that 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 defenseless and craving to be . The 1 leg semi suspension opened my vulva 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 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 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 throughout this my body. It was much too utmost for me… I became so parched from the loud bawls I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which man just spit it in my face. How abusing I could not take the suspense when bloke decided to control the shocks. Bloke was taking me over the brink. The foot torture device I was locked into was amazing. PD strapped any toe individually… which is yet one more 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- merely because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was another sensation I have never felt. It was very hurtful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had entirely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely wide-open. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. 1 moment moaning as loud as my vocal ropes admitted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with true cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the skin is. Tied to the easy-chair. 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 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 oversight. 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