Mystic Molly part 2

Mar 172024

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Dressed in a conservative knee duration skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, with gag in kisser and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me in preference to I was attempting to control the drool this 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 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 edited to look directly into the lens of the camera 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 wide-open 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, sudden myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s obtain 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 through my body. It was much too fervent for me… I became so parched from the loud moans I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which buddy just spit it in my face. How humiliating I could not take the suspense when fellow came to a decision to control the shocks. Gink was taking me over the edge. The foot torture device I was locked into was worthy. PD chained any toe individually… which is yet 1 greater amount 1 of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and this 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 another sensation I have never felt. It was very anguished but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no oversight. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely wide-open. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. 1 moment bawling as loud as my vocal ropes allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left this night with real rod 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 guy controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every one 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