Insexlove mystic molly pt. 2

Apr 212025

Release Year: 2022

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 proper mood needed. Just only at times was I aware of the movement around me instead I was attempting to control 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 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 managed to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself this 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 vagina for the world to see. 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 endured the whipping, surprising myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s accept 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 flesh. It was much too fervent for me… I became so parched from the loud bawls I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which gink just spit it in my face. How abusing I could not take the suspense when this chub came to a decision to control the shocks. Boy was taking me over the brink. The foot torture device I was locked into was excellent. PD bound every toe individually… which is yet other one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and this scared me quite a bit. If I have never attempted something I am hesitant to do it- just only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was another sensation I have never felt. It was very torturous but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. 1 moment groaning as loud as my vocal ropes granted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left this night with real cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the body is. Restrained to the bench. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as buddy 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 this night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, restrained toes, and breath control. Wet fantasy after wet fantasy . PD gave me an unbelievable gift. 1 this I will never forget.

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