Bijou

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Release Year: 2010
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Fetish
Video language: English

Bijou showed up with a half eaten sandwich. Right elsewhere she wanted to finish it so, I figured it was a good time to acquire things started. I chained one arm up high behind her back and wrapped the other end of the rope around her neck to make a collar. Then I let her finish it. She is wearing a long black dress with black heels. She also has on a pair of panties that I told her to wear all day for me –all day at work and then late into the evening. I watch her as she eats the sandwich nervously. I pepper her with questions concerning her sex life. I ask her if I take those panties off what I will find in the crotch. She finds it hard to swallow the sandwich, the rope tightly wound about her neck.
When we find her next she is wearing the same outfit, tied up in much the same way. A rope connects her neck to the ceiling while another attached to her neck supports a bowling ball hanging behind her back. Another woman’s heels are sitting in an arch around her position. When I get to her I place manacles on her ankles with a short strap between them. I tape pencils between the fingers of her free hand. They leave her with a never ending source of deep seated discomfort. When I squeeze them she sucks in air rapid, grimaces and lets out a sharp groan of pain. Her dress is untied in the back and pulled down below her milkers exposing her now naked tits. When she sees me approach her with nipple clamps she sucks in a deep breath, grits her teeth and sets her face in stone. When it is clamped on she cries out. When the other is clamped down her ears turn red and she blurts out, “Oh bang!” I ask her how much vulva hair she has and then pull a clear bag over her head. That seems the least of her worries right now as she deals with the pain of those nipple clamps. And that only gain worse as I weight them down with harsh locks before tying a leather cord around her neck to seal the bag off. I make her tell me, from inside her little bag, what she thinks about when she masturbates. She tries to breath as little as possible fearing the bag will close around her face. But with each intake and exhalation of breath the bag does close and expand around her head and face. She swallows hard trying to maintain her composure. But we can see an undercurrent of panic just below the surface. She instinctively reaches up to pull the bag from her face with that free hand only to discover searing pain when she bumps the pencils taped between her fingers. But the growing panic only makes her do it one more time. She tells me she is worried, worried she isn’t acquiring enough air. I make her ask me for it. For newest air. Then thank me when she gain it. Breathing is definitely something you need to acquire permission for. When I think she’s had enough fresh air I seal the bag back as she begins to whimper and scream about it. The bag makes a crinkling noise with each breath she takes. It grows sexy and stuffy within seconds for her. A minute later the air is dead and stale inside. She starts to weep. Her eyes acquire distant. She’s trying hard to keep herself under control. I press the Hitachi up to her labia through those dirty panties and acquire her off for a bit, bang up her breathing in that bag. After a second she blurts out how she can’t breathe and begs me for newest air. I give her just a little bit and then make her tell me all about the last time she got fucked. I hang more weights on her nipple , seal her bag back up and start vibbing her vulva off once again. She’s torn between the excellent feeling down below and the real bad panic-y one up top. Soon she’s begging for more fresh air as one of the clips on nipples is pulled off from the harsh weights. She cries out in pain. But she also weeps out for an apex. She begs for it, begs for it as though she were begging for her own life. Begging behind that bag over her head. The other clamp pulls itself off and she continues to beg for it. Pleads over and once again for permission to cum. When she is at her orgasm of desire I deny her. I remove the vibrator, pull her bag off her head and then ball gag her with a huge black ball gag. She is shaking her head no as I buckle it in. Then I pull the bag back over her head and leave her there.

Format: Windows Media
Duration: 1:54:23
Video: 960×540, Windows Media Movie 9, 1953kbps
Audio: 62kbps