Studio: Insex
Genres: BDSM, Torment, Piercing, Bondage, Beating, Hardcore
Only at times was I aware of the motion around me instead I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the tightly 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 managed to look directly into the lense of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness cruel power exchange and I was the object of torment! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling defenseless and craving to be. The one leg semi suspension opened my pussy for the world to see. I could not shy not here by attempting to shut my legs seeing that the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any 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 acquire some detail on this cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. Imapled by an electrical monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt through my skin. It was much too harsh for me… I became so parched from the loud cries I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which he just spit it in my face. How humiliating- *yum*. I could not take the suspense when he decided to control the shocks. He was takng me over the edge. The foot torment device I was locked into was amazing. PD fixed each toe individually… which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and that afraid me quite a bit. If I have never tried 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 painful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was completely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment crying as loud as my vocal cords allowed. The next screaming softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the flesh is. Tied to the chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as he controlled the tube of lovable oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being shoved 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, chained toes, and breath games. Wet dream after wet dream. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will never forget.
Format: avi
Duration: 55:02
Video: 640×480, XviD, 749kbps
Audio: 125kbps
File size: 357.7 MB
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