Cherried Prolapse Part 1

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Just about every model who comes thru our dungeon space has inhibitions about one thing or another. At some point during their time with us, nearly every single one has a moment where they are evidently only panicked or only in pain, nearly like they don't want to be doing what they're doing anymore. Blossom, however, never for one 2nd has that moment. She luvs every single bit of the work she does and you can read it plainly on her face. At first, London Sea has her bound up, face down on the floor, her wrists caned firmly to her ankles in a hogtie. Slowly, London unwraps her, first eliminating the high heels, then pulling her microskirt up so she has access to her ass. London begins flagellating her soles and moves up her calves all the way to her thighs. The sound of the whacks as the lash makes contact with flesh is remarkable, displaying just how stiff London is hitting, but identically remarkable is the sound of Blossom's laughter as she is beaten. She looks like she is having the time of her life. London has a field day with her, since it isn't so oftentimes that she gets a model who is so ready and raring to try out anything she wants to do to them. She pulls a bag over Blossom's head to make it stiff for her to sigh and wraps her gullet in an electrified gauze gag. She splays Mini-rosebud out opened up eagle on the floor, her wrists bound to the ground as far out as they can be stretched. She affixes binder clamps all over her body, going as far as to pin one on her tongue. Mini-rosebud flinches now and again, but mostly she just tongues it up. She lives to take a beating, and right now she is living life to the fullest.