Henna Hex - The Joy of Bearing

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The world was black. I tried to perceive around with my hands and soles as I was dragged into the room. The full muffle inwards the humungous leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been bashed before. had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT tho' I didn't know what would happen. The iron was cold against my skin. The trunk I was attached to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to get down on all fours or sit. I could see him studying my figure as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what helluva elations he might visit upon me. The instrument is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and hoists it to present my figure in whatever pose he wants it. It's so simple yet so cruel. When he eventually approaches with the crop I can't help but flinch. I enjoy the experiencing on my skin, but the violate gets me every time. His goal couldn't be any nicer as my puffies and clitoris are the first-ever to get his attention. My appreciation runs away my lips freely. The contortions he put me in are only meant to flash my figure for his amusement. The bearing he imparts to me is unspoiled bliss.