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The iron is cold and torturous against my flesh. It delves into my neck, wrists, and ankles like nude schlongs polishing against each other at the joint. It becomes more unpleasant with every adjustment I try to make. I must make myself become accustomed to this iron structure, to perceive as though it is an extension of my skeletal structure, a part of me. Every gusto is an delectable combo of pleasure and pain. I perceive his eyes eyeing me, his smirk, his pleasure in my discomfort and pain. I find that I am turned on by this in spite of myself. He knows where every mild part of my assets is and he makes sure to exploit that knowledge. I have no choice but to give in, a sub to sensations. Afterward on, I am entirely immobilized with all my weight buttressed by a pub inbetween my legs. With my head and mitts severely trussed back I find it difficult to catch my breath and before lengthy I am rasping and choking for air. He lets my head up, but at the price of the singletail’s licks. All I can think about is how painfully I want him to strike me harder. This pose is so torturous that the only thing capable of delivering ease is more pain. It takes all my concentration just to withstand it. I am so dispersed that I leave behind to thank him when he provides me with something to stand on to displace the weight. He calls me ungrateful I am instantaneously consumed by so much guilt that I want to cry. I want to make it up to him and just endure it, but the pain is too great. My internal conflict is almost worse than the actual position. I want to leave behind this transient pain and to just tolerate my situation and sate him, but I can’t let go of the perceiving and the wish to physically end it. It is such a turn on to have my mind and assets active simultaneously in this way. It proves my lack of manage and that is something I like highly much. Eventually I cannot take any more. I have to ask to stand on the boxes again. This time I will not leave behind my manners. My prize is ease and a rope of yelling orgasms, leaving my torso heaving with gratitude. I thank him once aloud because I am too weakened to repeat it, although it is all that rings in my ears.
The iron is cold and torturous against my flesh. It delves into my neck, wrists, and ankles like nude schlongs polishing against each other at the joint. It becomes more unpleasant with every adjustment I try to make. I must make myself become accustomed to this iron structure, to perceive as though it is an extension of my skeletal structure, a part of me. Every gusto is an delectable combo of pleasure and pain. I perceive his eyes eyeing me, his smirk, his pleasure in my discomfort and pain. I find that I am turned on by this in spite of myself. He knows where every mild part of my assets is and he makes sure to exploit that knowledge. I have no choice but to give in, a sub to sensations. Afterward on, I am entirely immobilized with all my weight buttressed by a pub inbetween my legs. With my head and mitts severely trussed back I find it difficult to catch my breath and before lengthy I am rasping and choking for air. He lets my head up, but at the price of the singletail’s licks. All I can think about is how painfully I want him to strike me harder. This pose is so torturous that the only thing capable of delivering ease is more pain. It takes all my concentration just to withstand it. I am so dispersed that I leave behind to thank him when he provides me with something to stand on to displace the weight. He calls me ungrateful I am instantaneously consumed by so much guilt that I want to cry. I want to make it up to him and just endure it, but the pain is too great. My internal conflict is almost worse than the actual position. I want to leave behind this transient pain and to just tolerate my situation and sate him, but I can’t let go of the perceiving and the wish to physically end it. It is such a turn on to have my mind and assets active simultaneously in this way. It proves my lack of manage and that is something I like highly much. Eventually I cannot take any more. I have to ask to stand on the boxes again. This time I will not leave behind my manners. My prize is ease and a rope of yelling orgasms, leaving my torso heaving with gratitude. I thank him once aloud because I am too weakened to repeat it, although it is all that rings in my ears.
Added: 2025-05-21 • Views: 0 • Duration: 48:09
Categories: BDSM • Models: Sarah Jane Ceylon
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