Molly is a lover of anguish and brutality

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Clad in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high high-heeled shoes I awaited my fate, ball-gagged and cuffed, while conversing myself into the suitable mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the motion around me instead I was trying to manage the drool that was forming around the rigidly cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was prepping mentally for the corporal energy that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock amazed Ten I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The first-ever delectation of his forearm was mushy and sensitized then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I controlled to sight directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness heavy energy interchange and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my cautiously chosen attire left me sensing helpless and craving to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my beaver for the world to see. I could not bashful away by trying to shut my gams since the restrain bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of agony inflicted on or even near my puss but I suffered the whipping, surprising myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let's get some detail on this cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop tool was terrifying. punctured by an electric monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt thru my body. It was much too heavy for me... I became so parched from the loud wails I madly let out I completed up pleading PD for water which he just slobber it in my face. How humiliating- *yum*. I could not take the suspense when he determined to manage the shocks. He was taking me over the edge.