Molly - Mystic Molly 2
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Clothed in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, ball-gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the adequate mood needed. Only sometimes was I aware of the movability around me instead I was trying to manage the drool that was forming around the stiffly cinched cord soddening the mattress and smearing my newly made up face. I was prepping mentally for the corporal force that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was dazed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock affected 10 I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The first-ever delectation of his mitt was mushy and sensitive then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I controlled to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness strong strength exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my cautiously chosen outfit left me experiencing defenseless and longing to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my cooch 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 anguish inflicted on or even near my labia but I suffered the whipping, surprising myself, but not sans 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 instrument was terrifying. punctured by an electric monster it was all up to my balance or else a awful shock would jolt thru my body. It was much too strong for me... I became so parched from the noisy shrieks I uncontrollably extracted I concluded up pleading PD for water which he just drool 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. The sole torment device I was locked into was amazing. PD strapped each toe individually... which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never expert flames on my soles before and that frightened me fairly a bit. If I have never attempted something I am unsure to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The cropping on my armpits was another delectation I have never felt. It was very torturous but I still pridefully wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not stir my soles at all. I was downright vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment shrieking as noisy as my vocal straps allowed. The next howling softly to myself. Then smirking from my heart. I left that night with actual lash marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how rough the flesh is. strapped to the chair. gagging for my right to breathe. experiencing desperation as he controlled the tube of delicious oxygen. Having a line crossed by the tape being shoveled 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. Incapable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, strapped toes, and breath control. Moist dream after Moist dream. PD gave me an impressive gift. One that I will never forget.
Clothed in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, ball-gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the adequate mood needed. Only sometimes was I aware of the movability around me instead I was trying to manage the drool that was forming around the stiffly cinched cord soddening the mattress and smearing my newly made up face. I was prepping mentally for the corporal force that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was dazed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock affected 10 I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The first-ever delectation of his mitt was mushy and sensitive then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I controlled to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness strong strength exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my cautiously chosen outfit left me experiencing defenseless and longing to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my cooch 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 anguish inflicted on or even near my labia but I suffered the whipping, surprising myself, but not sans 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 instrument was terrifying. punctured by an electric monster it was all up to my balance or else a awful shock would jolt thru my body. It was much too strong for me... I became so parched from the noisy shrieks I uncontrollably extracted I concluded up pleading PD for water which he just drool 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. The sole torment device I was locked into was amazing. PD strapped each toe individually... which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never expert flames on my soles before and that frightened me fairly a bit. If I have never attempted something I am unsure to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The cropping on my armpits was another delectation I have never felt. It was very torturous but I still pridefully wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not stir my soles at all. I was downright vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment shrieking as noisy as my vocal straps allowed. The next howling softly to myself. Then smirking from my heart. I left that night with actual lash marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how rough the flesh is. strapped to the chair. gagging for my right to breathe. experiencing desperation as he controlled the tube of delicious oxygen. Having a line crossed by the tape being shoveled 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. Incapable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, strapped toes, and breath control. Moist dream after Moist dream. PD gave me an impressive gift. One that I will never forget.
Added: 2022-08-04 • Views: 65 • Duration: 38:31
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