Mystic BDSM Supremacy For Ideal Gimp Molly
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The first-ever gusto of his forearm was sensitive and sensitized then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I managed to view directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to observe strong strength exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my cautiously chosen outfit left me perceiving defenseless and craving to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my muff 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 honeypot 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 electrified monster it was all up to my balance or else a terrible shock would jolt thru my body. It was much too strong for me... I became so parched from the loud bellows I uncontrollably let out I ended up begging 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 trussed each toe individually... which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never accomplished flames on my feet before and that frightened me fairly a bit. If I have never attempted something I am unassured to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The lashing on my armpits was another gusto I have never felt. It was highly torturous but I still pridefully wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not budge my feet at all. I was entirely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment wailing as loud as my vocal ropes allowed. The next blubbering delicately to myself. Then sneering from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my feet which I never thought was possible considering how rough the flesh is. trussed to the chair. gagging for my right to breathe. perceiving desperation as he managed the tube of juicy oxygen. Having a line crossed by the tape being pushed 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, trussed toes, and breath control. Raw dream after Raw dream. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will never forget.
The first-ever gusto of his forearm was sensitive and sensitized then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I managed to view directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to observe strong strength exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my cautiously chosen outfit left me perceiving defenseless and craving to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my muff 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 honeypot 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 electrified monster it was all up to my balance or else a terrible shock would jolt thru my body. It was much too strong for me... I became so parched from the loud bellows I uncontrollably let out I ended up begging 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 trussed each toe individually... which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never accomplished flames on my feet before and that frightened me fairly a bit. If I have never attempted something I am unassured to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The lashing on my armpits was another gusto I have never felt. It was highly torturous but I still pridefully wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not budge my feet at all. I was entirely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment wailing as loud as my vocal ropes allowed. The next blubbering delicately to myself. Then sneering from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my feet which I never thought was possible considering how rough the flesh is. trussed to the chair. gagging for my right to breathe. perceiving desperation as he managed the tube of juicy oxygen. Having a line crossed by the tape being pushed 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, trussed toes, and breath control. Raw dream after Raw dream. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will never forget.
Added: 2023-03-11 • Views: 26 • Duration: 38:31
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