Mystic Molly

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Wearing a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high stilettos I awaited my fate, ball-gagged and cuffed, while chatting myself into the adequate mood needed. Only occasionally was I aware of the movement around me instead I was trying to manage the slobber that was forming around the stiffly cinched strap soddening the mattress and smearing my newly 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 affected Ten I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The first-ever sheer pleasure of his forearm was mild and gentle 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 observe strong energy swap and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me experiencing defenseless and longing to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my poon for the world to see. I could not timid 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 cooch but I suffered the whipping, surprising myself, but not sans whimpering, of course. I have a wish 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 electrified monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt thru my body. It was much too strong for me... I became so parched from the noisy shrieks I uncontrollably pulled out I concluded 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.