Mystic Molly
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Clothed in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high high-heeled slippers I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while conversing myself into the suitable mood needed. Only periodically was I aware of the mobility around me instead I was attempting to control the slobber that was forming around the stiffly cinched string dousing the mattress and smearing my newly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the corporal intensity that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was shocked by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock amazed Ten I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The first-ever pleasure of his hand was fragile and sensitized then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I managed to glance directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness intense power interchange and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my cautiously chosen apparel left me perceiving defenseless and craving to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my pussy for the world to see. I could not bashful away by attempting 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 vagina 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 device 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 intense for me... I became so parched from the loud wails I madly whipped out I concluded up pleading PD for water which he just drool it in my face. How humiliating- . I could not take the suspense when he decided to control the shocks. He was taking me over the edge. The foot torment device I was locked into was amazing. PD roped each toe individually... which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never expert flames on my soles before and that panicked 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 flagellating on my armpits was another pleasure I have never felt. It was very excruciating but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not stir my soles at all. I was completely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment wailing as loud as my vocal straps allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then grinning from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how harsh the flesh is. roped to the chair. gagging for my right to breathe. perceiving desperation as he managed the tube of edible 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, throwing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, roped toes, and breath control. Humid dream after Humid dream. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will never forget.
Clothed in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high high-heeled slippers I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while conversing myself into the suitable mood needed. Only periodically was I aware of the mobility around me instead I was attempting to control the slobber that was forming around the stiffly cinched string dousing the mattress and smearing my newly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the corporal intensity that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was shocked by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock amazed Ten I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The first-ever pleasure of his hand was fragile and sensitized then in the matter of seconds I was gagging and choking! Fighting with the cut off air I managed to glance directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness intense power interchange and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my cautiously chosen apparel left me perceiving defenseless and craving to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my pussy for the world to see. I could not bashful away by attempting 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 vagina 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 device 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 intense for me... I became so parched from the loud wails I madly whipped out I concluded up pleading PD for water which he just drool it in my face. How humiliating- . I could not take the suspense when he decided to control the shocks. He was taking me over the edge. The foot torment device I was locked into was amazing. PD roped each toe individually... which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never expert flames on my soles before and that panicked 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 flagellating on my armpits was another pleasure I have never felt. It was very excruciating but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not stir my soles at all. I was completely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment wailing as loud as my vocal straps allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then grinning from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how harsh the flesh is. roped to the chair. gagging for my right to breathe. perceiving desperation as he managed the tube of edible 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, throwing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, roped toes, and breath control. Humid dream after Humid dream. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will never forget.
Added: 2022-08-30 • Views: 93 • Duration: 38:31
Categories: BDSM, Bondage, Fisting and Dildo, Torture, Toys • Models: Molly (aka Molly Matthews, Emily Marilyn)
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