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, ball-gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the adequate mood needed. Only occasionally was I aware of the mobility around me instead I was trying to manage the slobber that was forming around the stiffly cinched cord dousing the mattress and smearing my newly made up face. I was prepping mentally for the physical energy that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was shocked by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock impressed Ten I melted at PD's initial touch. The very first sheer pleasure of his palm was sensitive and mushy then in the matter of seconds I was choking 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 strenuous power interchange and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my cautiously chosen apparel left me sensing defenseless and craving to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my poon for the world to see. I could not timid away by trying to shut my gams since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of agony inflicted on or even near my beaver 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 contraption was terrifying. punctured by an electrical monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrific shock would jolt through my body. It was much too strenuous for me... I became so parched from the loud moans I uncontrollably unleashed I completed up asking PD for water which he just slobber it in my face. How humiliating- . I could not take the suspense when he determined to manage the shocks. He was taking me over the edge.