Mystic Molly part 2
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Clad in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high stilettos I awaited my fate, ball-gagged and cuffed, while conversing myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only sometimes was I aware of the motion around me instead I was attempting to manage the slobber that was forming around the firmly cinched rope soaking the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was prepping mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was dazed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock impressed 10 I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The highly first gusto of his hand was mushy and mild 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 watch strenuous energy swap and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling defenseless and longing to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my cooter for the world to see. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my gams since the restrain bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of ache inflicted on or even near my coochie 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 implement 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 strenuous for me... I became so parched from the noisy moans I furiously let out I completed up begging PD for water which he just slobber it in my face. How humiliating- *yum*. I could not take the suspense when he decided to manage the shocks. He was taking me over the edge. The sole torture tool 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 startled me fairly a bit. If I have never attempted something I am hesitant 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 agonizing but I still pridefully wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not stir my feet at all. I was entirely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment squealing as noisy as my vocal ropes allowed. The next weeping delicately 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 raunchy the flesh is. strapped to the chair. Gagging for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as he managed the tube of succulent 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, strapped toes, and breath control. Wet wish after wet dream. PD gave me an epic gift. One that I will never forget.
Clad in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high stilettos I awaited my fate, ball-gagged and cuffed, while conversing myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only sometimes was I aware of the motion around me instead I was attempting to manage the slobber that was forming around the firmly cinched rope soaking the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was prepping mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was dazed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock impressed 10 I dissolved at PD's initial touch. The highly first gusto of his hand was mushy and mild 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 watch strenuous energy swap and I was the object of torture! Cold trib blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling defenseless and longing to be . The one gam semi suspension opened my cooter for the world to see. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my gams since the restrain bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of ache inflicted on or even near my coochie 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 implement 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 strenuous for me... I became so parched from the noisy moans I furiously let out I completed up begging PD for water which he just slobber it in my face. How humiliating- *yum*. I could not take the suspense when he decided to manage the shocks. He was taking me over the edge. The sole torture tool 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 startled me fairly a bit. If I have never attempted something I am hesitant 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 agonizing but I still pridefully wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not stir my feet at all. I was entirely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment squealing as noisy as my vocal ropes allowed. The next weeping delicately 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 raunchy the flesh is. strapped to the chair. Gagging for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as he managed the tube of succulent 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, strapped toes, and breath control. Wet wish after wet dream. PD gave me an epic gift. One that I will never forget.
Added: 2022-08-07 • Views: 39 • Duration: 38:31
Categories: BDSM, Bondage, Fisting and Dildo, Torture, Toys • Models: Molly (aka Molly Matthews, Emily Marilyn)
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