Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

A friend gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," hottie said. I’d finished dating. It wasn’t the dudes. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just desire to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My crony shrugged. "Call him," chick said one more time. I was the youngest of three girls. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy companions. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, greater amount groping. I had dreams, murky pics in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing immediately. Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last small in number years, gigantic ones, small ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and cocks this had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fucking, and cocks this wanted anything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every one of those cocks (never boys, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I wanted more, less, nothing, everything. I craved something I couldn’t allow to myself. I wanted and craved, but I was afraid. "Call him," my friend said. It was the thought of lying in the dark that finished me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was at all times worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the dark. When I lastly made the call, man told me to come alone and to wear a skirt and blouse. No underwear. My hands shook. I shaved everything that night. Everything but my head. I shoved a easy-chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, unclothed. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my vulva and vagina, then touched my fingers to my mouth, tasting myself. And I fondled my breasts, watching, playing with my teats till they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my butt, the fingers of the other in my vagina. And all the while, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met formerly. The 1st thing dude did this night was to bind me bent over a cage. Some another girl was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck u?" fellow said, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re propitious." And chap cocked his head, his eyes sad, as tho’ buddy pitied me. "Don’t worry." Chap smiled then, but it made me fluctuate. "I’m merely going to hurt you a little." I craved to say something erotic. I craved to make him desire me. I craved to do all the things I’d learned throughout that the years, the way a girl takes oversight. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of oversight. I was breaking into pieces. That guy smiled because man knew everything the moment buddy saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander once he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were covered with straps, cords, chain, shackles. My skin was on fire. That night boy cut my clothing off me. Boy shackled me to a metal bar. Chap locked a utmost steel collar on my neck. Chain between my legs, around my breasts. Metal in my mouth, my ass. Metal squeezes pinching my nipps. And later, vibrator in my cunt. This chub stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. Gink wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. Buddy cut off my air. Buddy made me come over and over. After man was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. Man put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in location. "You’ll do everything I say. When I call, you’ll come at once." I stared at the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine immediately." I shivered, not from cold, but from something else, something new, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the dark anymore. "Yes sir."

Format: mp4
Duration: 49:40
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 116kbps

File size: 1.7 GB