Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

A pal gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," maid said. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the studs. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just want to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My crony shrugged. "Call him," hottie said 1 greater amount time. I was the youngest of 3 babes. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy comrades. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more 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 instantly. Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last scarcely any years, massive ones, small ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and cocks that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fucking, and cocks this craved anything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every 1 of these cocks (never studs, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, from time to time fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I craved greater amount, less, nothing, everything. I wanted something I couldn’t allow to myself. I craved and craved, but I was afraid. "Call him," my pal 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 always worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the dark. When I in the end made the call, boy told me to come alone and to wear a skirt and blouse. No underwear. My hands shook. I shaved everything this night. Everything but my head. I shoved a easy-chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, exposed. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my cunny and vagina, then touched my fingers to my throat, tasting myself. And I fondled my breasts, watching, playing with my nipples ’till they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my buttocks, the fingers of the one more in my vulva. And all the while, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met before. The 1st thing buddy did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some another girl was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to bang you?" man said, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re favoured." And chap cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though that chub pitied me. "Don’t worry." Gink smiled then, but it made me vibrate. "I’m just only going to hurt you a little." I craved to say something sexual. I wanted to make him want me. I desired to do all the things I’d learned through the years, the way a girl takes oversight. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of control. I was breaking into pieces. Dude smiled because that guy knew everything the moment gink 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 overspread with straps, ropes, chain, shackles. My skin was on fire. That night chap cut my clothing off me. Boy shackled me to a metal bar. Guy locked a maximum steel collar on my neck. Chain between my legs, around my breasts. Metal in my face hole, my ass. Metal grips pinching my teats. And later, vibrator in my pussy. Fellow stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. Dude wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. Dude cut off my air. Gink made me come over and over. After bloke 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 promptly." I stared at the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine immediately." I fluctuated, not from cold, but from something else, something new, an electricity. For the first 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