Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

Dressed in a conservative knee duration skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Just only at times was I aware of the movement around me as an alternative I was attempting to check the drool this was forming around the firmly cinched string wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength this was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock struck 10 I melted at PD’s initial touch. The first sensation of his hand was soft and gentle then in the matter of seconds I was gasping and choking! Struggling with the cut off air I edited to look directly into the lens of the movie cam reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness serious power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling wide-open and craving to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my cunt for the world to watch. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of pain inflicted on or even near my vagina but I endured the whipping, unheralded 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 contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical giant it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt throughout that my skin. It was much too much harsh for me… I became so parched from the loud cries I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which lad just spit it in my face. How humiliating I could not take the suspense when chap decided to oversight the shocks. This guy was taking me over the verge. The foot torture device I was locked into was fine. PD strapped every toe individually… which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never tried something I am hesitant to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was 1 greater amount sensation I have never felt. It was very grievous but I still proudly wear the marks. I had totally no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was totally defenseless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment bawling as loud as my vocal ropes allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left this night with real rod marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the body is. Fixed to the stool. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as buddy controlled the tube of darling oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every 1 of those elements helped in my reaching orgasm… 3 in a row no less. I left this night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, chained toes, and breath control. Wet fantasy after wet dream. PD gave me an high gift. One this I will never forget.

Format: mp4
Duration: 38:31
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4798kbps
Audio: 97kbps

Video clip size: 1.3 GB