Release Year: 2022

Dressed in a conservative knee continuance skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, with gag in muzzle and cuffed, while talking myself into the suited mood needed. Just only at times was I aware of the movement around me in preference to I was attempting to check the drool this was forming around the vigorously cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that 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 1st 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 managed to look directly into the lens of the movie cam reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness intensive power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling vulnerable and craving to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my vagina for the world to see. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with every sort of ache inflicted on or even near my cunny but I suffered the whipping, unscheduled myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s receive some detail on that cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt through my flesh. It was much too much fervent for me… I became so parched from the loud groans I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which gink just spit it in my face. How disgracing I could not take the suspense when that chub decided to control the shocks. This chub was taking me over the verge. The foot torture device I was locked into was pleasant. PD fixed every toe individually… which is yet other one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles formerly and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never essayed something I am hesitant to do it- merely because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was other sensation I have never felt. It was very hurting but I still proudly wear the marks. I had fully no oversight. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely defenseless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment crying as loud as my vocal ropes granted. 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 skin is. Tied to the chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as bloke controlled the tube of darling oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being stuck in up my nostrils. Every one of those elements helped in my reaching orgasm… 3 in a row no less. I left that night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, restrained toes, and breath control. Wet fantasy after wet dream. PD gave me an high gift. 1 this I will never forget.

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

File size: 1.3 GB