Release Year: 2022

Dressed in a conservative knee continuance skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, with gag in face hole and cuffed, while talking myself into the suitable mood needed. Merely at times was I aware of the movement around me instead I was attempting to check the drool this was forming around the forcefully cinched cord 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 directed to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were ’bout to witness fervent power exchange and I was the object of torture! Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling helpless 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 any sort of ache inflicted on or even near my cunny but I suffered the whipping, surprising myself, but not without whimpering, of course. I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said "Let’s acquire some detail on this 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 throughout this my skin. It was much too fervent for me… I became so parched from the loud shrieks I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which boy just spit it in my face. How humiliating I could not take the suspense when dude came to a decision to oversight the shocks. Fellow was taking me over the edge. The foot torture device I was locked into was amazing. PD tied each toe individually… which is yet another 1 of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and this scared me quite a bit. If I have never attempted something I am hesitant to do it- just only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was other sensation I have never felt. It was very painful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had completely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was entirely powerless. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. 1 moment yelling as loud as my vocal cords granted. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with real cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the skin is. Strapped to the stool. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as man controlled the tube of sweetheart oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being inserted up my nostrils. Every 1 of these 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, fastened toes, and breath check. Wet fantasy after wet dream. PD gave me an incredible gift. One this I will never forget.

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