Release Year: 2013

Studio: Insex Archives

Genres: restraint bondage pain play torment coarse pd enema 912 insexarchives

I woke up sore and aching. My entire body was a conductor for suffering. I reflected on the events of final night.
It had started out as joy indeed. My school cutie raiment put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my body and trying to acquire out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, laughing animal play my foolhardy attempts and I grew ever greater amount determined to work my way out. Every success was countered by PD with an adjustment, a bigger knot, a rope around my neck pulled continuously higher. Still I kept trying animal training the ropes, shoving and working animal training the knots, giggling all the way. PD lastly made me sit on my knees and pulled the rope tight. Now I had to struggle to deal with the pressure on my knees, which were quickly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much energy I had expended in trying to receive out of PD's ropes earlier, I was getting actually tired truly fast. I tried to sit back on my feet to relieve my knees, this position put a lot of strain on my hips, and tightened the rope on my neck further,but I held on.
Pd pulled my shoes and socks off and tickled em, shoved em and pinched em, laughter turned to screams.
Soon,that guy loosened the rope on my neck, merely to tie it to my foot! He pulled me up and I felt a terrible strain on my ankle, the pressure was unbearable. I had seen him do this plenty of times, and had not ever experienced it myself. I was terrified. Soon my fear deepened, I started to feel as if the straps of leather wrapped around my foot were slipping, and imagined myself plummeting to the ground head 1st. These were irrational fears, but I could not shake em, I screamed to be let down.

Then it got worse. I was instructed to lie on a clear sheet of vinyl that PD had prepared for a peculiar scene. He folded some other sheet over me, and began taping down the edges.
Then the suction began, and with a high pitched squeal, the vacuum suctioned the 2 pieces of vinyl jointly! After several begins and stops, I was lastly vacuum sealed and hung, like a bag of violet colored candy or a packaged doll.
I cannot start to express the utter phobia I felt in this situation. There was pressure all around me, my nose was really pinched shut, and even though it was clear vinyl, I could not watch everything, my eyes had been squeezed shut likewise. I had to struggle to expand my diaphragm, and it was intense to breathe. I feared not getting sufficiently air, and wondered what would happen if I fainted, would PD be able to tell? Would I still be able to hold the catheter in my throat that supplied me with priceless air or would the vacuum engulf that out also? I had ear plugs in and I couldn't hear everything PD was saying, I was alone with this terrible pressure all around me and despite knowing PD, and having worked with him for so lengthy I could not put aside this fear, I could not reason animal play all. Blind horror and panic overwhelmed me, and thank god, PD started pulling me down.

I was so pleased to be out of there, that I would willingly undergo any other punishment, and I of course was shoved to my boundaries. My arms had been bound behind me for quite some time already, and they would acquire quite the treatment now.
PD mounted me on the box and put my into a severe wrist and ankle bondage. I had to struggle just to maintain it, and felt an incredible strain on my lower back, and in my arms. I alternated betwixt shoving forward to relieve my back, and trying to keep the strain off my shoulders. My shoulders felt like they were being wrenched out of their sockets, and since my arms are double jointed, I indeed had to fight to make sure that they didn't rotate in their sockets (which is usually not a large deal, but in this case, with this much pressure would have been terribly painful). Pd poked me forward on the edge of the box, so that my wobblers hung off. I had one more terrifying pont of time here, my entire body trembling. I felt as if I were going to rock forward and fall off the box and I shoved back with all my might, incredibly increasing the strain on my lower back.
To make matters worse, PD clamped my very sensitive teats and started adding weights one by one, to every teat. The torture on my back and my sheer fear were so raw that I hardly reacted to the torture in my teats.
Finally after one clothespin had fallen below the weight it had beared, the other was removed, and I was let out.

Next we did an inverted suspension, which felt great... animal training 1st. My arms were free, and I felt like a child playing in a jungle gym. I would not feel like this for lengthy.
PD brought out a bucket, and bound it to my hair. Then this chab began filling up the bucket with water, putting quite the load on my very sensitive scalp. The worst however, was when this chab pulled out the Violet wand. I heard it crackling and charging and I knew what was coming, even previous to I felt the 1st jolt of electricity on my vulnerable, in natures garb body. He toyed with me, running it along lightly and then letting the harsher zaps acquire to my nipps and genitals.
Soon this guy tired of those games, and led me to some other in what appeared to be like an endless stream of tortures.

PD is an engineer of pang, and had prepared an especially cold-blooded device tonight.
Two elevated pieces of wood were parallel, with sufficiently space betwixt to accomodate for the rather big sex-toy on the "Fuck Machine" as it is affectionately referred to.
The pieces of wood were slanted slightly, but not sufficiently for any real comfort, the heavy unmoving edges hurt my hips and wazoo and my position felt precarious with my arms fastened tightly behind my back. Although PD had bound a supporting rope, it offered adult baby consolation, I needed to lean back and hold very still to feel animal play all secure. An awful rubber hood was put on my head as well, it was intense and the edges were intense and dug into the soft skin of my face.
The machine was turned on and the sex tool started pumping. Although the angle had been adjusted for proper penetration, it wasn't lovely animal training all. All my aches and pains from my earlier trials were wearing on my body, and the discomforts of my position weren't helping.
Along comes PD with his magic wand and anything changes. My body is his instrument, and his tune changes from one of torment, to joy. As uncomfortable as anything was and after all that I'd gone throughout, I was surprised to discover how responsive I was. It wasn't lengthy in advance of I was begging for an agonorgasmos, and I exploded for what appeared to be like forever.

My final trial of the evening was a harrowing one. I had not ever taken a enormous hitting in advance of, but I had acquiesced to taking this tonight, to shove my boundaries and expand em.
Sir Barry came to the helm and after a worthy warmup that guy got to work. I tried to give in to the pang,to hold still and take the thrashing, to be brave and stalwart. It was heavy, and I had no restraints, I just had to take it. I held on for as lengthy as I could, the ache coursing throughout with every rod wank, tears rolling down my face.
Finally it was over and I felt like a child another time. I could barely speak, and even though the soreness was no longer there, I could not staunch my tears, or the shudders that racked my body.

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