Release Year: 2013

Studio: Insex Archives

Genres: restraint bondage power play pain heavy pd enema 912 insexarchives

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I woke up sore and aching. My entire body was a conductor for torture. I reflected on the events of final night.
It had started out as pleasure truly. My school angel clothing put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my body and trying to receive out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, laughing animalism 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 animalism 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 acquire out of PD's ropes earlier, I was getting actually tired indeed fast. I tried to sit back on my feet to relieve my knees, this position put a lot of strain on my haunches, 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,this chab loosened the rope on my neck, solely 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 at no time experienced it myself. I was terrified. Soon my phobia deepened, I started to feel as if the belts 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 particular scene. He folded one more 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 indeed 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 fine 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 training all. Blind phobia 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 code. 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 hog tie. 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 really 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 love melons hung off. I had some other 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 poked 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 nipp. The pang on my back and my sheer horror were so intensive that I hardly reacted to the ache in my teats.
Finally after one clothespeg had fallen beneath 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 fastened it to my hair. Then that guy 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, undressed body. He toyed with me, running it along lightly and then letting the harsher zaps receive to my nipps and genitals.
Soon that guy tired of those games, and led me to one more in what appeared to be like an endless stream of tortures.

PD is an engineer of pang, and had prepared an especially merciless device tonight.
Two elevated pieces of wood were parallel, with sufficiently space betwixt to accomodate for the rather big sex tool 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 intense unmoving edges hurt my haunches and wazoo and my position felt precarious with my arms fastened tightly behind my back. Although PD had fastened a supporting rope, it offered adult baby consolation, I needed to lean back and hold very still to feel animalism all secure. An awful rubber hood was put on my head as well, it was hard and the edges were heavy 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 sweet 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 pang, to enjoyment. 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 big o, and I exploded for what appeared to be like forever.

My final trial of the evening was a harrowing one. I had at no time taken a enormous thrashing in advance of, but I had assented to taking this tonight, to shove my rules and expand em.
Sir Barry came to the helm and after a precious warmup this chab got to work. I tried to give in to the torture,to hold still and take the striking, to be brave and stalwart. It was raw, and I had no restraints, I just had to take it. I held on for as lengthy as I could, the torture coursing throughout with every rod jerk off, tears rolling down my face.
Finally it was over and I felt like a child once more. I could barely speak, and even though the ache was no longer there, I could not staunch my tears, or the shudders that racked my body.

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