Release Year: 2001

Studio: Insex

Cast: 101

Genres: PAIN PLAY, Sexual Disgrace, Rope Bondage, Rough PAIN PLAY sex, humilation, spanking, electrostimulation, castigation

Video language: English

The cage was a serious and rough experience for me. It is the 1st tying scenario I have done where I assented to let PD make a decision when I have had sufficiently. Looking back, I doubt safety words would have helped my cause in any case. Yet, in my mind it made all the difference. Fear is the word I need to use. Fear growing into dread and dread greater quantity like phobia. You need to make it slow so u can forget. To slow down your mind is not that difficult animal play 1st. In the cage anything is slow: torment, time and how the concrete drifts and bows like it rests upon a warm, sea. Just don't look up and gaze also lengthy animal training the bars; try not to remember where u are.
One hour is a euphoric fun. A enormous swan-sway in a thick pool. Weight upon weight; I sensed the kewl metal go into me. I let my self fall throughout the incoming numbness. My gazoo, being the center of repulstion, was the final to go. It was being stubborn and f0rced me to linger around a whilst longer. My self was stuck in my booty during the time that swan-hood hovered just above. I wanted to shit it out.
Two hours and I start to acquire a smack. Is this ache? Just the starting of cramps and bruises. Wake up now, suffering is here. Since it's also much all animal training one time, take account of the disgust in every body part systematically. Do it slow and do not think. And please do not look animal training me. I won't engulf in my gut for u anymore. Do u think I'm admiring my grand, folds? That I've just been awaiting for an excuse to hang my head down towards my cunt all day? You're moving around and around me, up my crotch, like I'm a circus freak. Don't look animal training me. The 3rd hour is transcendence. I am f0rced to accept my ache. My flesh has nicely settled in to the nooks of the grainy, chipped bars. My flesh rips off these bars in a cold heat. And so sluggishly does the moistening flesh slip towards the ground. Slow sufficiently to proceed the bruising process.

Don't look animal play me now, weeping. Crying for myself and my pang. I let go and the cage came animal training me fast on all sides. Sensory overload. Large tears slid down the cracks of my milk sacks and over the folds. I watched em trickle. This is not torture. It's a high pitched throb of a tuning fork. One unceasing body pulse methodically shoving the tears out of my face.

Four hours equals phobia. I look down and watch a guy reclining just below the cage. He's like a fellow relaxing in the grass after a picnic, dilation animal play the clouds. His eyes are wide, his face blank and that guy is looking animal training me. I realize this guy has been staring animal play my tortured wazoo shift about for some time. He has been listening to my pathetic babbling and sobbing and this guy has done no thing. Now is when I cannot go further. Every part of me rejects his stare and I entreat to be let out.

Format: real

Duration: 52:45

Video: 320x240, RV30

Audio: 43kbps

File size: 85.8 MB

Insex - 101s Test