101s Test - InSex


Release Year: 2013

Studio: Insex Archives

Genres: tying power exchange pain hard pd enema 912 insexarchives

The cage was a serious and intensive experience for me. It is the 1st tying scenario I have done where I acquiesced to let PD come to a conclusion 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 amount like horror. You need to make it slow so u can forget. To slow down your mind is not that difficult animal training 1st. In the cage anything is slow: ache, time and how the concrete drifts and bows like it rests upon a warm, sea. Just don't look up and gaze likewise 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 phat metal come into me. I let my self fall throughout the incoming numbness. My gazoo, being the center of disgust, was the final to go. It was being stubborn and f0rced me to linger around a during the time that longer. My self was stuck in my a-hole 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 torture? Just the starting of cramps and bruises. Wake up now, ache is here. Since it's likewise much all animal training one time, take account of the repulstion in every body part systematically. Do it slow and do not think.

And please do not look animalism 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 expecting for an excuse to hang my head down towards my wet crack all day? You're moving around and around me, up my crotch, like I'm a circus freak. Don't look animal play me.

The 3rd hour is transcendence. I am f0rced to accept my soreness. 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 training me now, weeping. Crying for myself and my pang. I let go and the cage came animal play me fast on all sides. Sensory overload. Large tears slid down the cracks of my milk shakes and over the folds. I watched em trickle. This is not ache. It's a high pitched throb of a tuning fork. One unceasing body pulse methodically poking the tears out of my face.

Four hours equals dismay. I look down and watch a guy reclining just underneath the cage. He's like a fellow relaxing in the grass after a picnic, dilated animal play the clouds. His eyes are wide, his face blank and this chab is looking animal training me. I realize this guy has been staring animal play my tortured gazoo 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.

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101s Test - InSex

101s Test - InSex


101s Test - InSex

101s Test - InSex

101s Test - InSex


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101s Test - InSex


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