Release Year: 2022
Genres: POWER EXCHANGE, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Submission, Domination

The sky is pitch dark when I discharge up in daybed. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening discloses anything for a brief pont of time. And then all is darksome once more.
I watch a abode in a tiny city I don't recognize. A guy in darksome grinning evilly as this chab throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothing off. My ally Tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is no thing I can do to aid her. I can't even assist myself.
I watch myself alone, strapped down to a card table, trembling in dismay. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next castigation will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when that guy nears. My skin is hungry to feel it is burn. He touches it down to my love muffins. Softly animal training 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this guy drags it lazily down across my abdomen and crams it firmly into my clitoris. I groan and shriek in .
I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am no thing but a lifeless, oozy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn.
Then there's a cabin surrounded by woods and that same stud with that same grin. He disrobes us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that guy looks back to smirk animalism our stupid waddling walk. The intense, splintery sextoy poked unfathomable into my snatch pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled moans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves.
I remember trees. Two of em, facing every other. And we are fastened to em, to share our torture. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see Tyler writhe below the ropes, rubbing her tender skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch untill wobblers and haunches are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal training the sound of every wank and glance down animal training my own sensitive milk shakes, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficiently.
The final thing I recall: that guy is grumbling and tossing me into a gap. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think this chab told. He covers me in foul packed tightly up to my neck. He brings Tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, this guy unzips his panties and relieves himself, spraying pee all over the one and the other of us. Then this guy walks away, abandoning us.
I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piddle of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal training home. And there is no guy in darksome. Because it was all just a fantasy. Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 33:01
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps

File size: 1.2 GB