Genres: Bdsm, Torture, Whipping, Caning, Spanking, Punishment
Video language: English
The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a fantasy. Adrianna Nicole stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my bumpers, trapped in rigid metal. My movements secured with hooks buried unfathomable inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with each step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my arse and my cunt. When I am given away it is merely to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; another time I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from Adrianna Nicole, nibbling my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming it is slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torture; that guy called it the mala mansio. In the box, this mind is a shell. Where is my torrent of fantasy? Here is the silence that follows the thunder and blood? I breathe in this space, four corners no light- four corners that bind me and I am thonged into this place. I am held here like a moon in infirm orbit. My voice echoes so strangely from those aggressive corners. Every pont of time my panic threatens to overtake and drown me. He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges throughout my undressed body. Some booming metal doom. And now- the moving photos? The brilliance I was drenched in? My eyes are open but there is solely darkness. The warped fantasies start: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit. They crush over my terror; leave me restless, electric. This gal in the box- slippery and pulsating: can it be? I envy the pont of time of my recognition, some towering bliss. Rusty walls tremble upon me. My fingers reek beast dismay. Hell is so diminutive. I lean over the precipice of some dangerous understanding. The red drums And roarings appear to be so far away; is anybody there? A voice rings hysterical- A shriek: my own? This haze somehow soothing- the iron womb. I float free from the Ropes and tangles, free from the traps of reason. Free of any will: but this I have chosen.
Format: mp4
Duration: 59:20
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 1935kbps
Audio: 122kbps
File size: 896.3 MB
