Genres: POWER PLAY, Torture, Whipping, Caning, Spanking, Punishment
Video language: English

The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a fantasy. Season stinging, drawing blood. Sophie Lynx hands, Sophie Lynx scones, trapped in stiff metal. Sophie Lynx movements secured with hooks buried unfathomable inside Sophie Lynx body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with each step the hooks pull with cruelty inside Sophie Lynx wazoo and Sophie Lynx bawdy cleft. When I am given away it is merely to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; anew I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from Season, nibbling Sophie Lynx open body. Sophie Lynx head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over Sophie Lynx face, crawling into Sophie Lynx nose, squirming it is slippery flesh over Sophie Lynx tongue and Sophie Lynx lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of Sophie Lynx soreness; that guy called it the mala mansio. In the box, this mind is a shell. Where is Sophie Lynx 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 belted into this place. I am held here like a moon in infirm orbit. Sophie Lynx voice echoes so strangely from those aggressive corners. Every pont of time Sophie Lynx panic threatens to overtake and drown me. He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges throughout Sophie Lynx exposed body. Some booming metal doom. And now- the moving photos? The magnificence I was drenched in? Sophie Lynx eyes are open but there is solely darkness. The warped fantasies start: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit. They trample over Sophie Lynx terror; leave me restless, electric. This cutie in the box- slippery and palpitating: can it be? I envy the pont of time of Sophie Lynx recognition, some towering bliss. Rusty walls tremble upon me. Sophie Lynx fingers reek brute terror. Hell is so petite. 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 screech: Sophie Lynx own? This haze somehow soothing- the steel 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: 24:54
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 4141kbps
Audio: 190kbps

File size: 791.6 MB