Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove
Dressed in a conservative knee length petticoat, matching dominant, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, during the time that talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only animal training times was I aware of the movement around me instead I was attempting to dominate the drool that was forming around the tightly cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness. When the clock struck 10 I melted animalism PD's initial touch. The 1st sensation of his hand was soft and gentle then in the matter of seconds I was breath control and erotic asphyxiation! Struggling with the circumcised off air I managed to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness intensive vigour swap and I was the object of torment! Cold scissor blades scarring off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling infirm and lust to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my snatch for the world to watch. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the tying was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any type of pang inflicted on or even near my vulva but I endured the flogging, surprising myself, but not out of whimpering, of course. I have a dream of being objectified and when PD told "Let's acquire some detail on this cunt" I knew I was right where I yearned to be. The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt throughout my body. It was much likewise intensive for me... I became so parched from the loud screams I uncontrollably given away I ended up begging PD for water which that guy just spit it in my face. How humiliating I could not take the suspense when this guy decided to discipline the shocks. He was taking me over the edge. The foot suffering device I was locked into was outstanding. PD bound every toe individually... which is yet some other one of my kinks. I have at no time experienced flames on my soles in advance of and that scared me quite a bit. If I have not ever tried smth I am hesitant to do it- merely coz I do not know what to await. The striking on my underarms was some other sensation I have not ever felt. It was very painful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had totally no drill. I could not move my feet animal training all. I was totally vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One pont of time screaming as loud as my vocal cords allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with actual rod marks on my soles which I not at any time thought was possible considering how tough the skin is. Tied to the chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as this chab controlled the catheter of ravishing oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being poked up my nostrils. Every one of those elements helped in my reaching agonorgasmos... 3 in a row no less. I left that night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning whilst dreaming of foot striking, Mr. Pogo, bound toes, and breath enforcement. Wet fantasy after moist fantasy. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will not at any time forget.
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