Release Year: 2022
Studio: InfernalRestraints

Betty made the call; that babe wanted to come back. It was a great coincidence. We were working on designing and fabricating metal restraints. We had several pieces willing to go and Betty will be the guinea pig to try one out. Two inch by one quarter inch iron thong was fashioned into a fiddle. Then a leg spreader was designed to lock on to the ankles. We made sure there was an attachment point in the centre of the leg spreader. Now that babe is flipped around like a frog by attaching the fiddle to the spreader. In order to fuel the anticipation and tease, her pants stayed on for now. Her bum cheeks are nicely soiled by wiggling around on the messy garage floor. This will be a worthy contrast to the red welts that the rod can paint. She was just threatened with the rod. Betty is a very temperamental beauty. Tears rolled out of her eyes animalism the mere web site of the magic wand. We merely had to tease her with it. The watery flow of ice melting beneath the soles of her feet could not match the flow of punishment from her eyes. She needs to rest now — let’s put her in the cathedra. While Betty catches her breath we will apply the chicanery: butterfly pump gag, electrical tape, castration bands and suction tubes for her teats and love button; clamps to splay the innies. Finally the electrical charged probe squeezing the Grafenberg bulb. Ahhhh — the peal jam leaking from her vulva(1) is the icing on the cake.

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Release Year: 2022

A ally gave me his phone number weeks agone. "Call him. Just call him," this babe told. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the studs. Well, maybe a adult baby. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the pont of time. I just desire to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My ally shrugged. "Call him," that babe told once more. I was the youngest of 3 cuties. Growing up, I’d watched my and their chap allies. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, poked away, greater amount groping. I had fantasies, murky pics in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my lust. Like schlongs were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of weenies the final small in number years, large ones, miniature ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and knobs that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and dicks that wanted everything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in ottoman afterward with each one of these dongs (never studs, or males, just ramrods, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the darksome after they started snoring, and I wanted greater amount, less, no thing, anything. I wanted smth I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted and wanted, but I was afraid. "Call him," my ally told. It was the thought of lying in the black that stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was always worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the black. When I lastly made the call, this guy said me to come alone and to wear a petticoat and blouse. No underclothing. My hands shook. I hairless anything that night. Everything but my head. I pushed a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, bare. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my muff and muff, then touched my fingers to my throat, tasting myself. And I caressed my love muffins, watching, playing with my teats until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my backdoor, the fingers of the other in my wet crack. And all the whilst, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met in advance of. The 1st thing that guy did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other beauty was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck you?" this chab told, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re lucky." And this chab cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though this guy pitied me. "Don’t worry." He smiled then, but it made me shiver. "I’m solely going to hurt u a little." I wanted to say smth hawt. I wanted to make him desire me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned throughout the years, the way a angel takes training. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of enforcement. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled cuz this guy knew anything the pont of time this chab saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander one time he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were overspread with thongs, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night this guy circumcised my raiment off me. He handcuffed me to a metal bar. He locked a enormous metallic collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my love melons. Metal in my throat, my gazoo. Metal clamps pinching my nipps. And later, sextoy in my muff. He stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. He wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. He circumcised off my air. He made me come over and over. After that guy was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. He put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. "You’ll do anything I say. When I call, you’ll come immediately." I stared animal training the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I shivered, not from cold, but from smth else, smth fresh, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the black anymore. "Yes sir."

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