Release Year: 2022

Dressed in a conservative knee length petticoat, matching dom, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, whilst talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only animalism 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 strangling! 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 rough vigour swap and I was the object of suffering! Cold scissor blades slitting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling feeble and longing to be . The one leg semi suspension opened my muff 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 also raw 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 that guy decided to training the shocks. He was taking me over the edge. The foot torment device I was locked into was excellent. 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- solely coz I do not know what to wait. The beating on my underarms was one more sensation I have not at any time felt. It was very painful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had completely no dominate. I could not move my feet animal training all. I was absolutely 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 ever 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 pleasing 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 sole whipping, Mr. Pogo, bound toes, and breath punishment. Wet fantasy after moist fantasy. PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will not at any time forget.

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