Added: March 22, 2020 | Category: Bondage The world was black. I tried to feel with my palms and toes as I was dragged into the space. The utter silence in the leather has been deafening. I had no clue what to expect. I were defeated. I’d worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I used sexually for pleasure. With OT though I didn't know what could happen.The metal was cold against my skin. The pipe has been too low for me to stand but too high for me to kneel or sit. I can see my entire body being studied by him as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what devilish delights he might visit upon me.The apparatus is much more versatile than that I could have ever imagined. He raises your own body in whatever place he wants it to be presented by it and enhances it. It's so simple yet so cruel. I could flinch, when he approaches using the whip. I like the feeling in my skin, but the fracture gets me every time. His aim couldn't be any better since my nipples and clit are the first to receive his attention. My appreciation escapes my lips freely.The contortions I set me in are just intended to show my body for his amusement. The anguish he imparts to me is pure bliss. |
