Added: September 14, 2018 | Category: Bondage Melody with her pale skin that was perfect is secured in a car’s trunk, her wrists and ankles cuffed. After the car stops, she is hauled out and hauled down a storm cellar. She disappears into darkness.Her wrists are bent behind a rod. She sinks to the floor, sitting on cold concrete. He manhandles her a bit, simply to let her know who’s boss. He kneels his crotch in her face, over her. Her vibrates till she comes. It is a means of owning everything her pleasure. He leaves her. She settles in for the night. Cold concrete flooring. Like part of a long past dream, her toenails are painted reddish. It is a nightmare. She wakes up lying in a puddle of her butt. He dumps a pile of grain onto the ground. She eats. He drops a pail of water near her mind. Then it’s time by inflating a dildo deep in her throat for a breathplay. He gets her come again, writhing and crying. From relief? From dread? When he leaves this time to her, she can’t lie , just sit and wait patiently. He wants her to come to his bed willingly. But she won’t. Metal shackles and series. A metal gag in her mouth. A stim locked within her. Move those stones on the market, ” he states. She clatters as she walks. He is wearing a jacket in the atmosphere. She is naked. She slogs through muck barefoot, slipping from stone limping. He then requests her to lie face down in the muck. What choice does she have? Of course it is humiliating. It would end if she agreed to sleep on his bed. There’s a point at. We have to suppose that she will.Of course. |
