Added: October 9, 2018 | Category: Submission Shackled to a place, she wriggles around, looking in vain to correct herself into her uncomfortable crouching position. She likes to perform to the camera, causing her moves. When I call her on it, she admits as much. She states struggling is pleasure. I listen to her talk about herself, distracted; my head is on what I can do in order to make this harder for her. I need to create her battle for real. I tell her to remove her heels so she must crouch on the balls of her feet. Now she’s suffering. She quickly requests the vibrator. I can tell she’s used to maintain charge of her moments. She will not be in control today. I tell her the vibrator will wait. She can come when she works for it.The distress of Darling’s initial position is nothing compared to what is coming to her. I play with her flesh, readily reddening and welting its pallor. Eventually she’s been enough to earn an orgasm. She will have to beg for this and explain it before I let her have it though.Before she has a chance to recuperate, I strap her into a seat I constructed. It is designed to keep her thighs spread as far apart as humanly possible. She looks amazing in the gas mask I put on her face, and I enjoy hearing her struggle for every labored breath. I place the fucking machine between her thighs and listen to her muffled cries. I make her shout and I make her sing. I make her uncomfortable, mark her entire body, and make her dance for me personally. She does everything that I tell her to. She’s obedient because she is aching to come again today….her whole body begs for it. |
