Ariel X, Bdsm, Bondage, Cattle Prod, Collar, Devicebondage, Handler, Humiliation, Metal Bondage |
OxygenSince her shoot, Ariel X managed to locate a buddy who beats up her during sex. She is rather happy and she smiles when she talks about it.When I buckle a leather control collar round her throat she begins to fidget and spin her mind. She is getting nervous and I enjoy it. From the time I finish down her and sliding the gas mask into position, her breath is thick and fear is building.I lay down in my belly as I approach together with the cattle prod set on high. With the mask , she can’t see where I’m going to strike. The consequences come from nowhere and the searing pain that is unexpected gets her jump and gasp for air simply to find there’s not any to be had with my hands pressing off the intake hose off. All they can do is pull the mask tighter against her face, although her lungs are burning desperately operating in vain. Her neck lumps like a sausage trapped in the leather collar. Fear is within her eyes today and sweat begins to bead on her skin.I maintain shocking her and sealing off her air. I look down in her wide eyes through the holes at the mask and for a moment I imagine I’m not likely to let go, till she goes quiet, I’m likely to allow her gasp and flop like a fish in the sand. She stares back at me through the glass and for a split second I am sure she can tell what I’m thinking.I take my hand off the hose and shock her again at the most sensitive place within reach. She thrashes around on the ground, her chest heaving with the labour of sucking in air.Another moment to enjoy her helplessness, after which I bury a vibrator inside her cunt and strap it . The screams of pain from the prod turn into moans. As she builds up to climax, her shallow breaths become ragged and deep. She thrashes around again and again although now her saying is more still relaxed and the terrified look is gone, her eyes glazed over and away. |
