Infernalrestraints.com – Peared Pus Kendra James 2007 BDSM

Shackled to a metal bed, her thick metal cage digs into her ideal chin. Her pretty pastel panties, scalloped in the border, are glimpsed in the shadows between her buttocks. And since he tickles and canes her, two torments concurrently, it is clear. The primacy of Her in his mind. A fucking machine is raised into place. Embedded in metal and machine, she comes. Is it his bliss that drives him to such intense ways? Unbridled want? Desperation? Or does he so fear this creature, that he keeps her clasped in metal that cannot want, can’t feel, can’t love, cannot lose?She’s locked from the fiddle that’s chained to a metal ankle spreader. Metal gag against her soft lips. She is dismayed with metal, but still, she is powerful, do not you think? Because she is lovely. You can’t quit thinking about her nipples, her breasts, her ass, her odor. Even from where you sit viewing her in your display, you smell her, so don’t you? He flogs her. He controls everything. He controls nothing.The Pear slips inside her. He also then turns the key to lock it in place. It is a work of art, so the Pear. A intricate mechanism. Like her. Maybe that’s what he thinks. That it is as simple as a twist of the main, regaining her power within him. So he practices the sensual artwork of self-deception. The Pear goes , filling her cunt that empty space, that vacuum, that everything and nothing set where even the leaders stumble. The handle of this Pear is flipped. Whose hand turns that the key? Whose desire? Whose despair? The Pear is pumped. Clamps bite to her nipples. And her body spasms in pleasure. She comes. Her fingers bend, as if beckoning.The Animal rises.