Bruised gina
Gina was sent to Marc’s facilities for an office tool course. Little she knew that in fact her Master wanted her to be trained to improve her pain resistance.
You are here, gina, half kneeling, neck and wrists on each side of your head encircled with heavy iron at a shelf in the warehouse. No cry, you know from now that resistance is futile. The belts around tight and ankles are tightened. I lift your skirt, revealing your so white tights and tummy, then cut your skirt, leaving only the little white thong to cover your private parts. Blouse is riped, I cut the brassiere straps. Your tender breasts and shoulders are revealed, and the shredded blouse falling on your arms enhance your vulnerability. I shove a large rag in your helpless mouth, sealed with duct tape around your head. Moanings and pleading eyes are the only expressions of this captive girl…
Taping of each ample breast with large duct tape make this girl’s udders bulge so nicely; offered and defenceless, your breasts are ready to endure some treatments. Blouse is finally cut and put away. Your whimpers during caning are a sexy music. Your attemps to dodge the cane are a so sweet dance, as bruises start to take place on your constricted tits. Use of vacuum devices makes your nipples puffy, and keeps you deliciously whining during the application and removal of the clamps; so nicely drops of colostrum was sucked out of your udders due to the vacuum. Finally, your breasts are adorned with Japanese clamps; the chain linking the clamps is ****ted to the large metal collar encircling your gracile neck, lifting these pinched nipples and increasing tension of your tits.
You are then bent on a rack, legs spread and fixed, arms on each side and behind you. Your hair is attached to the frame so you can’t stand. You suffer a constant loss of balance. You try to ease your position, and the large and heavy chain put around your neck is driving your breast to touch the small narrow plank under your torso, and tension on your hair force mildly your head straight back. I cut the last protection of your private parts, and your bald sex can be seen from behind you between your tights. Then start the caning; you are told to prepare for each hit, and each cane hit is harder the the previous one, making this slavegirl scream and jump despite she’s prepared for the hit. You accept your fate, and learn to beg for more hits on your bruised ass. You have an innocent and cute pleasant reaction learning your ass did break one cane, and you red ass is sore of the session.
I put you in place for the following step of your training session. Leaning on a type of bench, frogtied, legs spread, arms around a low and large beam, wrists connected to the legs chains, keeping you leaning backwards and low, leaving your breast presented and fully offered, as is your bald cunt. Your eyes are pleading and interrogating behind the straps of your harness gag. Flogging of your exposed breast is keeping you whining.
Pegs are put on each of your outer lips. You stay some interrogative and showing strange feelings the time I fix the strings on each peg to finally reveal your bald sex gaping and inviting. Gentle patting with my cane is surprising you. I stroke your so pink pussy with the dildo, and slide it slowly in and out your love tunnel. You moan more and reach so nicely an intense and loud orgasm keeping your whole body shaking in the chains during exquisite minuts. I remove the pegs and add a heavy chain around your waist, between your lips still sore with the peg marks, and connect it high in front. It keeps your hips high, and because of your arms around the bar, strain all your body position, exposing even more your breast and body covered with your saliva down to your pussy. To avoid the chain to dig in between your lips, you need to lift your pelvis, and keep that straining and demanding position. I leave you like this without good night kiss for a sweet, intense and moaning night. This should make this slavegirl understand she better do as she’s told.
You are here, gina, half kneeling, neck and wrists on each side of your head encircled with heavy iron at a shelf in the warehouse. No cry, you know from now that resistance is futile. The belts around tight and ankles are tightened. I lift your skirt, revealing your so white tights and tummy, then cut your skirt, leaving only the little white thong to cover your private parts. Blouse is riped, I cut the brassiere straps. Your tender breasts and shoulders are revealed, and the shredded blouse falling on your arms enhance your vulnerability. I shove a large rag in your helpless mouth, sealed with duct tape around your head. Moanings and pleading eyes are the only expressions of this captive girl…
Taping of each ample breast with large duct tape make this girl’s udders bulge so nicely; offered and defenceless, your breasts are ready to endure some treatments. Blouse is finally cut and put away. Your whimpers during caning are a sexy music. Your attemps to dodge the cane are a so sweet dance, as bruises start to take place on your constricted tits. Use of vacuum devices makes your nipples puffy, and keeps you deliciously whining during the application and removal of the clamps; so nicely drops of colostrum was sucked out of your udders due to the vacuum. Finally, your breasts are adorned with Japanese clamps; the chain linking the clamps is ****ted to the large metal collar encircling your gracile neck, lifting these pinched nipples and increasing tension of your tits.
You are then bent on a rack, legs spread and fixed, arms on each side and behind you. Your hair is attached to the frame so you can’t stand. You suffer a constant loss of balance. You try to ease your position, and the large and heavy chain put around your neck is driving your breast to touch the small narrow plank under your torso, and tension on your hair force mildly your head straight back. I cut the last protection of your private parts, and your bald sex can be seen from behind you between your tights. Then start the caning; you are told to prepare for each hit, and each cane hit is harder the the previous one, making this slavegirl scream and jump despite she’s prepared for the hit. You accept your fate, and learn to beg for more hits on your bruised ass. You have an innocent and cute pleasant reaction learning your ass did break one cane, and you red ass is sore of the session.
I put you in place for the following step of your training session. Leaning on a type of bench, frogtied, legs spread, arms around a low and large beam, wrists connected to the legs chains, keeping you leaning backwards and low, leaving your breast presented and fully offered, as is your bald cunt. Your eyes are pleading and interrogating behind the straps of your harness gag. Flogging of your exposed breast is keeping you whining.
Pegs are put on each of your outer lips. You stay some interrogative and showing strange feelings the time I fix the strings on each peg to finally reveal your bald sex gaping and inviting. Gentle patting with my cane is surprising you. I stroke your so pink pussy with the dildo, and slide it slowly in and out your love tunnel. You moan more and reach so nicely an intense and loud orgasm keeping your whole body shaking in the chains during exquisite minuts. I remove the pegs and add a heavy chain around your waist, between your lips still sore with the peg marks, and connect it high in front. It keeps your hips high, and because of your arms around the bar, strain all your body position, exposing even more your breast and body covered with your saliva down to your pussy. To avoid the chain to dig in between your lips, you need to lift your pelvis, and keep that straining and demanding position. I leave you like this without good night kiss for a sweet, intense and moaning night. This should make this slavegirl understand she better do as she’s told.
4年前
