Merula's expression said it all. When she was told I'd have her drooling for more, this was clearly not what she had in mind. She didn't have to like the situation, but she knew to keep her protests to a minimum. She could see the piles of chain nearby and realised that her situation could only get worse. Instead, Merula put her efforts towards trying to escape, the mitts on her hands keeping them tethered behind her with her fingers unable to help. In the end, all Merula managed to do was produce a large pool of drool under her gag. If she only knew how much bigger it would become before the night was over.
Her singular option is to sign the confession and face the charges placed before her. She's a tough nut to crack though, and an alternative means of coercion must be employed to push her hand. Exactly what will it take to break her? Our traitor has gotten herself into even deeper water...Her refusal to sign the confessional papers has put her interrogator in a slightly awkward position...Nothing as awkward as the state she will find herself in however...Shackled to the bars, the interrogation continues. Fucked from behind her refusal to budge becomes infuriating. Then, bound on the bed, she receives a brutal poking. Brought to a furious orgasm, the turncoat finally agrees to sign. Of course, being the conniving, treasonous tart that she is, this was her plan all along...
Her toes are tied up to keep her legs elevated. Her breast bound tight receive wax and uncomfortable suction cups. Her neck a nice tight rope. Claire coaxes an intense amount of orgasms out of our model where she begged for mercy to make the pleasure stop.
Merula was all too happy to revel in the warm hug of her straitjacket. She found the chastity belt interesting as well, until she learned the terms of her release. Unless she can escape the straitjacket, the belt is staying on for a week. Now seeing the jacket as a barrier to her future sexual release, her incentive to escape became quite clear. To no one's surprise, the heavy leather easily overpowers Merula's struggles, leaving her breathless. Drool eventually flows from her mouth as she tries to get herself free, or else it will be a long, long week.
The Girl's moans start intensifying now as well... especially when I pull and tie her elbows around the post, and even more when I add 3 heavy spring clamps to her tightly bound tits. Her moans turn to yelps and screams as I slap her bound and clamped tits with a thin wooden paddle. I am ready for a nap at this point, so I remove her gag and put the hood back on her like I originally found her. I tie it to the post as well. She begs very nicely for me to remove the clamps, so I do. I turn out the lights and leave her until I am ready to use her again. I think I'll use that open mouth gag on her again when I return.
Annie King debuts at Kink to explore new things and Vince Karter leads her to a multi-orgasmic bliss of pain & pleasure. Vince starts in on the bound Annie by putting his fingers down her throat, manhandling and sucking her tits, and fingering her pussy. He slaps her face and then fucks it. Vince gets rimmed and ups the kink by fucking her with his foot which he feeds to Annie and she gets a taste of her own juices. Vince uses a vibrator on Annie’s clit and holds it up to her cheek so he can feel the vibrations as he fucks her mouth and then experiences his own pain/pleasure as Annie bites his arm and his cock.
After a long day of tying Mesa up in a multitude of predicaments the place was a mess. Rope, zipties, cuffs, vibrators, you name it, they were strewn everywhere. It only seemed fitting that since Mesa was the reason for the mess, she should clean it up. Cuffed hand and foot, Mesa makes her way from room to room, cleaning up the mess from her bound adventures. The self-locking cage waits patiently for her return, to keep her safe until she's ready to play again tomorrow.