My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable ass hook he seems to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness. Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I finally inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy -- my body tingles and trembles.
Beyond her stage name and professional work, reliable public information about her personal identity or background is limited, so details such as her real name, age, etc. are not available.
She has appeared in a range of filmed projects, including shibari, role-play, bondage and commissioned fetish content, and has been credited repeatedly by Bondage Filming Studio. Her public professional persona is centered on sensual, artistic and performance-oriented BDSM content.
Cherie isn't exactly cooperating, but Holly shall not be deterred and before she knows it, Cherie finds herself collared and gagged. Her clothing is stripped away revealing her beautiful body, of which Holly is about to partake...Cherie screams when her nipples are clamped, however this will only be the beginning. She's about to learn that her beautful Mistress is hell bent on putting her through the paces...With nipples weighted and pussy lips clamped, Cherie feels the crop against her bare backside. With her introduction to pain now complete, she finds herself restrained to the bench where she is now at the total mercy of Holly...Her muffled whimpers soon turn to shrieks when Holly straps on the dong and buries it to the hilt.. Cherie's been run through the wringer by now. Imagine her despair as she is bent and bound, with a rude greeting from Holly's whip. Her only comfort must come from the fact that Holly is surely finished fucking her pussy....Think again...Holly buries it deep and hard before reaching for the violet wand. Shocking indeed, as Cherie soon learns, her screams careening off the Dungeon walls. The magic wand is brandished next and Holly brutally vibes Ms. Deville into multi-orgasmic oblivion...After all this, Holly surely won't be denied. After Cherie is suspended, ankles up from the rafters, Holly unveils her glorious breasts and pussy. As TENS pads pulse against Cherie's flesh, her face is buried in Holly's cunt. One fucking hot finale to say the least...
She wears the same ensemble for a tall-stool-tie that brings with it two sets of nipple clamps attached up to her ballgag! Now she's bound on a chair, dressed in only red lingerie and heels..
Veruca James I've been looking forward to playing with you. I knew you'd be fun for me. You have clearly found yourself seduced by bondage. If I know anything in life, I know when someone has become captivated by bondage. I also see your eagerness to please. You can be quite motivated. I like that. That means we get to do whatever it is that I want to do, knowing that you will hungrily come along for nearly any ride. On this day, we explored some contrasts. Filthy dirty piss box, squeaky clean latex contoured hood. Letting go and releasing the clogged garbage from within, holding in and onto each lusted-after sip of fresh air. Humility in laying bare one's most intimate expressions, fear of trusting your breath with another. It is easy to give to someone like you. You take whatever it is that is coming your way. You take it all on. I can appreciate that.
Sometimes in Hell! we just have to persuade a bitch to keep her Fucking mouth shut. Often we want their mouths open, for example when we need a uriNal, or there is something that a tongue needs to clean, you get the idea. But other times you just have to make it clear, it is time to shut your Fucking mouth. Thenthere is Cupcake SinClair. Generally her mouth is pretty useful, for all sorts of things with her pouty lips and split tougue. But today, “gimp” Cupcake needs to shut the Fuck up, and to really make sure that happens, surgical needles through her whore lips and then tied off with twine– just the trick to keep this piece of meat nice and quiet (except for the crying and moaning and snorting to answer questions). Of course, there is the blood, leaking out of the holes in the bitch’s face, but that is a small price to pay for a quiet piece of meat, dressed in latex, on display and (mostly) silent.