AJ Applegate is the perfect package. Blonde, toned and very very good at sucking dick. Just how we like them around here. Today we are going to going to put her throat training to the test. She has been out there sucking every dick in town, does she have what it takes to hang with us? This is the major leagues.
Using a custom made wooden bondage device that binds her arms into a modified strappado and shackles her wrists down, AJ is starting to realize just how helpless she truly is. A leather blindfold reinforces the feeling. She can not see, she can not anticipate, all she can do is feel. In this case, feel the hard dick that walks up and owns her throat hole. The drool and deep back of the throat spit starts to flow out almost immediately, coating her perfect perky tits. Her rock hard nipples show just how much she likes being used like a piece of meat.
Ripping off the blindfold so that we can have those big blue eyes look up at us while we plow her mouth, we continue the pace. We seek total destruction. AJ will be unraveled by dick. Her bondage keeps her firmly in place, on her knees where she belongs. That dazed look in those eyes shows it is working. Bondage and dick are the magic combination to take sluts to their happy place of sexual subspace.
Picking up the speed, we fully unleash. it is a tooth rattling facepounding, and her eyes rattle like a pinball machine on full tilt. Her makeup and hair are destroyed, her face coated with her own juices. It is throat training as only we can deliver. AJ is blasted into orbit via dick. Throwing a vibrator on her just seals the deal. She cums, over and over, her sensitive pussy unable to escape. By the time we are done, she no longer remembers her own name...
There are not any neighbors for miles, so I leave her ungagged for now. I give her some slack at first as well. I plan on taking my time over the next hour or so with her. I start by manhandling and groping her. Utilizing a few pulleys, I pull her wrists up tight. She's basically on her tippy toes now. I grope and smack her ass once again. I ballgag her and then I cut away her flimsy blouse. I have an old rake handy and some baling twine. Download and enjoy!
Genres: Corporal Punishment, Abandonment, Anchor Shackles, Ankle Tie, Ankles tied to Wrists, Ass Caning, Ass Play
The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering. The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
No day is complete without admiring a piece of beautiful art and that’s exactly what Shadrack had in mind, as he hoisted Violet up on the wall. Every piece of art should be touched, stroked and tasted. Maybe even adjusted to hang straight. Ultimately, we want to derive pleasure from our artwork and nothing gives Master more pleasure then seeing his work scream in rapture.