Anikka Albrite is sex on a stick. Blonde, beautiful and very very good at the fucking. She is among the best sexual athletes out there today. Which is exactly the sort of person we like to have grace the stage. Anikka is one of the few people that can deep throat a 10 inch BBC to the base. Lucky for her, we have a BBC available today that is ready to reshape her throat.
Lashed down with leather belts onto a custom made wooden bondage device, both of ends of Anikka are completely, deliciously exposed and vulnerable. She is going nowhere fast. It is time to introduce Anikka to her new world. She is now reduced to a bag of holes for our use. We get to work. Anikka is drilled down without mercy. It is a furious onslaught of cock. Without mercy, without ever letting up, without ever giving her a chance to get on top of it. She is about to fully grasping the meaning of the phrase of deconstructed by dick.
The cocks sheath themselves balls deep from both ends and attempt to shake hands in the middle. Anikka gamely gives it her best. All 10 inches of BBC disappear down her facepussy, owning her throat hole. Long after most girls would be sputtering and begging for mercy, Anikka hangs in there. This only inspires us to pick up the pace.
Time is on our side. We slowly start to wear this athlete down. The dick will always win out in the end. You can see as her eyes glaze over and she slides off into sexual subspace. Her body goes limp in her bonds. She takes the cock as we ragdoll fuck her brains out. Anikka is a drooling, undone mess, makeup gone, hair destroyed. She wears the look well. What a good girl this one is.
This patient, Elise Graves, is particularly troubled. She needs some of the most intense bondage therapy I have ever given. Elise is a sex addict, a nymphomaniac. Her life is constant stream of new partners and an ever increasing desire for more intense sexual experiences. They only way to keep her sane is to provide her with the perfect encounter. I will need to push her far enough that she doesn't consider this entire treatment a tease, but I can't risk giving her too much or it will just trigger her to look for another level of rough play.
What I don't anticipate is how much I will enjoy our time together. The way she moves under my flogger and whip, the little moans and screams that come out of her, everything about her fills me with a desire to take things further. It isn't long before I have abandoned the idea of rehabilitating her. I've untied her from the chair I used to wheel her in and rebound her in a position more conducive to our new purpose. I'm no longer worried about taking things too far, there's no such thing. I ram 10 inches of cock down her throat and I know the truth: she is going to need a lot more therapy.
The faceless men are interrogating her now. They ask her a barrage of questions about herself, then about trivia, and every time her answer is wrong they pump thousands of volts through her poor pussy.
She's learning so much, looking over all of the tools of the trade. She has so many questions about each one of them. What are they for? How do they feel?
She is wearing a tank top, jeans, and sneakers sitting at her desk. Her tank top is pulled up and she has her wrists, elbows, and ankles tied with rope. She is hogtied tight, her hair is tied and pulled back, the rope wrapped around her mouth, gagging her, and her eyes, blindfolding her, and pulling her head back. She struggles on the floor and is able to get the rope out of her mouth.
Kristina is determined to play coy and mysterious. She refuses to openly admit her bondage fantasies and how much she secretly enjoys it. On the floor, gagged and bound in a brutally simple hogtie, exposed and vulnerable, her body gives her away. She gets soaking wet as she strains against the ropes pulling her head back by the neck and hair. Later, secured in a severe kneeling slave position, she is helpless to stop herself from orgasming over and over from the mix of pleasure and pain she experiences. The lips on her face may have lied but the ones between her legs told the truth.