Gal Ritchie is back on Kink hoping to have The Pope mark her up and really push her limits. For starters Gal is bound face-down on a padded sawhorse leaving her ass totally exposed for The Pope to explore. Wasting no time, The Pope works on Gal’s back and ass with the flogger, and then the crop. The Pope kneads Gal’s skin and then works on it with a crop and flogger combo. After working over her ass some more, The Pope changes speed and applies clothespins to Gal’s back and then spanks her ass, and hits her with the rubber baton. He moves to the ribbed baton and then more flogging, all of which Gal takes in stride, impressing The Pope enough to reward her with the Hitachi. Next up Gal gets suspended, her pussy resting on a wooden wedge with her arms bound behind her back. The Pope works on her with a leather covered hammer and then moves on to the two-strap whip on her ass, thighs, and the tips of her tits. Once again impressed with Gal’s pain tolerance, The Pope gets Fluffy and whips her stomach and ass. The Pope pushes Gal’s pain limits and puts mousetraps on her nipples. He uses the crop on her tits before rewarding her again with the Hitachi. The Pope pulls off the mousetraps and stretches Gal’s nipples with the cane. Finally Gal is bound face-up on a wooden table so The Pope can inspect the marks he’s given her so far. The Pope gets more clothespins and runs two rows up either side of Gal’s torso makes her wait for the vibrator. The Pope finally relents and lets Gal cum as he rips off the clothespins.
Watching how sexy Abby was squirming in her ropes it would be a wonder if she was ever let free. She was quite convinced that she could get free and gave it her all. Not surprisingly, however, the rope held just fine. Still, a solid effort should be rewarded and for Abby that meant a little time with a magic wand. Slowly she built up to a massive climax; the ropes still taught from pulling. Moments before orgasm the vibe is turned off, leaving Abby angry and very unsatisfied. She'll have to figure a way out of the ropes if she really wants that coveted orgasm.
Between her catsuit and makeshift chastity belt, Tiffany was, frankly, a horny mess. Her harness gag kept her protest to a low, mumbled roar. With the use of a single belt she was soon uncomfortably on her knees with her elbows pulled behind her, tethered around a handrail as if she was a decoration. Worse, with her elbows pulled behind her, any hope of her hands making the experience more pleasurable went out the window. More belts soon followed as she watched her world become more and more immobilized.
From the moment I cuffed Johannie's wrists, she wasn't happy about it. By the time I finished adding some chains, she really wasn't pleased. A ballgag helps, but sometimes pretty girls just need some time alone to adjust to their situation. Luckily for her, my cage has plenty of space for her to vent her frustrations while not wandering too far. Cuffed and chained hand and foot, the cage's calming effects didn't take long. Despite her efforts even just to escape her bonds, let alone the cage Johannie was just where I left her some time later. Only now, she was far more docile.
Before the final zipties were pulled tight, the look in Madeline's eyes expressed that she wanted out. Until this moment, any bondage she'd been in had allowed her at least some movement. Now, from her ballet boots to her head her whole body was rigid. Scary as it was, Madeline was determined to soldier on. It didn't help her situation at all when more zipties were added over her eyes and around her neck. The magic wand made short work of any remaining anxiety she felt about her strict position.
If she were tied up, she might at least have a chance to wiggle the ropes free. Instead, she is bolted down to a wood table which makes her feel like a doll waiting to be unwrapped and played played with. The metal holding her was just too unforgiving no matter how hard Hannah tried. If that were not bad enough, the provocative position she was bound in was the icing on the cake. Between her legs,only a simple zipper was keeping someone from having their fun.
Trying to negotiate while your arms are bound and your elbows are touching never goes well, as Merula found out. Her attempts were cut short with a large red ballgag in any case. Just to be sure she didn't go anywhere I pulled her arms up high into s strappado leaving her teetering in her high heels. As much as she hates her arms being ulled high, it was the only thing keeping her from toppling over. Merula was caught in a battle between trying to get free and losing her balance or staying still in order to save her arms. Quite a predicament indeed.