Yx, looking just like an innocent school girl, stands immobilized by rope tied tight around her neck on the stage.
A sexy white midriff top and short plaid skirt gives this scene a little bit of an edge. Her school girl look and wild eyes give away her feelings of fear at the beginning of her live feed.
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Statuesque and supple are his dolls – so lifelike, almost real. And together, as a set, they enhance each other’s beauty. Bound, tormented, and rubberized, mila and yx share a shoot filled with pain and pleasure.
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Face covered with a rubber mask, wrists and ankles restrained in cuffs, yx struggles to wriggle her way out of a wooden doghouse. Rubberized in panties, stockings, and a tightly cinched corset, she is lifted up onto her tiptoes, legs wobbling as she balances precariously on a pair of toe boots. A dildo is shoved between wide-spread legs while a vibrator stimulates her hard, swollen clit.
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When my flight landed today, my stomach was very unsettled. Unsettled because I don t like flying, yes; however, the butterflies I had due to my anxiousness worsened my state. I had no idea what to expect. Well, the experiences of the day went beyond my wildest imagination.
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She hangs by her ankles in a dark room. A faint light illuminates her body, naked, ethereal. Her sounds, high-pitched cries and squeals muffled by the gag, echo in the darkness. The rope that pinions her arms behind her also draws back her shoulders, pushing her breasts outward. Dim shapes of the surrounding chamber compose the frame, her shape centered, as though hanging meat can be a thing made divine.
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YX starts as a fully bridled pony. She strikes a stunning pose in a cupless black corset, thick leather collar, clamps on each nipple attached with chain, and her head bridled with bit in mouth. She wears pony boots that bring her up on her toes. Her hands are in black leather mitts, the fingertip rings attached to the back of her collar then pulled forward to the front of her chest. Her elbows are strapped behind her back so that her arms are taut, thrusting her breasts forward. A pony tail, attached to a butt plug, hangs from her ass. Bells dangle from her crotch strap, jingling as she shuffles, much as tethered horses shuffle in place. She is tethered with chain to the arm of a post. The arm moves in a circle, somewhat like a lunge rope used to train and exercise horses.
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Her nose itched. Her hair, tangled and matted from how she fought so hard, had fallen across her face. The shackles, heavy and small for her wrists, bruised and pinched her skin each time the lorry hit another pothole. On purpose, she thought. The goddamn driver was getting off listening to them all, some crying, others senseless. Just screaming.
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My training was not just an experience that helped me become a better Insex submissive, it was a way to explore myself and sort out what it is that draws me to bdsm. I was one of those who knew that an interest in bdsm was probably a part of me, yet I hadn’t been fortunate enough to experience it. By coming to Insex, I was able to determine what exactly it is about bdsm that excites me, both physically and mentally.
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