When I decided to sleep a little I ordered my slave not to bother me for a while, but can you imagine this dirty guy appeared to be very brave when dared lift my dress and voyeur under my skirt! I opened my eyes and awarded the shit slave with the strongest kick of my cute feet! You wanted to see my nudity, donkey? No problem! I quickly got naked and facesat that impudent mouth and eyes making the boy smother from that smelly pussy of mine smothering against his nose and leaving no possibility to breathe! He will remember this lesson for long!
I was drinking a glass of beer and thinking about more ways of humiliating my blond slave when he himself crawled into the room like a real worm. A couple of kicks on his smooth soft skin and my mood got much better! Yeah! I know what I should do with this needless piece of grunting shit! I take my rope and tie his hands tightly near the cock. Uhhh, today I want to be extremely stalky and I saddle that crying face with my naked cunt smothering it against his mouth and beading asshole on nose so that it pounded inside at the same time jerking off his fucking rod! Pleasure and pain are united!
Goddess Kyaa has them cuff each others hands behind their backs and proceeds to tether them together using clover clamps on their tits and a piece of twine between them that hosts a singular hook. Their goal is to move as many weights as they can in 3 minutes, from the floor to the box of pebbles using only the hook. It proves to be harder than they both expected. After failing miserably, Goddess Kyaa has no other option but to punish them for being such losers. She obviously enjoyed herself though as I think you will too.
This dynamic Master and slave are a completely unconventional and unique vision as they display an age old way of life…both fascinating and down right sexy to see. Here at Sensual Pain, we like to document the real life stories behind the faces that deliver all of the debaucherous pleasures one could hope for.
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.
