She needs to rest now — let’s put her in the cathedra. While Betty catches her breath we will apply the chicanery: butterfly pump gag, electrical tape, castration bands and suction tubes for her nipples and clitoris; clamps to splay the innies. Finally the electrical charged speculum squeezing the Grafenberg bulb.
On behalf of GREENPISS, the three actiFists Lady Blackdiamoond, Missy van Licks and Carmen Rivera patrol the GERMAN FOREST as they do every day in search of environmental offenders. The first offence is not long in coming. A drunken English tourist, who stumbles through the bushes comes in front of their visor. They take up the pursuit and while he wants to relieve himself at an old German oak tree he is unceremoniously overpowered and stunned with the noble organic piss of Lady Blackdiamoond. Regaining consciousness, he quickly realizes that there are no excuses to justify his pollution of the environment by his mutt-like urination. He is at their mercy, because the three ladies are “armed” with all kinds of extra size rubber truncheons. Tied to the tree, he must now receive his anal punishment. His asshole is used and stuffed, stretched and humiliated as the protocols of GREENPISS demand.
In a brilliant appearance Contessa Cara accepts to educate her slave.It is not easy for him to come up to her mood. Simple mistakes arepunished immediately and merciless. Electro play on his nipples,hard and Slapss, strokes on his cock and kicks in his balls.But only pain is not enough for the rubber mistress, also mentaland verbal humiliating. Broken like this he has to lick the bootsof the mistress in a degradating position and later has to be trained
We made sure there was an attachment point in the middle of the leg spreader. Now she is flipped around like a frog by attaching the fiddle to the spreader. In order to fuel the anticipation and tease, her panties stayed on for now. Her bum cheeks are nicely soiled by wiggling around on the dirty garage floor. This will be a nice contrast to the red welts that the cane can paint.
It had started out as fun actually. My school girl clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my body and trying to get out of PD's ropes. PD stood in the corner, laughing at my foolhardy attempts and I grew ever more determined to work my way out. Every success was countered by PD with an adjustment, a larger knot, a rope around my neck pulled continuously higher. Still I kept trying at the ropes, pushing and working at the knots, giggling all the way. PD finally made me sit on my knees and pulled the rope taut. Now I had to struggle to deal with the pressure on my knees, which were quickly becoming sore. I hadn't realized how much energy I had expended in trying to get out of PD's ropes earlier, I was getting really tired really fast. I tried to sit back on my feet to relieve my knees, this position put a lot of strain on my thighs, and tightened the rope on my neck further,but I held on.
