Little Miss Chaos returns to ShadowSlaves with a view to an emotionally charged exploration of submission. She has been with us because long enough now to know that there is no point in hoping concerning mercy, or trying to resist her fate. As she is blindfolded by bandages and plasters she withdraws into an internal world of holy obedience and suffering. You could be forgiven for thinking she is apprehension the whole experience in her stride, as she accept an commencing beating and tight breast bondage in stoic silence, but as clothspins defraud into her breasts and tender cunt, and leather straps and floggers levigate her flesh, her very real suffering becomes apparent, through quiet sobbing as she cries hopelessly to herself with never a flinch or make trial at self preservation.
Her entire body is beaten and punched, and whips make smart from all directions as her bdsm galleries tears continue to fall in the darkeness of her inside world. No part of her is spared the beating as the flogger and paddles pommel even bdsm pics free her face. By the time the vibrating wand is pressed into her severely japanese bdsm and swollen cunt flesh, her misery is almost palpable, and the waves of grief and pleasure only serve to drop her even deeper into a trance of pure submission.
Locked and chained in a tiny cage, drooling from one side an unforgiving spider-gag, continually sobbing and helpless to clean herself of the same breast bdsm kind with the snot and tears pour down her face, she is hanging over candle flames, swaying gently, as the heat burns her buttocks, feet and cunt while the whips continue to fall. The candles are unceremoniously dumped up~ the body the top of the cage as it swings back into the cast, subjecting her to a rain of hot wax, as she whimpers and for good and all succumbs to desperate attempts to avoid the continued stinging cuts of whips and crops. The stick is strapped in place and at last she is allowed a signal of orgasms, which leave her spent, exhusted and hopeless as the cage spins, through no sign of Even in the throws of orgasm, she falls more distant into the depths of despair.
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