It is all about control. Straitjacket. Metal ballgag. Blindfold. Chain. PD tells Pinky to stick out her tight butt so that he can beat her with a cane. She squirms away. It’s clear she does not have any tolerance for pain. He tells her to shut up if he defeats her. If she is quiet, he will stop. It is a game that he plays a game within a game. Psychological control. The mindfuck. So Pinky smothers her shouts to make the pain stop. If he jams a dildo down her throat, then she makes herself not to gag. PD compliments her. Pinky smiles. She gets her reward. She’s comes and comes. Pinky minces to the barn strapped in the straitjacket. A tit puller yanks on her tits. Chain draped beneath her heels from the shackles makes walking painful. PD sits on a metal table, spreading her ankles wide. He informs her he is making a device specially fit . She cried. As he assembles the distinctive apparatus, he takes a glowing metallic rod from the forge and taunts her, then threatening the bottoms of her feet, her body, and her pussy. He grinds a metal tubing, shooting a shower of sparks that shatter her skin. She freaks. She yells. Mindfucked again.
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