"OKAY NOW, WIND ‘YER UP EVENLY AT ALL POINTS, LIFTING HER OFF THE GROUND GENTLY." He directed. Gradually the cables began to tug as the servomotors kicked gagging in, winding up gently so that Pinkie looked like an angle, levitating fetish a few inches above the stage floor. domination The wrists and ankles were taking BDSM much of the Bondage weight so that her tits lifted slightly, but nothing dramatic. "HOW’S THIS FEEL?" he asked his pretty slave as she looked down at the floor in amazement watching her shoes fall to the floor. "I FEEL LIKE I’M FLYING," she responded. "I CAN FEEL THE LEATHER BITING INTO MY SKIN, BUT THE PRESSURE ISN’T TO BAD." She answered. "GOOD. WE’RE READY FOR THE NEXT LEVEL." Tallesman reported. "BEND YOUR KNEES, WE’RE LIFTING YOUR LEGS UP BEHIND YOU," he instructed as the servos kicked in and cables began to draw her legs back. "THAT’S IT, LIFT THEM ALL THE WAY UP UNTIL THEY TOUCH HER ASS," he smiled at his operator. "HOW’S THAT?" he asked Pinkie again. "AAAAHH SHI..IT. THE PRESSURE ON MY TITS IS INCREDIBLE. AND I CAN FEEL THE LEATHER BITING INTO MY SKIN." They didn’t need to know everything… at least for now. I leaned against the refrigerator. I suppose it is common here in gagging the countryside that daughters inherited male clothes from the family. I whimpered in disappointment while the MILF moaned around Clint's dick. Hazel paused and stared through the windshield, thinking fetish for a moment. “Well, if Bondage I may paraphrase Ozzy, you’re on the ‘Crazy domination Train’ now.” I tell her. But Brian could hear what he thought was moans coming from the bathroom but wasn't sure. He flashed me a thumbs-up when he saw BDSM me. “You heard already?” You did a good job.”