Deflowered

Her face is on the ground, and her hands are folded in chains behind her back. She lets out a sigh, lying down on her stomach, with her arms cuffed. She sighs, her face on the floor and arms folded behind her back in chains. cyd brings her a bowl of water. She laughs nervously, trying to break the tension. She can't believe that he is asking her to drink water with her mouth and face. She barely laps up any, and gasps in surprise when cyd takes the bowl away and dumps the water on her head. Fayth has only done two bondage shoots. It was only three years ago that she lost her virginity. She even had notions of remaining a virgin until marriage. How much of a bondage slut can be made out of this seemingly pristine girl? cyd wastes no time in cutting off her clothes, gagging her, and tormenting her feet with a thin sharp wooden skewer. Fayth furrows the brow and breathes heavily, as her heart starts beating faster. Sweat begins to form on her face. She begins to surrender. With her back strapped to the post, she is impaled on a cock and made to crouch spread-eagled. cyd flogs her breasts and makes Fayth fuck herself on the cock while the sound of her moaning becomes increasingly filled with pleasure. She explodes into orgasm when he brings out the vibrator, cursing under her breath while she rides the cock between her legs. A leather hogtie and a machine fuck finish her off as she drools and moans through her gag.