Her Prison

Syn says that her name is short for “Synesthesia”. The rough, hard edge of the wooden horse painfully presses into her soft cunt as she struggles and her agonized crotch bears the weight of her entire body. She tries unsuccessfully to hold out, but with the cane stinging her breasts and abdomen, tears come welling up almost immediately. Soon, with her bare toes on the cold floor, she is stretched up to ceiling and wrapped so tightly that the pressure forces blood into her exposed flesh, causing her skin in those areas to become taut and sensitive. Tiny clips with vicious serrated teeth bite into her flesh and hold their grip as weight after heavy weight is added. Wedged between her legs, a vibrator performs its function, and soon a crude voodoo cocktail of pain and pleasure begins to roll through her body. She squirms and squeezes her thighs together tightly. A single tear rolls down her cheek. She is uncertain of whether to cum or to cry. It isn’t classic synesthesia, maybe, but it’s still a hell of a ride. See the gallery here >>>