De doodsangst van het kietelen, de steek van de zweep & het plezier van het vuistneuken van een sletslaaf

Being bound with heavy chains, my arms and legs spread wide apart, making me completely powerless. My mouth holds a huge red ball gag, and my head is covered in an opaque hood. The Master has decided to punish me with tickling and whipping. There is no way for me to tell which agony is worse. As a reward for being a good slut, the Master fisted me until I became insane.