(hd version of movie by same name 1440x1080 @ 5m/s) occasionally she lets out an exasperated, audible breath of....Dissatisfaction, resignation? She gets gagged. Ball gagged. Tightly buckled in. When I get that last buckle cinched we hear her gasp a bit, behind the gag. She looks around and takes in her new predicament; big eyes and a longing look, lionel is giving her grief. We watch her try to position herself, into something more comfortable. Her feet are hurting. The rubber heels making her stand on the sides of her feet as they are drawn outward. Its debilitating for her. This discomfort sneaks up and then becomes forefront. I step up to her and ask her how she is doing. I ask her how she likes that dead cock in her cunt. She immediately shakes her head in dissatisfaction and moans out disapproval. She manages to make out an audible sentence about how stressful lionel is in her cunt. So I pick up the flogger and lay into her ass. After several demanding strikes I pull a latex breath hood over her head, while she is still ball gagged. Once it gets zipped down over her head she is all by herself in there. We can see her but she can't see us. We watch her in there, concentrating on what's important; breathing. She holds her lungs steady and draws breath in slowly, knowing that anything faster will defeat her effort to get air in her lungs, knowing that it will just collapse all that beautiful latex against her face and nose and close up her ability to breath. She gets groped on her breasts. I start to flog her, her ass and tits. She tries to draw air quicker now, and as she does so it makes a squeaking noise as it tries to pull through the little opening quicker than it can pass. The latex all closed upon her face. She's caned now. Caned on her tits for starters. She screams out, or at least tries too. Her hood collapsing even quicker now around her face as she tries to deal with the severity of each blow. The hitachi comes out and gets slammed against her cunt. She rides that a bit, sucking and blowing air out as best she can beneath her latex hood. We watch her dance around, in place, feeling the vibrator, concentrating on her breath. Nipple clamps come out and are brutally affixed to her nipples. Within a few more seconds she asks for permission to cum. When she is denied her attempt to breath inside her hood takes on a new level. She can't handle it. She loses her concentration and we watch her collapse and expand the latex onto her face so quickly she can't be getting enough air. Her lungs are struggling to suck air through the little opening of the latex and then through the ball gag tightly buckled into her mouth. She manages to calm herself after a few seconds. And as she begins to calm herself I **** two pound weights off of each nipple. They quickly fall to the ground, taking the nipple clamps with them. Now she has to calm herself all over again. And it's a struggle. First the latex collapses around her face cutting off the air, then we hear her lungs trying to pull air through that little opening that is by now either collapsed upon her face or is full of her own saliva from drooling behind the ball gag, and this causes us to hear a high pitched squeaking noise as her lungs try to overcome the pressure of drawing air through an opening that practically doesn't exist. And the hitachi is relentless. She asks for permission to cum and its given. Her latex hood is opening and collapsing at a rate not seen before. Her breath is quick and shallow. She starts to scream. A pushing sort of scream. Like she is pushing something bad, something unforgiven from her body. And as she is excising this need from her carcass i'm telling her that I will punish her for it. For having such a good orgasm. Her feet literally come off the ground and she suspends herself from her wrists as she expels the orgasm, expels the base need that built up inside of her. The latex hood still creating that squeaking sound as she still tries to draw upon her lungs for breath. And she screams again. She is screaming and crying to the point of desperation. She can't breathe now. She can't control her need. She tries to shake the hood off, she's dancing around as best she can, stammering and stomping. Then I punish her. Punished her for having such a good orgasm. For enjoying it. I punished her with a cane and flogger until she cried about it. Until her ball gagged mouth, with spit and saliva running down her chin and chest, told me she was sorry. Until I had snot and spit coursing through every hole on her face. Then I got her off again.