
Tight Bondage and No Mercy
The restraints are so tight that he can barely lift his chest to breathe anymore. A little bit of belly breathing is still possible, but that’s all. His arms and legs can’t move even a millimeter. His balls are being brutally compressed by a metal clamp.
Then I sit on his face or take the air away from him with hand-over-mouth-smother. At that point even that tiny bit of belly breathing doesn’t help him anymore, haha.
When I attach the electricity to his nipples and his cock, he starts begging for mercy — mercy that, of course, he’s not going to get.
