PIC: Torsten/Laura bondage and caning (NC-17, very very NSFW)
Hi, my name is Grouse and when I'm angry and depressed I go and make BDSM porn pics of dead actors. I recommend it; it helps.
Some Torsten and Laura BDSM under the cut. Technically softcore since there are no erections or penetrations (but just a delicious little pussy), but the bondage makes it pretty hard anyway. Minific included.
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Torsten chuckled and tapped my ass with the cane, inspecting me as I knelt there, splayed open for his pleasure. “That is a pretty little pussy you’ve got there, Laura,” he purred. “And such a pretty ass, too. Have you kept it clean for me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you sure? Two rinses at least?”
“Three.” I squirmed in my bonds; my pussy clenching and clenching as he ran the tip of his cane down my slit.
“Good. Because after ten strokes, I’m going in, and I’m going to finish in your mouth whether you’re clean or not. You’ll have to suck Daddy clean. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I had rinsed myself indeed, stretched myself and now shivered in anticipation of pain, not merely from the cane but from his cock. He had forbidden me the glycerine; he had said he would take my ass with only my own wetness tonight. He would have no trouble doing that, I thought; already I was so wet I was running down my thighs.
He noticed it, too, chuckling softly as he held my pussy open with the cane, examining my no doubt gleaming folds. “Good girl. You must love Daddy very much,” he said, and I could hear the warmth of true tenderness in his voice, even if he tried to mask it underneath his sternness.
“I do,” I murmured, quietly.
“Yet, I need to hear it, Laura,” he said, walking around me, caressing me here and there, his gait as soft as a cat’s. “Tell me what you want. What only Daddy can give you.”
I swallowed, steeled myself; I pressed my forehead against the leather of the bench and breathed, breathed. “I want you to hurt me,” I said, the need in me so great I was near tears. “Please.”
“Count for me, then, my child,” he said, swishing his cane so that it whistled through the air. “Ten, for good behaviour.”
Tumblr post here. I hope nobody over there reads that and snorts at the idea of her even comparing the pain of anal-with-just-pussy-juice to that of ten strokes with a rattan cane, because the latter is going to be so fucking ow the anal won't hurt at all (especially given that she's practiced and she's already wet as hell). I'm not sure if I could endure ten strokes... and from Torsten at that. *swallows in terror* They're seriously kinky fucks, those two. (Or then this is just my hypersensitivity to touch/pain talking, but still. Not that I wouldn't let him do all of that to me and more, because Torsten Barring.)
Some Torsten and Laura BDSM under the cut. Technically softcore since there are no erections or penetrations (but just a delicious little pussy), but the bondage makes it pretty hard anyway. Minific included.
Click to embiggen.
Torsten chuckled and tapped my ass with the cane, inspecting me as I knelt there, splayed open for his pleasure. “That is a pretty little pussy you’ve got there, Laura,” he purred. “And such a pretty ass, too. Have you kept it clean for me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you sure? Two rinses at least?”
“Three.” I squirmed in my bonds; my pussy clenching and clenching as he ran the tip of his cane down my slit.
“Good. Because after ten strokes, I’m going in, and I’m going to finish in your mouth whether you’re clean or not. You’ll have to suck Daddy clean. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I had rinsed myself indeed, stretched myself and now shivered in anticipation of pain, not merely from the cane but from his cock. He had forbidden me the glycerine; he had said he would take my ass with only my own wetness tonight. He would have no trouble doing that, I thought; already I was so wet I was running down my thighs.
He noticed it, too, chuckling softly as he held my pussy open with the cane, examining my no doubt gleaming folds. “Good girl. You must love Daddy very much,” he said, and I could hear the warmth of true tenderness in his voice, even if he tried to mask it underneath his sternness.
“I do,” I murmured, quietly.
“Yet, I need to hear it, Laura,” he said, walking around me, caressing me here and there, his gait as soft as a cat’s. “Tell me what you want. What only Daddy can give you.”
I swallowed, steeled myself; I pressed my forehead against the leather of the bench and breathed, breathed. “I want you to hurt me,” I said, the need in me so great I was near tears. “Please.”
“Count for me, then, my child,” he said, swishing his cane so that it whistled through the air. “Ten, for good behaviour.”
Tumblr post here. I hope nobody over there reads that and snorts at the idea of her even comparing the pain of anal-with-just-pussy-juice to that of ten strokes with a rattan cane, because the latter is going to be so fucking ow the anal won't hurt at all (especially given that she's practiced and she's already wet as hell). I'm not sure if I could endure ten strokes... and from Torsten at that. *swallows in terror* They're seriously kinky fucks, those two. (Or then this is just my hypersensitivity to touch/pain talking, but still. Not that I wouldn't let him do all of that to me and more, because Torsten Barring.)