Posture collar are a love-hate relationship for me, but once Martin locks me in, they become the center of my world and his attention. Bound and gagged, everything revolves around that stiff leather: the big gag wrapped around my mouth, the belts cinching my elbows tight behind my back, and the collar itself tethered to the ceiling as I teeter in heels.
After sliding a dildo inside me and securing it with a crotch, Martin cuffs my ankles and ties them to my wrists. It puts my back into a deep arch, creating a precarious seesaw effect where I’m constantly fighting to find my balance.

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