On another trip out into some disused buildings I found an old machine room with a chain hoist. I planned a scene with one of my favourite filming partners and off we went with a tripod, camera, a length of rope and belt. I didn’t know much of what was planned but I was expecting it to hurt.?A single column tie held my wrists together before hauling them up on the chain hoist, leaving me balancing on my tip toes. My tits pulled free of my crop top, and my skirt tucked in at the waist band, I’m entirely helpless. From mauling my tits, stretching out my nipples and then laraping my thighs, ti...

On another trip out into some disused buildings I found an old machine room with a chain hoist. I planned a scene with one of my favourite filming partners and off we went with a tripod, camera, a length of rope and belt. I didn’t know much of what was planned but I was expecting it to hurt.?A single column tie held my wrists together before hauling them up on the chain hoist, leaving me balancing on my tip toes. My tits pulled free of my crop top, and my skirt tucked in at the waist band, I’m entirely helpless. From mauling my tits, stretching out my nipples and then laraping my thighs, tits and ass with his repeated belt blows.