Petgirls Jane and Kasha in ponygirl training. This is part 1 of the movie.
Tag: Pony
The Rights Activist Teaches IR A Lesson (The Harness) Part 3
Illustrious Rouge is ordered to turn in a tight circle so we can enjoy her leather harness clad body. It’s now time to exercise our PonyGirl. She is ordered to jump as high as she can multiple times. A shock collar is buckled around her neck for motivation. I call her towards me and when she hesitates she gets a jolt. The motivation works as she starts to slowly make her way towards me. Nipple clamps are applied and tied off to her bit gag. Her training continues as I walk to the opposite ends of the barn several times and call her. When she hesitates she gets a jolt from her collar.
The Rights Activist Teaches IR A Lesson (The Harness) Part 2
This clip starts where Part 1 ended… The heavy leather Pony Girl Harness is buckled into place. Her boots are put back on and a harness is buckled onto her head. Her handcuffs are removed and replaced with a leather arm binder. Illustrious Rouge is positioned and ordered to spread her legs. Her ass and thighs are now given some attention with the crop.
The Rights Activist Teaches IR A Lesson (The Harness) Part 1
Illustrious Rouge now finds herself chained to a chair in handcuffs and ballgagged. She is told to put in some blackout contact lenses, but she refuses. After being hogtied in the unmerciful leather straps and gear a little earlier, it doesn’t take much to convince her. A few good hard whacks with her riding crop is all it takes. She hesitantly puts them on. She is ordered to strip, which is not the asiest thing to do when handcuffed and blinded. Her wrists are eventually uncuffed and her blouse and bra are removed, before her wrists are cuffed behind her back.
Insex – Mala Mansio
Insects stinging, drawing blood. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my pussy. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the Mala Mansio.
