It’s all about control. Straitjacket. Metal ballgag. Blindfold. Chain. PD tells so that he could beat her with a 16, Pinky to stick out her tight butt. She squirms away. It is clear she does not have any tolerance for pain. He tells her to close up when he beats her. He’ll stop, if she is quiet. It is a game he plays with a game within a game. Psychological control. The mindfuck. Thus Pinky smothers her screams to make the pain stop. She gets herself not to gag If he strikes a dildo down her throat. PD compliments her. Pinky smiles. She gets her reward. She’s comes and comes. Pinky minces to the barn wrapped from the straitjacket. A tit puller yanks on her tits. Chain draped under her heels from the shackles makes walking painful. Her sits on a metallic desk, spreading her legs wide. He informs her he is creating a device especially fit to her. She yells. He taunts her and chooses a luminous metallic rod, threatening the bottoms of her feet, her torso, and her pussy as he assembles the device. He grinds a steel tube, shooting at a shower of sparks that shatter from her skin. She freaks. She screams. Mindfucked again.