knismo1
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Remember about a month ago, I told you the charming tale of my long-lost friend who came up and put her trusting feet into my ankle stocks in order to (ostensibly) get a nice shade of pink for her toes, and ended up leaving her brain in a bowl at the door due to excessive stimulation of the nerves between her toes and her heels?
Yes, her. 🙂
Well, whaddaya know -- less than a month later (with the pink starting to wear off) she came back. This time, I picked a nice shade of emerald green for her teeny tiny little size 5's. Last time, if you recall, she thrashed around so much while I tortured her with the flosser while waiting for the second coat to dry, that she actually was able to pull her hands out of the sheepskin-lined bondage cuffs around her wrists.
I took no such risks this time that it would happen again, oh no. This time, she got the "Bondage 101" rope tie, and was lashed securely to the head of the bed. "Ain't gonna be no escaping this time, baybee!"
Once again, let me reiterate: you might as well save the pixels -- I don't do nylon pics. I'm into feet, tickling until they beg and the endorphin rush fills the room and ankle stocks. I do what I do 'cause I like it.
I hope you do too.
Here's some "pre-" and "post-" higher-quality pix. Yes, I shoot video (that's where the last shots came from). And sadly, no, until and unless I get permission, no, I'm not posting or selling clips. Think of the movie "Sex, Lies and Videotape" -- I do this because with still shots, you can get an idea of what's going on, and everyone maintains a certain amount of their privacy. Alas, mein comrades, that's the way it's gotta be.
But hey -- you can look at these and just have a field day in your imagination; I know I did!
knismo
Remember about a month ago, I told you the charming tale of my long-lost friend who came up and put her trusting feet into my ankle stocks in order to (ostensibly) get a nice shade of pink for her toes, and ended up leaving her brain in a bowl at the door due to excessive stimulation of the nerves between her toes and her heels?
Yes, her. 🙂
Well, whaddaya know -- less than a month later (with the pink starting to wear off) she came back. This time, I picked a nice shade of emerald green for her teeny tiny little size 5's. Last time, if you recall, she thrashed around so much while I tortured her with the flosser while waiting for the second coat to dry, that she actually was able to pull her hands out of the sheepskin-lined bondage cuffs around her wrists.
I took no such risks this time that it would happen again, oh no. This time, she got the "Bondage 101" rope tie, and was lashed securely to the head of the bed. "Ain't gonna be no escaping this time, baybee!"
Once again, let me reiterate: you might as well save the pixels -- I don't do nylon pics. I'm into feet, tickling until they beg and the endorphin rush fills the room and ankle stocks. I do what I do 'cause I like it.
I hope you do too.
Here's some "pre-" and "post-" higher-quality pix. Yes, I shoot video (that's where the last shots came from). And sadly, no, until and unless I get permission, no, I'm not posting or selling clips. Think of the movie "Sex, Lies and Videotape" -- I do this because with still shots, you can get an idea of what's going on, and everyone maintains a certain amount of their privacy. Alas, mein comrades, that's the way it's gotta be.
But hey -- you can look at these and just have a field day in your imagination; I know I did!
knismo
