No Escape for Our Mummified CBT Slave

Lady Yara and I wrap the slave airtight in cling film, with only his head sticking out. One thing is missing. We cut a hole for his hard cock. I drop my full weight on his face and he gasps under my ass. My sharp nails rake across his swollen tip and tight balls. Yara grabs clothespins and clips them tight along his shaft. I fetch more clothes pins and decorate his sack and foreskin with them. Yara locks his head so tight, that he can’t move even a millimeter. We stroke his clothespin cock and he screams in suffering. I take a leather crop and Yara a metall whip. Strike after strike, we remove the clothespins with out impact tools and leave red welts behind. We take turns jerking his dick faster and say loudly: “We will ruin your orgasm and strike you with the metal whip afterwards.” Yara shoves her sweaty armpit over his nose and he sniffs in panic. The load spurts and Yara lets go instantly. Hot cum sauce drips useless on his belly. I laugh and slam the metal whip onto his dick and balls