(Part 2/2) I stalk back to My freshly conquered gimp, his pathetic form trembling in a pair of devious red panties. His arms are trapped, ensnared within the vicelike grip of a merciless wedgie. Sight stolen by My blindfold, voice silenced by My pussy gag. The crimson of his panties echoes the fiery hue of My strap-on harness, now armed with a dildo throbbing to invade his throat. I growl in his ear, promising a surprise that will leave him shattered. No cock to impale his ass, just the relentless, unyielding torment of the wedgie, tearing at the flesh of his ass hole. Instead, I'll be fucking his face, ramming his throat raw, training it to take a savage pounding. I grab his head, fuck his mouth hard and deep, his body convulsing, sputtering, and gagging on My cock. I show no mercy—this cock sleeve was born for this. He's My wedgie bitch now and forever. I relentlessly jackhammer his throat until I'm satisfied, then lock his mouth open with a fuck machine to keep him ready for My cock when I return. *This is a sequel to "Wedgie Gimp Initiation Part 1"