London said she'd be here, but there's just this creepy dude wanting me to come inside his house. Supposedly London is in there. I should probably just leave, but I can't abandon a friend in need.
It's getting really late and I need to get to work. The sun is almost down. Maybe I'll just knock on the door. If she doesn't come out I'm leaving.
London is feeling ill. The guy wants me to help coax her from the bathroom to my car. I'll just see if I can get her out of there. That's all, just a quick conversation, then I'm gone.
Why does my head hurt? What happened? Did he hit me with a pipe? Why can't I move? All I can taste is metal. Oh SHIT! I gotta get out of here! This is so fucked up!
I keep thinking I see London, but she's not really there. She looks sad. What happened to her. He says she's lifeless. Is it her ghost? Was that Stephie Staar's ghost I saw in the car?
I guess I'm lifeless now too. London is so beautiful. I've always wanted to make out with her. We can do whatever we want. This is actually pretty great!
When we asked Jacey Jinx what she wanted to do the next time we saw her she said "Bruises!" That couldn't be it so we added her favorite activity to that. Bruises and Ruined Orgasms.
Perched on a little swing we get a little intimate with Jacey. Pulling off her clothes and touching her sexy body. The single tail leaves bright little lines all over. She screams, but you can tell she likes it.
Once she's marked up nicely she's teased, edged, and brought right past the point of no return, but just as her body releases stimulation is removed and she feels no pleasure, only the pain and frustration of a ruined orgasm.
In each position she feels the sting of an implement that will bruise her tender body. Then she feels the utter disappointment of orgasm after orgasm being thoroughly destroyed.
My man has always been a strong influence in my life. He's just so caring and sweet. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with feelings for him that they come out kind of sexual. I know it's not his fault. I've dropped my towel so he'll see me naked. I've bent over wearing a tiny little thong. I know he can't help getting a boner when I'm around. I think I may have pushed him too far though. He is making me stay in the basement. A room I never knew existed. It's cold, dark, and dirty.
Dating is hard. There are so many people pretending to be something they are not. I should have been more careful. I thought no one could fake a verification picture. I was wrong. I was tricked and now I’m stuck in this web, exposed, tormented, , and humiliated. My captor is training me, grooming me. He let me escape only to punish me. Now I’m his. My mind, my body, my everything. I would do anything for him.
"Intense" is how my friends describe me. I'm just a little Goth. My best friend wanted to give me a makeover, but first she sent me for a spa day.
The tea was so delicious. So delicious that I barely remember what happened next. I was told to take my clothes off. Why did I comply right in front of a stranger?
Then I was brought to another room. There was no massage table. I remember drooling - the taste of metal in my mouth - pain - screaming - crying.
It was me crying, he tormented me, was it a dream? Some side effect of the tea? What was in the tea?
Amari Anne is a work of art. She needs to be studied. Restrained and observed. She’s locked to a pipe in a deep squat. After a while it becomes agonizing so a spike board is provided to allow her to kneel on something.
Her beautifully sculpted ass is exposed. Clips are added to spread her sweet cunt lips. They are attached to her nipples causing her to cry out in pain. Her gorgeous slit drips with her excitement.
This absolute specimen is put on display. She’s bent and twisted, spread and tormented. She suffers so beautifully.
Calico Lane believes in art for the sake of art and bondage for the sake of bondage. It is a pure expression of her sexuality; her desire to serve and to be used. Nipple clamps and whips may bring her to tears, but they also will push her closer to orgasm. Being told to kneel or present herself for punishment will make her wet. She wants me. More than that, she needs me to take over. It isn't just about sex for her. It is about bondage.
My f has always been a strong influence in my life. He's just so caring and sweet. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with feelings for him that they come out kind of sexual.