Trips to the county fair are always resourceful. The animals are wonderful and there is that undertone of care and love they receive. The tools of husbandry are especially interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table. It is with such delight and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a black latex smother hood stretched over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I inserted a couple rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise. My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable ass hook he seems to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting. I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness. Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I finally inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy - my body tingles and trembles.
Nothing but the best make it into our dungeons. Amber Nevada is new here, a sexy piece of ass that doesn't have a lot of experience in the world of BDSM. So how did this newbie end up locked in metal bondage, crawling on the floor for our pleasure? Because she is dedicated to serving the sexual satisfaction of her superiors. She knows that being on the ground, languishing in bondage until a strong man wants to use her is the highest station she can aspire to in life. Today she is getting used for the first time by a true master.
Metal pipes are locked around her neck, framing her pretty face and putting it on display. Later, another set around her ankles will do the same for her feet. It divides her into three sections, each one easily targeted for a different type of torment. Her feet are sitting there, exposed in case O.T. decides to torment them. Her face is how he will humiliate her, slapping her and making her juice from a bowl, reminding her that she will always be less than him. And in between is how he will train her for her new life. Perky tits and tight twat are there for him to play with, and as he gropes her and fucks her with a dildo, she learns how best to use her body to satisfy a man. She learns to love the feeling of being as he vibrates her pussy to incredible orgasms. And once she has had one, she won't want to get off any other way.
A pathetic drooling mess. No matter how hot Endza Adair is, she'll always end up reduced to a pathetic, drooling, sobbing mess by the time O.T. is done with her. She doesn't want to be so turned on by the extreme corporal punishment and intense bondage that he puts her through, but she can't help herself. She is screaming through the black ball gag in her mouth, but she isn't even trying to form words anymore. She would be running away if her bondage didn't keep her in place so well. The metal shackles and chains let her shake and struggle, but they won't let her get away. The leather straps that hold her to the wooden and metal frame are more than enough to hold her steady while O.T. works her over with the whip. Orgasms are overwhelming after so much build up. She can't hold them in as the magic wand vibrates her clit furiously. She'd be crying if she wasn't so busy cumming, and while she would probably like to beg for mercy, all that she can manage to get out is a mixture of moans, screams, and cries of "Oh, God!"
Devilynne is strolling around a new neighborhood, trying to save souls and bring them closer to god. She sees herself as missionary, on a path set by the Almighty. What O.T. sees is something completely different coming up to his door. He sees a sexy, young, naive lady with her assets just waiting to be unwrapped. Her body is hidden under the traditional garb, but he knows what's under there as well as if she were laid bare before him. Firm, round ass and her perky tits are enticing him further from her message and into temptation.
The second they start talking he knows he's going to have some fun with her. She wants to know how he thinks he can be closer to God. She will be screaming for Him in a little bit. O.T. knows Devilynne must have another side to her. No missionary has ever come to his door wearing such sexy panties under her outfit. She was looking for something new, and now she has found it.
Suffering is going to bring her closer to the universe. The caning, the whipping, even just the pain of spending her time in strict metal bondage will give her a new perspective on the world. It's pain, it's agony, and even the rapture of orgasm can be turned against her in this new world. She's being fucked in the ass, cumming until she can barely see straight, and instantly knows she has found her new god.
Syren De Mar needs to be punished? She's not even sure what she's being punished for, but that doesn't matter to us, because we get to reap the benefits of her bad behavior. Matt Williams in particular gets to have a good time taking out some of the stress he's worked up this week out on her ass. Matt has Syren down on her knees with her legs spread so that her pussy is pressed down hard against a narrow beam he has set up on the floor. He pulls a stocking down over her head and stuffs a cloth into her mouth, holding the gag in place with electrical tape. Then he takes the tape and blindfolds her with it. Now that she can't speak and she can't see, it's time for Matt to leave his mark to remind her of how bad she's been. He bends her over and beats her ass harder than she's ever been beaten in her life. He uses a flogger and a paddle to pound it until the soft skin turns a deep purple and starts to puff up. Whatever it was she did must have been pretty bad to deserve being treated so harshly.
Ivy Addams is the kind of sexy starlet that O.T. loves having in his clutches. Some girls whimper and beg from the second he puts them in bondage, and they can be fun, but sometimes he enjoys putting a particularly willful one in her place. Ivy is more likely to laugh than cry when she feels the sting of the whip, but that's fine because it will just make her eventual tears that much sweeter.
Her entire world exists withing a few feet of a set of parallel, metal pipes. Some part of her, usually her head, is forever locked between them, and so if she plans on getting anywhere she is going to need to stretch and contort to do it. Even at her most free she is hardly able to wiggle her ass without wrenching her neck. It makes for a perilous predicament as she tries desperately to avoid the single tail O.T. is wielding.
Like we said, though, Ivy has some spunk. When he is messing with her in the worst of ways, applying clamps to some of the more unconventional parts of her body, she doesn't miss a beat. Instead of breaking down in tears she has a few choice words for her perpetual tormentor. We hope that acting out makes her feel better, because the punishment for back talk is another day in the dungeon, so she is going to be here for a while.
India Summer, is hot as hell and happily here to submit. Nothing keeps her wet and ready to fuck like a bit of bondage and pain. The device we have for her looks like it belongs on the sickest playground in the world, a see-saw that is perfect for locking a sexy slut down to. We are going to use it like a bit of work out equipment, placing poor India into more and more intense predicaments and making her use every ounce of her strength just to keep herself from an incredible amount of pain.
Anna Tyler is new to the world of Infernal Restraints, but if we have anything to say about it this won't be her last time gracing our pages. She is hot as hell, a petite little blonde with a body that is made for luring men into trouble. Well, she is in a bit of trouble herself, now. O.T. loves girls like this, sexy, young things with a burning desire to have their bodies by the strong and sadistic.
Anna is wet with anticipation when O.T. even begins to touch her. The cute panties she's wearing are going to be soaked through soon. He cuts the cloth away from her fit figure and takes in the sight of her beautiful, unblemished skin. It is going to be fleeting. There is a brutal caning coming, and it's going to leave thick, red welts all over that sweet ass of hers. A submissive bondage slut like Anna can't get enough of it. As soon as he puts the Hitachi between her legs she is ready to cum her brains out. She even squirts a bit as she screams out or orgasms.
Trapped in the floor, first friend Dee gets the ring gag, then she gets Mr. Pogo. PD wants more flavor and throws her hair into her mouth, too. She has her face distorted into a grotesque mask of clamps and hooks.
Chained to the mattress, friend Dee is set up to take Mr. Pogo in her ass while PD takes her pussy. Then its time to her sore little back door. When PD asks if she is ready to suffer for him, he means it. She gets Mr.Pogo in the pussy, but she also gets the cane across her feet. When she has screamed enough for him again, PD takes her pussy again.
His little slut is trotted in, hooded and bound, and shackled to her post. She may be struggling to breathe but her pussy is dripping wet. She moans and screams for PD pleasure constantly while he canes her tits, thighs and pussy. It only takes a little bit of tape to completely cut off her airways. The slut even cums at command, shackled and screaming through her tiny air hole.
Cock and balls take a tour of her mouth while she kneels before him. She sucks his cock like it's her mission in life, taking it all the way down her throat. Her blow job well done gets a reward of load all over her face and a seat in a very special chair.
Finally, her tits are cuffed and her clit and tongue are clamped. Bound tightly, she is subjected to another attack of the vibrator. After PD has heard enough of her moans, he goes after a few screams. With a ring gag firmly in place, her head is covered in a sack of flies. They buzz around her and as she screams, begging and pleading, they even fly into her mouth.
Being the slut that lures innocent girl's boyfriends into bed is dangerous business when that girl, Lex Harper, happens to be friends with a man like O.T. It's easy to see why the poor sap strayed, looking at how hot Violet Monroe is, so you can't really blame him, but her on the other hand... she needs to be taught a lesson.
There is no question that Violet is sexy. Long red hair, tight curves, and a pussy that gets dripping wet at the drop of a hat, it's no wonder that she is snapping up other women's men left and right. O.T., however, isn't so easily charmed. He's here to punish her for her transgressions, not moon over her like some love struck sucker.
He's going to make her hurt all over. Whipping her tits, her ass, and her pussy, clamping her most sensitive places, and generally turning her body inside out for his own amusement. She screams when she can, even through the gags, but the only person who can hear her is Lex, and she's getting off on it.