Marina's captors have some special plans for her. She's locked in an iron frame that keeps her completely immobilized. First one then the other get to work on her and then both at the same time. Whips and floggers get her moaning and screaming. The plug in her ass keeps Marina extra still as SD torments her cunt and tits. The gag keeps her mouth open and drooling. It's time for Marina to have an orgasm. It's going to be on SD's terms though. Her legs are spread and there's nothing protecting her dripping pussy and asshole. They use every inch of her body for their amusement and Marina can't do anything to stop it.
Sara Faye endures a gauntlet of devilish devices and situations, starting with a tight hogtie done with cold chain, followed by a painful session of perching against a pole with nothing but a sharp wooden triangle digging into her bare arches for support. A strict wooden neck stock gets her to maintain an excessively rigid posture to avoid choking. Meanwhile, Jaeyln Fox proves herself to be a spoiled brat right from the start. She thinks the show is going to be all about her being a co-star in a porn video, looking all done up and sexy while engaging in some light kinky roleplay and sex. Once she realizes that she’s going to be locked up like a veal calf and treated like nothing more than a random piece of meat with three warm holes open for use, her ego takes a big hit and she starts to have second thoughts. Clearly in need of a serious attitude adjustment, Jaelyn shoots sidelong glances to Sara behind cyd’s back for moral support, makes faces when she is ordered to perform tasks, mutters and whispers under her breath, and just generally attempts to top from the bottom. For her efforts, she dooms herself to be secured in a series of uncomfortable and humiliating bondages, where she is placed to be ignored, denied orgasm and to left to suffer slowly, feeling every minute of the six hour show with no relief or pleasure. Perhaps the experience taught her just exactly what her place and role is. The show continues on, focusing almost entirely on Sara instead, a participant who shows the proper enthusiasm and respect.
This Episode starts where Episode 5 ended. I continue using my new whip on Zoey. I'm getting used to this thing still, so I for sure do not go all out, but as Zoey visits more, that will change.
Scene 1Star is encased in pantyhose. Her ankle is folded to her thigh and pantyhose tightly bind the leg to itself in a nylon cocoon. A tight hug that makes most people feel comforted - is entirely violating to our blonde beauty. Leather is added as an extra measure of security. Her hands, wrists, and neck are too wrapped in tight leather and secured to the bar at her shoulders. Her face gets the same treatment. Fortunately for Star, her tongue is pierced. A jennings gag is added and Claire ties her toungue to her nipple clamps… bitch won’t have an opinion now or ever in that predicament. Out comes the cane and the cattle prod. Worked over in her little safe harbor of nylon, this bitch breaks early on… the perfect state to be in for her next predicament. Scene 2Star is placed in metal bilbos and shackles with her feet and genitals exposed. Her head is encased in a breathing restricted latex hood. There is only a small hole that permits her to get air and push the used air out. If she gets over excited, the latex suctions to her face and she has a harder time getting the air she needs… perfect for torment. Claire grounds herself with the violet wand and goes after Star, with special attention to the feet and utilizing the wartenburg wheel for added discomfort. Since Star can’t see anything as well as challenging breathing patterns, Claire clamps Star’s cunt with the strongest clamps in the DB arsenal and uses them to suspend and hold in the large dick inserted into Star’s cunt. Star is then given the ultimate in breathing challenges - orgasm games. As she gets more turned on and to the brink of orgasms, she starts herself! HOT! Scene 3We turn the intensity up in the last scene with Star bound standing in the clear strap set. The vibrator mic stand is brought out. Star thinks this is a pleasure item, but she could not be more wrong. Claire takes the mean black clips and covers Star’s labia with them. She laces them together and wraps all the clamps AROUND the vibrator like a purse string. Any movement is painful for Star, even when she cums. Add caning, nipple clamps, and an intense pussy flogging and we have this bitch in a writing hot mess, not knowing which is better - cumming or not cumming!
This Episode starts where Episode 6 ended. I get tired of having to stuff Zoey's panties back in her mouth. I add ziptie, which will help a bit. I ziptie her tits and strap them with my heavy leather strap as punishment for not listening. The panties still manage to work their way out, so I pull and tighten her crotchrope up once again.
Well here is something you don’t see every day. Two girls that can continue to cum their brains out, while they are bound down and made to cum until - well you get it. Rain is bound above, finger banged and vibrated to many, many squirting orgasms. Three fingers go in, and then out squirts clear tasteless, odorless, nectar of the Gods. Over and over and over. Rain is simply reduced to a small faucet that squirts out love liquid at our command. Darling is bound below, spread, helpless with a dildo impaled in her shaved pussy and a vibrator stuck on her sensitive clit. That in itself is amazing to watch as she is made to cum over and over. However that is the least interesting thing about this entire ordeal. With a huge funnel gag tightly rigged into Darling’s mouth right under Rain’s squirting pussy, the nectar of the Gods needs to go someplace. We found it is very hard to swallow while a huge funnel in your mouth, on your back, while coming your brains out. Who knew?
This Episode starts where Episode 6 ended. I release Ariel from her hogtie, but her legs remain bound. In the past, we would be done with our session, but today is different. We are building endurance. I soon have Ariel up on her hands and knees and my belt around her neck, so she can pick up the rope laying around on the floor.
Victoria begins her day in a brutal back bend which helps set the pace for the rest of the day. Her hands and feet are locked into steel traps while her body is bent backwards over a wooden horse. This makes her helpless and allows The Pope to have his way with her. He explores her flesh and then starts to add clothespins to her tits. His flogger meticulously knocks them off one at a time, and then he assaults her with non stop flogging. Next orgasms are ripped from her body until she is given a break before the next position. The second position is quite the predicament that has Victoria’s neck locked into steel trap, her legs bound in steel shackles, and she is made to hold herself up to avoid choking. The Pope gets to work on some bastinado, and then covers her ass and legs with heavy impact marks from the crop. He sneaks in a little nipple torment as well, just to push Victoria a little closer to the edge. In the final scene, Victoria is locked into a device that holds her in place on her back with her hands and feet up in the air. The Pope introduces a plethora of electrical devices to torment Victoria with, and she shows signs of fear and nervousness almost instantly. “I’m not shaking, you’re shaking” she says as she vibrates uncontrollably from the fear. He begins with the zapper, and works all the way up to the meanest cattle prod he has in his arsenal. Victoria takes everything like the masochistic slut that’s she is, which is in stride and begging for more. He makes her cum several more times before administering a little breath control to seal the deal, and send Victoria a happy slut.
This Episode starts where Episode 3 ended. As her set of Jumping Jax winds down, Portia is ordered to her knees. She waits and learns a small lesson in patience. Now we will start the bondage portion of our training. I tape her arms in a box position behind her back. I place her down on her stomoch. She gasps for air while gagging, so I remove her gag. She needs to be trained more on focus it seems. I bind her ankles with tape and utilizing a few zipties, I put her into an excruciatingly tight hogtie.
This woman, this India Summer, is in heat in such an achingly constant agonizing intense way that she actually manages to radiate waves of it out like some primal pheromone that makes the air kind of humid and you start to feel hazy and dull. She’s rubbing her thighs together endlessly, endlessly trying to make the waiting go faster but it doesn’t help it just makes it worse and you realize you’ve stopped whatever you were doing and now you’re even a little bit freaked out too. Nothing can satiate her. Her cunt clamps down so hard on a dildo that I can’t pull it out with two hands, and using a three foot pole for leverage. She will actually slide across the floor first before it comes out. If you tried to fuck her, she could hold you hostage. I don’t even know if it would be a good idea to try to fuck her because she might push the blood backwards into your heart the wrong way and kill you or something. When she comes, the contractions crush the thick stiff rubber cock, bending it almost in half. I’m glad I decided to use the straitjacket and padded cell for the shoot out of pure luck because it was all honestly <em>useful< em> as opposed to being a fantasy setting so she doesn’t strip screws or rip bolts through the wood of my normal set in some riot of orgasmic violence.