Angel Marina as a sweet struggler at her disposal. Sammi is tied up and waiting for someone who isn't going to come nearly in time to spare her what Dee has in mind. Before she even has a chance to ask what's going on Dee has her gagged to shut her up. Suddenly Sammi can't think of anything else to say. Since she's really in no place to complain, Dee takes that opportunity to redden her ass cheeks with a dragon tail and the palms of her hands. Back bridges are a pretty fun test of flexibility, but trust in Angel Marina to find a way to turn it into a perfect bondage position. The arch that it puts Sammi into is excellet because it leaves her pussy perfectly exposed for play. Dee has a feather with a sharp pinion that isjust right for tickling and poking. Slutty Sammi loves every second and is even more pleased to have her nipples clamped down upon. Getting masked with a dirty rag and sprayed in the face causes her some stress but nothing can take away from the joy of having tits pinched. Even getting flogged on her back or caned across her chest doesn't break her.
Today we are introducing Veronika Lure, a statuesque lady, (dare I say "Amazonian", but in the nicest possible way) who tops 6'3" in her heels. Veronika has done some bondage work before, but she wanted to test her metal against the Gord devices. In fact, for this first gig we chose the Ledermeister device, the venerable "stand" recently graced by Claire.
With winter coming on fast the potential for fuzzy sweaters goes through the roof. Luckily for Maggie, a latex straitjacket is the perfect weapon against the chill. Struggling to get free and drooling through her ring gag it might be hard to tell, but she's happy to be warm. Just to be sure that she doesn't accidentally struggle herself off the bed a pair of legcuffs are added. Caught in a hogtie she tosses around even more but the restraints hold tight, ensuring she'll keep snug all winter long.
The discussion went something like this...Mr Latex Shoeworship's wrong, babe? I don't know dude. Are you OK, babe? Yeah man, my pussy is so sensitive. Wanna try a bit more, babe? hell yeah...so, we turned it back up...all the way up...Angel exclaims....
In response to the very many requests for more wheel torment, we are going to stuff Seven into a device and run her up to speed. It seems like bound women in mouse wheels get a lot of you people going out there. So it is probably just as well that we shot a huge amount of footage for the Number 4 Gord video (Room 237) with Jewell Marceau being pushed to the limits inside this wheel. Big boobed, curvy butt Seven provides an excellent insight into the visual goodies included in that movie.
With pink spreader bars holding her in a spread eagle, Lucy didn't start with much mobility. A skintight pink catsuit hugs her body while a pink ballgag keeps her quiet. A few tickles ensure that her restraints are nice and secure before strapping a wand to her pussy. As if hit with a live wire, Lucy immediately starts to squirm and moan with pleasure. Just for good measure a pink hood is pulled over her head, leaving her two small holes to breathe through. That should keep her entertained for a while.
Eight hours in the cage, or an hour tied up. By her eagerness to hop on top of the cage, her choice was obvious. By the time Lucy's panel gag was strapped in place she seemed to be questioning her decision. As her elbows were cinched together, she was definitely regretting her choice. Her fun was just starting as her legs were frogtied and tied apart. Another was added to pull her chest harness back, arching her back. A final rope tied back her head harness ensuring a steady flow of drool. While some time relaxing in the cage might have been more comfortable, Lucy is left on cloud nine when a magic wand is put in her hands.
The air chair gets another work out. This time by the mysterious rubber sheathed Zo. Patrick was there just in case I needed back-up. I think that was more an excuse for him to be around and watch Zo get her brains fucked out.
Raven likes to believe she can escape anything. A quarter inch of steel locked around her wrists and ankles won't be breaking apart anytime soon. She smiles at first as she tests the strength of the bar. Realizing there's no easy escape the smile fades only to be replaced with a ballgag. Beads of sweat form on her brow threatening to add to the pool of drool under her gag. She realizes all too late that her arrogance that everything is escapable has bit her in the ass this time. In desperation, Raven keeps glancing my way looking for sympathy but knows she's in it until the end.
We have been wanting to strap up Petal Benson and mount her on the Fem-Car for some time, so her return from Amsterdam via Seattle seemed like as good a time as any. Here she is allowing herself to be squeezed into a transparent latex suit and installed as the Fem-Car engine, Complete with some nifty nipple attachments peeking through the tight latex.