Cinched, clamped, chained, gagged sheathed, hooded and bound, is the only way to keep this feisty filly. The power exerciser and a few electrical performance enhancers soon get her on the move and keep her that way.
Natalie becomes the first to sample Johnny Smoke's Blue Table Doggy Style Trainer. As fucking machines go this one has to be unique. Fitted with rubber clamps and built from Vaccuum Cleaner handles. And a transparent neck clamp adds a final touch.
Part 2 of the Dollmaker: Eden Wells is a living doll! Trained at the House of Gord, Eden endures extreme walking exercises, compressions and restraint, and is finally boxed a prettily packaged for her new owner.
Anna Rose invites Gord and Amarantha to her check out medical center. Unfortunately she didn't allow for the fact that they would want to try all the equipment. There was just one problem;- Anna was the only patient available.
When Viorica sent me a text that she was bored and home alone I knew just the thing to keep her entertained. Carrying out my instructions she secured all the keys for her handcuffs on alternating sides of the room. To get free, she'll have to squirm to a lock, unlock a key and squirm to the next until she unlocks them all and her handcuff key. Changing into a catsuit, she gags herself and puts leg cuffs around her ankles. With some trepidation Viorica picks up her handcuffs knowing that if she can't get free she'll be stuck for hours. Unable to turn down a challenge Viorica loops the handcuffs around her ankle chain and secures them tight. Now all she has to do is travel a dozen or so meters back and forth to get free. A trek far more exhausting than she bargains for!
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.
It was only a matter of time before the Ass-Up, Nasty-Cuff, Fucking machine stand ended up on the hood of the F-150. Eden gets the ride of her life on the first day back at Schloss Gord after an absence of five years.
Even for fetishes, this one is extreme. Watch the two scenes to see how the master expertly controls his sub, putting her in the binds she craves. Rubber outfit, hood, wrapped in tape and saran wrap, and in a suspended headlock device. Or the second scene where again in latex and a hood, she is bound by her tits to a bar. It is even more painful, and fulfilling, then it looks.
Reluctantly Gianna came over knowing she didn't have much of a choice. That is if she wanted any chance for an orgasm again. Putting her into a catsuit before locking her belt back on, groans of displeasure sound from behind her ballgag. She makes no effort to resist knowing that weeks could be added to her unknown chastity sentence. Bound uncomfortably upon the cage she struggles futilely against her handcuffs waiting for me to give her a chance at the orgasm as I promised. After several minutes Gianna's wait is over and I suspend a vibe in front of her locked belt. The slight vibration only serves to frustrate her more. Disgruntled, I remind her I offered a chance at an orgasm with a smirk. If only she knew I planned on keeping her in there at least another two weeks.