She claims to be extremely submissive. She’s only done a few shoots since college but she says she wants the bondage to be “tight”. She wants to be controlled, unable to move, totally helpless and so on. So I set it up and give her what she asks for, but the reality is harsher than the fantasy. I pull her arms back and tie them together. I stretch them up strappado as high as they will go. I can feel her tendons pulling against me. Her legs get the same treatment. It becomes clear that we have different definitions of “tight”. She learns mine is synonymous with “totally fucked and desperately aching for relief.” She breaks out in a cold sweat and her breathing is a chain of labored gasps. She’s afraid now, that maybe she asked for too much, and she definitely wasn’t counting on the humiliation when I bind her on her side like a captured veal calf and watch her drool through her gag as dildos and vibrators sink into her holes.
Although a very small and apparently fragile woma n, Raven's curves and attitude are tough as hell...Feenix orchestrates a progression of scenes to further test our lovely subject...and his rigs do a great job of objectifying her natural assets...
We go back in time to the Ancient era of the Roman Empire. We see how miserable life the slaves have. We see what a jealous wife and her sister do to these poor creatures.
The hood is removed, but he warns that it will go right back on if she resists. Lilly is usually the confident, outspoken one, but for some reason when the rope touches her skin, she turns into a trembling, babbling, submissive, doing exactly what she is told. Her arms are bound behind her back, just before another rope is tied into her hair. The man then clasps his hand over her mouth as he roughly manhandles her. He rips her blouse and pulls her tits free, before tightly cleave gagging her. Her bare tits and nipples are squeezed and grope some more, before the man removes his belt.
A curious opportunity presented itself in the middle of Andy’s shoot. I realized that I could use the bar that was holding her to the ground and trapping her there as a fulcrum to pivot canes over and use them to pull up on the nasty painful little clamps biting into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The result was wonderful. She screamed in pain with a tap on any of the canes I had threaded over the bar and through the top catch on each clamp. Pressing down on one cane resulted in a whimper. Two a small scream. Five a loud scream and tears welled up. I played with my new instrument until it broke, then moved on to other pastimes such as jamming a dildo down her throat until she choked and then putting her in a severe neck to ankles hogtie until she collapsed, gasping for air. What fun.
We continue to showing cruel curing methods of the secret practice or Dr. Lomp. Two sisters are threated by the insane doctor in strange way. The sisters even need to whip each other at one point.
When I come back, I hood her with a nylon and add more tape. I then spend some time playing with her bound tits as I tug on her crotchrope. I leave her to struggle once again. I return, yet once again and roll her back on her stomach. I notice that her head could be pulled back a bit further so I untie the nylon and tighten it up some.
It’s delightful to twist the fair into the grotesque. The latex frogface hood is the perfect tool for the occasion. With stalks covering blind eyes and a small hole for air to come in and teeth to protrude, it effects her transformation from woman into drooling bondage mutant. The heat and pressure of the hood slowly builds mashing her lips and sealing her nostrils shut. Her gasping breaths are filled with spittle as she drags air in and out, in and out, more frantic by the minute. My only regret is that she can’t see what she looks like. Her humiliation would be priceless I’m sure. Ah well..one can’t have one’s cake and eat it too I suppose.