In the first half of this installment, Harley Ace found her way to the office of therapist O.T. in order to help her sort out the violent and sexual dreams she had been having for many years. He proposed an unorthodox treatment wherein he would her and, while she was under, work through the tangle of fears and desires she had in her head. Once Harley was under his spell, however, O.T. started abusing his power to live out some of his own sick twisted fantasies. Now we return to the two of them, still in the midst of immersion therapy.
We find Harley sat up on the couch, her legs spread by shackles at her ankles, and her neck and head held tightly in place by a metal collar. O.T. has decided to ramp up the intensity of his treatment for the second half of their session together. He brings out his knife and starts trailing its blade all over her soft, exposed body. It's easy to see the fear behind Harley's eyes as she watches him drag it across her skin, and when he rubs the flat side against her clit her body visibly tenses up. She shakes as she tries to hold her body perfectly still so as not to end up getting accidentally cut.
Shaking and whimpering is all well and good, but when O.T. takes out the flogger and starts beating Harley's face and tits with it, all of the tension she's built up breaks into a thousand pieces and she is sobbing and screaming. It only gets louder when O.T. takes out his cattle prod. It's not even close to her by the time she is screaming "no" and trying to pull away from its electrified tips. She'll be alright though. The good doctor knows that the best way to calm her panic is with a hitachi vibrator and a metal pussy hook.
Nipple rings are a give away that a girl is into some hot stuff. No one gets them by accident, least of all girls like Mercy West. For her they are like a beacon, begging us to pay special attention to her tits. We don't take special requests from our girls. They're here to entertain us, not the other way around.
Don't worry, we'll get around to playing with her tits, but we have a few fun things in store for her first. O.T. tapes some bottle caps to her feet, for instance. If that sounds odd, wait til you see how she tries to walk.
When we move the torture from her feet to her ass she turns into a sobbing mess. Something about the sharp sting of the whip really gets her going. You'd think that she was about to blow out from the pain but when OT puts her into the cage and spreads her legs he finds a little surprise. Mercy is dripping wet from the pain.
Bondage isn't just rope. It's more than just corporal punishment. Bondage is a way of controlling someone by getting inside their head, their heart and their soul. Once I've had a minute to analyze India she is like putty in my hands.
The recent election has Lorelei Lee feeling like she needs to make a statement. It comes in the form of one of the most humiliating and degrading shoots she has ever been a part of. Even though she hears this kind of talk every day, men telling her in no uncertain terms what they would like to do to her body, she isn't prepared for how it feels to be stripped naked, laid bare, and tormented so directly.
"Smile, honey. We can all tell by the way you carry yourself that your uptight, liberal twat is begging for a good fuck. You should be happy to have a stud grab you by the pussy and make you feel like a woman. It doesn't matter if you are happy or not, though, cause you are so pretty when you cry."
Lorelei could have kept taking that cock, but as fun as that is for all of us, we have something else in mind. Tears stream freely down Lorelei's face as London River drives needles into her toes. Her body is immobilized but she has just enough freedom of movement to be wracked with heaving sobs.
Hell, she's probably done it to a person or two herself, being a switch. But now that we think about it, that makes this whole thing more fun, too. She is experienced.
This is the continuation of the visual spectacle that was Bondage in the Sand. I love these beautiful location clips.
On one of my many adventures, I've found myself in White Sands, Utah. Only this time I am joined by another exotic beauty. I've decided I want to tie her up in the sands and fuck her. As my deft hands work the rope, I can feel her shaking with excitement. She loves to be tied up and exposed out in the world like this. By the time I'm done tying her up, her pussy is soaked and ready for my hands. The contact of the coarse sand against her pussy in contrast with my soft hands drives her to loudly moan across the desert. Anyone could hear us out here. There are no walls, no beds, no rooms- just me and this hungry slut out here showing her pussy to the world. I don't know if I'll ever untie her. I may just leave her out here, exposed and dripping, to whoever may come along.