Aqua’s request for bondage play with Saran Wrap gets Jasmine’s personalized Fetish Training touch! Before meeting her need to be wrapped tight, Jasmine makes her senses soar with spanks & strokes from some of her favorite toys. Once her body is warm and tingling, she is delicately wrapped & teased in Saran Wrap raising her temperature while restricting her movement; leaving her body to be smacked, choked, fondled and waxed by the Queen of Kink!
This was it…I was finally going to have a voyeuristic experience. It’s something that I’d thought of doing while in Amsterdam, but just never got up the nerve. As I waited, I wondered what she’d look like. She was stunning. I was immediately drawn to her laugh, her smiles, her love of champagne, her endearing awkwardness and just how overly polite she was. My favorite moments were not what I expected. It wasn’t the nudity or the sex. It wasn’t the filming or watching her get collared. It was the chess game full of wit and a little smack talking. It was the intimacy and passion in each kiss. I couldn’t take my eyes away as she tried on each piece of lingerie and posed for pictures. King Sir wanted her in black…I preferred the burgundy, but it was no matter…as nothing stayed on for long. I expected to be excited. I expected to be aroused. I didn’t expect to hate the intrusion of the camera. I didn’t expect the envy or the longing. I envied how natural this was for both of them…how sure they were in their skin, how comfortable with their nakedness. I loved watching her wrap her lips around his cock, sloppy, wet, gagging and choking. I loved watching him jerk the chain and drizzle wax on her. While I wasn’t convinced of her submission, I appreciated her experimentation. As I stood in the corner, I felt aroused yet adrift. I wanted to be there caressing, nibbling, feeling the heat of the wax, the smack of the paddle. I wanted to explore her… to explore him…to be explored. My breathing sounded loud to me as her panties were removed and I stifled a moan as her bottom was bared and the smoothness of her mons was made visible to my eyes. Fascinated, I saw that from behind - with her legs splayed, I could see the dark crevice of her pussy, King Sir’s cock seemed to be nodding at it as it bounced slightly… as if in anticipation of what was to come. But not yet. King Sir took time to savor her, lapping hungrily between her thighs, nuzzling greedily at each pierced nipple. He positioned himself and I clearly saw his prick slide smoothly into her. He let out a deep sigh and she held her breath momentarily, clearly wondering if she could take him in. No fantasies, no porn had prepared me for the dance to which I would bear witness…he pulled back, exposing most of his cock which was now shining as if dipped in cream…he rammed back into her with a slap and she let out a deep grunt as she was jerked forward by the thrust, then was reduced to stifled little gasps as he did it again and again. The rawness of it was shocking in its beauty. And it took everything in me not to touch myself…to remember they were working and I was merely there as witness, voyeuse. There were so many times I wanted them to finish, to be done with it…to leave, so that I could lick my hand, plunge it down my panties and slip a finger inside me, imagining I was her and that King Sir was plunging into me…or that I was displayed in my naked glory while she savored me, devoured me and taught me to submit. The finish came on the balcony, with the lights of Las Vegas Blvd and the Bellagio fountains in the background…that’s a wrap…the packing of gear…the opening and closing of a bathroom door…the sounds of a quick shower. Cast and crew out, off to other endeavors, other explorations. Voyeuse alone and aroused, nipples stiff, panties wet with juice, as if it had all been extended foreplay…an exercise in edging…and now it was my turn.
I decided to do a conglomerate update this week showing the first contact and a couple of trial shoots with Marina. This is how it all starts with most new models.
In the third and final installment of Dresden's live feed, she is in for the most brutal and disgusting humiliation of her life. We here at Real Time Bondage have had a great time with her for this feed and won't soon forget it, so we need to make sure she won't either. And after what we put Dresden through today, it isn't likely that she will be able to, even if she might try her best.
First, Dresden needs to relieve herself, so we take out the metal bucket and she crouches over it to do just that, but it isn't happening for her. Who knew girls can get pee shy too? She tries and tries, but after fifteen minutes all she's been able to get out is a weak stream while she giggles and sighs at the frustration. Then, suddenly, she regains her confidence and gets done what she needed to do, with a little help from O.T. using a hitachi to vibrate her stomach. Dresden is already so humiliated from her failure to perform one of the most basic human functions, but we haven't even gotten involved yet, so we decide to make that a little bit worse.
We suspend Dresden upside down by her ankles, her legs spread and her arms tied behind her back. Then we place a fish bowl under her and lower her head down into it. She says it feels weird, like everything she says aloud sounds like Darth Vader. Then the fun really starts. We pour the metal bucket she took her pitiful piss in into her fish bowl so that she is swimming in her own piss from the top of her head to her nose, we even dump some mushy banana to make it feel even more gross for her. Then we take out the celebrator vibrator and see just how good we can make her feel while she's feeling so bad.
This is a club of pain and suffering, torture and humiliation !!! There is everything to satisfy your most cherished desires. These wonderful models will show what they are capable of. No one will leave unsatisfied !!!! And the bacchanalia will begin ...
In previous shoots, we left Mercy's freshly pierced nipples, more or less alone. This time he has no such restrictions. Alebeard takes this opportunity to destroy our painsluts tiny funbags with his nasty, leather strap. Its going to slam down over and over, causing true and exquisite distress. How could we know that in less than 5 minutes, he could cause such agony, that our little nymph would quickly implode. He had to try, he just had to. A short but very powerful clip.
Or asked for. Despite her name, Mercy doesn't really want us to show her mercy. She wants to be used, abused like a piece of meat, to have her dignity stripped by whips, paddles and cocks. She wants the entire world to see her taut body quivering in fear, and her face screaming in agony. She wants to be a Paintoy.