Kicking off a new series instructional series on Bondage Junkies, Kaecie will be demonstrating a self-bondage session. Drawing from her experience of private sessions she explains the basics of how to tie yourself up and escape. Of course, no lesson is complete without a demonstration. With her keys across the floor, Kaecie has to struggle in her hogtie to reach them. It's a task that is more difficult than she expected.
Genres: BDSM, Caning, Dildo, Humiliation, Interrogation, Metal Bondage, Oral Penetration, Puppy Play, Pussy Caning, Strap On Sex, Urination, Whip
Video language: English
There are a few things left to do with our little pet, Kay Kardia. We know she doesn't have the best cock sucking ability to but that's OK, we can train her. London River straps on and starts going to town on her pussy while Rain reshapes her throat hole. Between the two of them they have Kay roasting on a spit and so close to cumming.
Usually when we interrogate a girl we like to use a bit of electricity, but for Kay we've decided to go in a different direction. Her pussy is nice. Too nice to leave it alone. We just toss her down right on her back, spread her legs wide open, and take aim on that bare snatch of hers with a few of our nastier implements.
The real problem that girls face when they have to answer our questions is that they never know what the right answer is. Too prudish and she's going to feel the sting. Lying is definitely a way to get herself hurt. But some of her truthful answers are not good enough to keep her from feeling the lick of the cane on her clit.
There are not many girls who walk through my door who own and actively wear their own chastity belt. So far her record was a month in the belt but I felt she could do better than that. Under the guise of a challenge, she locks herself in her belt and puts on her own harness gag. Once I cuff her elbows and wrists behind her back she's let in on the rules. For every minute she remains attached to the pole she spends a week in her belt. Just to make it interesting zip ties are added to her clover clamps. What fun is it if they slip off too easily? When she eventually loses Rachel promises to keep the belt on for her full sentence. What she doesn't know is while she wasn't looking I pocketed the keys to her belt. She'll be in for a nice surprise when her willpower starts to wane.
The world was black. I tried to feel around with my hands and feet as I was dragged into the room. The utter silence inside the thick leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been beaten before. I had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT though I didn't know what would happen.
The metal was cold against my skin. The pipe I was attached to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to kneel or sit. I could see him studying my body as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what devilish delights he might visit upon me.
The device is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and raises it to present my body in whatever position he wants it. It's so simple yet so cruel. When he finally approaches with the whip I can't help but flinch. I love the feeling on my skin, but the crack gets me every time. His aim couldn't be any better as my nipples and clit are the first to get his attention. My gratitude escapes my lips freely.
The contortions he put me in are only meant to display my body for his amusement. The suffering he imparts to me is pure bliss.
There probably isn't any bondage that Joy wouldn't enjoy. Suggesting a predicament, however, will get her to do anything. For this adventure, she starts off with a strappado and light chest harness to keep her semi-suspended. The real fun starts when the nipple clamps go on and are connected to a floor anchor without any slack. It doesn't take long before her arms want a break and she instinctively pulls up only to be sharply pulled back down. Joy eventually gets frustrated and tries to pull off the clamps to end her torment but finds she doesn't have the leverage, only a painful lesson is gained.
After several nights in the floor cage Lavender and Brina are pulled out. Lavender's mouth is so inviting so of course he sticks his dick in it. It just isn't as interesting as he thought it would be. A speculum goes in Brina's cunt and wires are attached. Shocks start pulsating through her sensitive gash. This provides more entertainment while he skull fucks Lavender. The endless entertainment provided by having two women in his stable continues when he has Lavender cane Brina's beautiful ass. If Lavender wants to sleep in a real bed she's going to have to really hurt Brina.
Before we torment a girl we sometimes like to get to know her. What we learned about Dixon Mason we probably should have guessed, though. She is incredibly sexual and loves to cum. Really, though, who doesn't? There is nothing surprising there.
What we do with that information, though, that is where the fun begins. You see, Dixon loves to play with herself, but especially to be teased. We love to play with her, and would hate to see her cum without a struggle. And since we have her so nicely bound and gagged, why not see just how close to the edge we can push her?
We have about a dozen different vibrators, innumerable dildos and a whole lot of time on our hands today. Dixon is going to face some serious orgasm denial before we decide it is time for her to finally cum. Or perhaps IF we decide it is time for her to finally cum.
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering.
The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs.
She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line.
Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
As Lilah read the instructions it seemed so easy. She was to cuff her legs to the chair along with her nipple clamps. Cuff her hands behind her back and shuffle over to the key. Once she'd locked herself up, the situation didn't play out as she expected. It turns out that trying to throw your weight towards the key while your nipples are attached to clamps isn't easy. As painful as it might be the key hanging across the room won't get her out by itself!
Hellish sheet: Torture of women, ie, breasts piercing needles and harpoons, so that the gushes, hanging goods (even buckets of water) to the boobs, tits nailing nails into planks, stitching the vagina and the infusion of liquids to expansion genitals huge iron objects, electric shocks and other obscurantis