When people see pain coming they always brace for it. It helps them absorb the blows a bit. But when they are completely blind and so many parts of their body are exposed there is no way to prepare.
This video of Llela is powerful as she submits to all of Alebeards pain games. Her tears are so beautiful and well, sexy. Spanking, paddling, whipping and caning for this slave.
“Spreader Bar Kama Sutra” Julie Kay’s boyfriend thinks she is too timid in bed and can use some instruction. He books her a Fetish Training session with King Noire to open her up to being more sexual. King collars her and she immediately lets go and allows her body to be controlled by her desires and his willingness to satisfy them. Spankings suit her as her breathing becomes heavier with each swipe across her ass and lash of his tongue. Starting to work his way towards her inner thigh he straps her legs in with a spreader bar and cuffs both of her hands to the wall. King tastes and teases Julie with a feather flogger and metal spur juxtaposing two sensations that sends rushes of goose bumps down her legs. When he slides his long thick strength inside of her she stares into his eyes and feels that timidness give way to pleasure. Every position, movement and angle King maneuvers finds a spot her boyfriend has never touched. They ride the wave and cum hard, leaving a mess for her boyfriend to clean up when she gets home. If she lets him.
Today's installment of Real Time Bondage is a little bit special. Typically we would show you the things we like to do to our models, but right now we want to help you figure out how you might want to play with a sub of your own. That's why today's show is just us showing off our favorite gags and telling you all about the goods and bads of each of them, so it's easier for you to find what you're looking for in a gag.
Our sexy model, Violet Monroe, spends the entire time tied up in a chair with no clothes on, showing off her smoking body as much as the gags our handlers are having her try on. Matt Williams and O.T. give her piece after piece to show off, including a wide array of ball gags, a leather gag, and even some made of metal. Each of our handlers tells the audience their favorite choice and why they picked it. The crown jewel of the show is a gag that fits inside the mouth with no strap, made special for our purposes at Insex On Demand.
This video of Llela is powerful as she submits to all of Alebeards pain games. Her tears are so beautiful and well, sexy. Spanking, paddling, whipping and caning for this slave.
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Hitachi, Nipple Suction, Orgasm, Over The Knee, Panty Gag, Rope Bondage, Single Tail, Spanking, Whip
Video language: English
Nothing says party time like seeing a hot woman bound on the floor when you walk in. Jack Hammer sees Paisley Parker sitting there, wrapped in rope, and doesn't even say “Hello” before pulling up a chair and getting down to business.
It's nothing personal, the way he treats her. It's not that he doesn't like her. It's just that he likes her so much more when she is suffering. Something about the way she whimpers is such a turn on. Pull her hair, hear her squeak. Smack her ass, see her jump. Grip her tightly, feel her struggle. She is a wonderful toy to play with, and Jack's happy to have her all to himself.
Paisley pretends that she doesn't enjoy it, but give her a bit of time with the vibrator and her true colors shine through. She's cumming without a care in the world in a matter of minutes. She wants to get off, and she knows that a bit of pain and punishment is the perfect precursor to pleasure.
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.