Cherie DeVille is just another pretentious model who thinks she is too good for the world. She agreed to do a shoot with PD but has the unmitigated gall to try to make demands of him. He asks her for some simple things: a bit of respect and obedience. What he gets instead is an endless stream of complaints.
“Oh, the rope is too tight,” she says, between sobs and tears. She thought that he was paying her to look glamorous and hang around, but it takes a lot more than that to make her worth what he paid. She needs to learn to make some compromises to satisfying a paying client. She will need some intense training, but you don't just throw a girl this hot away.
Hazel Hypnotic told us she was tired right around the 6 hour mark of our live feed. She has 18 more hours to suffer through but we figure she should be allowed to get in a quick nap before the torment continues. We are just merciful like that. Or we saw a completely new way to get inside of her head. Her sleeping bag is as tight as they get, a sack, really, with several straps to keep her from moving about. A hood blacks out the room for her. She would be able to sleep quite peacefully if we were willing to let her. There are little ports that we can use to access her tits, perfect for attaching electrodes, in fact. The stimulus makes her cry out quite a few times. We don't even have to sit there and monitor her. PD just hooks it to an automatic timer and her persistent exclamations let us know that it is still working.
Who thinks of using velcro hair rollers as sex toys? I do, for sure. I have already tried several kind of brushes, I thought those curlers were similar. I was right, I had a very painful insertion session with many orgasms.
Bonnie Day has a hot date to get to, so Jack Hammer is going to have to be quick. That means no breaks, no time to recover, and no playing around. He wants to put her through some rigorous ties and if he's going to keep his promise that it "won't take too long" she is going to have to deal with switching positions, tension points, and predicaments rapidly. This is intense, technical rope bondage at its finest.
Everyone needs rest. It is hard for Hazel Hypnotic to keep on going when we are so persistent in wearing her out. We give her a bit of time to sleep, a few hours of a nap while we collect our thoughts, then wake her up with a bucket full of water to the face. She is barely conscious when we move on to the next set of entertaining torments. We will wake her up pretty quickly, though. Once the adrenaline begins to flow she will perk right up. The first few whip lashes bring her back to the real world. Once she is all the way with us again we have a few needs that she needs to meet. PD wants his cock sucked. The members want to see some more tears. The rest of our crew just wants to make her scream. The stocks we stick her feet in give us a good chance to work her over. It makes for a bit of a rude awakening, but if we were really all that concerned with how she felt we wouldn't be doing our job.
Meet Abbybot. She is the next generation of pleasure toy, delivered right to OT's door. She may look, feel, and even react like a real person, but she is just an object, and one that he owns, which means that he can use her however he sees fit.
I'm sure there are plenty of men out there who would look at Abbybot's body and decide that she is the perfect fuck-doll. They would spend day and night plowing the tight pussy or asshole on this beautifully equipped and perfectly obedient slave. But for the BDSM enthusiast Abbybot is so much more than just holes. She is the perfect submissive. She feels everything, she obeys everything, she takes anything, and unlike a real person, OT doesn't have to worry about safe words, hard limits, or taking things too far.
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. That is the situation Hazel Hypnotic finds herself in when PD hooks electrodes to her pussy, ties her toes so that he can cane her feet, and sits her down so her tits are exposed. The iron case surrounding her skull is like an echo chamber. To us it may muffle her screams a bit, but for her each one rings back into her ears, louder than ever. The darkness, combined with the incredible sound, intensifies the terror of the unknown. It may seem counter intuitive to deny ourselves the pleasure of seeing her reactions and the ability to fuck with her pretty little face. But there is a method to our madness. When we let some light in she will be grateful. It will make her think things may get better. Taking that hope from her will hurt more than any other toy we have handy.
The House has two new slaves, pixie and tramp, and both slaves are used to being sexy girls that can please a man, but do they have what it takes to please the house? Both slaves are put through their positions, taught the meaning of bookends, and eventually work their way through to the pleasure service training. Tramp is a prodigious squirter, and is made to cum on the furniture and then taught to lick up every drop off the furniture. The Steward underlines the trade between pain and pleasure as he tortures pixies sensitive nipples in exchange for tramps face between her legs. Finally both slaves are faced with a ponderous task, to achieve orgasm without using their hands, feet, or mouths. The resulting scene is evidence that both sex slaves may be up to task.