Some of the members wanted to see a little bit more of Rebecca's long, lovely body and we were more than happy to oblige... So was she. She claims that she's been screwed by a machine and we'll just take her at her word... We got her to strip... no sense in wasting time. She started showing us that lithe little figure and then we bound her tightly... Rebecca was ready to get fucked and we were ready to make it happen. With her ankles up near her ears, Black Magic began to slam it's way home. Rebecca's moans filled the room as she was fucked soundly. She screamed her way to orgasm as we watched intently.
We all know that women are sexy. Tits, ass, cunt, face, everything about them is just so damn good. There's just something about their feet that are special. London River has some of the sexiest feet. They deserve special attention. First she's got to clean them, then she pampers them.
What can you do with feet? First they must be massaged. A nice deep rub that relaxes them for the torment they will suffer. Bastinado is applied liberally to London's sexy tootsies. Even her toes get a good hard stroke. Some hot wax warms them up and then flames set London ablaze.
She's so hott that she's got to rub one out, but her hands are bound nowhere near her pussy. Her heel will do. She rubs her desperate cunt on her foot till she's in . After a fun filled day of foot pampering there's nothing better than to slosh around in some mud with bare feet.
Welcome to Tied in Heels! Here you will find sexy girls tied up in sexy outfits and incredible High heeld shoes and boots! These beautiful ladies are dressed for distress wearing sexy costumes, skintight jeans, riding breeches and tights, skirts, turtleneck sweaters, tight business blouses, PVC catsuits, lingerie, stockings...and also nude, topless and even barefoot! We will also feature photo sets and offer video clips of the girls trying on thier high heels and boots and showing off thier fantastic bodies in thier amazing outfits!
The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs thick and copiously.
I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and sense of self have hopelessly failed.
I readied her with a tight clam tie and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of penetration surround the altar. Letting her stew for a couple hours will afford her the opportunity to amuse herself by imagining how they all will be used.
It was time for the trail. Blindfolded and guided by the rope cleaving her cunt she is yanked up the hill. Every step is a fright and her soles are jabbed by stubble and shale. Arriving at the grotto I bind her to a tree. Her skull hole is stuffed with two shop rags and sealed with packing tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her screams will barely be audible over the caw of the crows.
The crows are announcing a new arrival; the feast is at hand. Lets begin with some crimson life essence drawn as the whine of the mosquito fades in an out about her head.
In the barn, Sierra is put on a mattress covered with a black plastic cover. She's bound with her hands on her back and her feet pulled towards her neck, exposing her pussy. Mr Pogo, the dildo-on-a-stick, is used to fuck her cunt, after which she has to suck some cock and gets fucked from behind. Then, she's let to simmer for a bit with a hood on and a red ball gag in her mouth. After some fingering and vibrating action, she's taken out of the barn and into the woods. Naked and exposed she's first tied to a tree, and later to a stockade made from logs of wood. She receives a caning on her ass, and then it turned over, tied to the contraption with a hood on and a crotch rope running tight between her legs. All she has to do is wait for the bugs and the coyotes...
We've seen it time and time again in the media these days. The pretty girl shows up for her audition with the gross old producer⁄director. She's supposed to flirt or she's not going to get the part. The more she resists the more insistent he gets. He suggests they "rehearse" the kissing scene. His breath is disgusting.
Sasha just wanted to break into the industry. The producer was willing to get her a part in his movie, but she's not playing along with his little games. So he's got to get a little more aggressive. Once she's more relaxed and easier to control he makes his move.
As she sits locked in the shelf in the middle of the woods her predicament begins to set in. She has no choice, but to submit to his every whim. When he wants to penetrate her ass she complies. When he wants her to spin for him so he can whip every inch of her body she complies. When he wants her to cum all over the tree she has no choice but to comply.
"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.