Dee runs a boot camp for bitches. Marina is her newest recruit, one in desperate need of some obedience training. Dee puts her through the paces, teaching her to stretch, suck and fuck on command, but that is just the easy part. The man in the iron mask comes to mind. Shackled, hobbled and blind, she only needs to obey the commands she hears to save herself from the suffering. Keeping her concentration isnt that easy when there is current running through her cunt, though. The best she can manage, in the end, is screaming at the top of her lungs for mercy. And PD has his own, advanced, program for her. He will teach her pussy control in a whole new way. The training exercise is difficult and the punishment for failure is intense. If she has any hope of passing she has to learn from her mistakes quickly.
Otto put in a special request for this type of girl and we can't disappoint our clients so, we got her. We have her strung up on display for him to explore and have his way with. It takes a little time for her to warm up to Otto's level of intensity but, even if she doesn't, it's ok. He is here for one thing, and it doesn't matter to him if she likes it or not. Her role is to suffer and take cock, that's it. Let's see how she does...
Sosha Belle loves being tied up. The moment the ropes go on her body she begins to smile. Once she's helpless her dress is removed to reveal a body to drool over. What is there to do to a body like that? Punish it of course. Matt makes quick work of it with the flogger. Then comes the nipple play. The tears drip sweetly down Sosha's face as Matt plays with her nipples. He canes her tits and then comes the flogger again. She closes her eyes and moans into the gag and her tits are beaten over and over again. The hogtie Matt puts her in makes her back arch like a contortionist. Then the vibrator goes to town. With her arms in reverse prayer and pulled up to the pulley she's going nowhere. Then Matt pulls the floor out from under her and she goes flying!
The darkness has a certain smell to it. The air is damp, musky, stale. Alone! Static emerges from the background filling the gaps. Cold - so very cold. Pain, fullness, light. Screaming. Someone... something is screaming crying - terror. A butchered animal? The screaming, it’s me! Locked to the floor by a metal device in my ass. A small television hisses. I wake, groggy. How had I gotten here, when, why, who brought me? The television begins to speak. I’m here to entertain. To prove myself. To suffer. I can do this! I will survive. I will endure. These unseen masters will get their show. I will degrade, defile, and debase myself for them. Whoever they are!
We start off with having this sexy MILF blindfold and handcuff herself. It is always once when the toy does all the work for you. Once she has rendered herself wrapped up, we manhandle this slut a little before before dropping her to her knees. She goes down easily, she knows her place. The blindfolds cuts off her vision, all she can do is worship the dick in front of her.
Once we have warmed up her throat a little, we flip her over doggy style and slide right in. Her handcuffed hands make the perfect handle to drive her deeper onto the dick. The blindfold is removed so that we can see her eyes bulge as the cock owns her holes. Once we have reshaped her pussy, we pick her up and throw her own on the fuck stool, belting her down in place.
Once she is properly restrained, we open the floodgates. Both ends are deliciously exposed, and we make full use of this bag of holes. Back and forth, filling her balls deep as she cums and drools upon the cock. Brutal deepthroat makes this MILF’s eyes glaze over. By the time we are done, Veronica is a twitching puddle of well fucked flesh, held up only by her bondage.
Tegan is a bit stuck. She's caught in the middle of two posts. Her arms are stretched as wide as they'll go. Her legs are pulled out at an angle that aches. She's just about as vulnerable as a woman can be. Or so she thinks. The addition of a blindfold and gag make her predicament even more intolerable. Then comes the removal of her clothes.
Matt can't help himself. Tegan has an ass that requires touching. The moment it is exposed he smacks it. He turns it pink. Matt is far from done. He exposes her tender little nipples and weighs them down. It's clear she likes her treatment.
Matt wants Tegan to to suffer. He stretches her between her posts with a crotch rope and nipple clamps. The weights that hang on the ropes pull her nipples out painfully. The rocks tug on her sensitive cunt. The vibrator only makes the situation worse as the makes her wiggle.
Jade is fit to be tied. She would be able to get away from the pain Dee has in store for her, but fortunately she cant quite reach the place where her rope is secured. Shes a defiant little cunt but Dee is confident that she can make her scream. The cane gets quite a reaction but not quite the one Dees looking for, so she keeps pushing more pain. Jade doesnt seem to mind, too much, though. Every one of the torments makes her pussy wet and so after each one Dee makes her orgasm, preparing her for the next round. As the pain and degradations go further the orgasms become even more intense.
It was a fine Saturday evening for a cruise in our city. The weather was perfect, the streets weren’t crowded and we thought it’d be sexy to go for a cruise before the sun starts setting. I Love being bound and gagged in the car. More so because when I’m bound and gagged in the car, it’s not for me and my pleasure, but for me to be his sexy little bound slut in the back seat. It’s one of those moments where I know that once I’m tied up, I can’t tap out. I just have to ride it out until we get there. Wherever that is. I was tied in the back seat, sitting with my legs crossed. My elbows were crushed behind my back and my neck was pulled to my feet with a ball gag strapped tight to keep me quiet. It was really nice in the beginning but turned very uncomfortable, very fast. From every bump in the road to each turn, to every stop and go. I felt everything. Another 15 minutes go by and I start searching for comfort. Those sounds of searching for comfort then turn to cries of struggling. I look up at Martin every once in a while, hoping he’d realize that I needed out but all this was doing was making him smile as he watched me from the rear view mirror. And that smile, is why I love being bound and gagged in the back seat.