You've been away far too long. Los Angeles didn't sit well with you, did it? I'm sure it left much to be desired. You are far too advanced for that society. You do not belong among them. Leaving that trap was for the best.
You've come back home to your people. We understand you. We understand your deviant proclivities. You don't have to explain your desire to be tied up tightly, or your need to feel what's it like to not be able to escape. Helplessness is a prized state of mind - that is obvious in these parts. We are aware of your craving to be tossed around, masturbated upon, used as a piece of furniture, only to later be bent over and taken from behind. There's no need to spell out the subtleties of the art of teasing, or the boldness of the whip. These matters are well understood here. You are home.
Your reintegration process begins slowly, methodically. A modified ball tie ensures that your mobility is very limited. But I know you need more. I know you need your small freedoms to be removed one by one. First it's your tongue - clamped and stretched to your knees. Then your pussy lips are clamped and stretched out to your toes. These additions are made to place you in the correct frame of mind. You are here because I want you here. You are here to be played with however I see fit. You are not to move.
Stage two of this welcome home party has you worm tied and suspended. What's it like to be used as a piece of suspended furniture? What's it like to physically support someone who is cumming their brains out while you hang there, suspended in both time and space. At my disposal.
Finally, if I know of any way to celebrate the return of a cohort, it's to welcome them with pain and objectification. Tied with your hands around your neck, as if your are choking yourself, your pussy is exposed and for the taking. That wouldn't be nearly as fun, though, without indoctrinating you first with pain. I know what you are here for. I know why you came back. If you merely wanted fucking, you would have stayed in that plastic city. You didn't. You came back home. And home is where the bondage is.
Katarina is still here! She is one of our top HuCows, and she is very popular with our members for her enormous natural udders. Katarina has been milked for many years (not just by us) and she has really grown used to the HuCow treatment. She is quite docile (sometimes still a bit wild), and she loves her huge cowbell. Katarina plays with her udders a lot, massaging them to keep them in top shape. She likes swinging her udders and making her cowbell clang very loudly. Today she is going on the red cow milker. Quite a hard session for Katarina’s sensitive nipples, so we add some distraction with a magic wand. Keeping cows stimulated and aroused can really help to increase their production and it will also help them to start associating milking with pleasure, so their minds are more ready for the transformation into the barn life.
The problem with hanging upside down, as Elise Graves is quickly finding out, is that it is extremely disorienting. It is bad enough when it is a suspension, but she finds herself at the mercy of Cyd Black, with a box around her, unable to even see what he is planning on doing to her already tender ass and feet. They have already seen a bit of action and she is not quite ready for more.
Cyd is no more kind than he is patient. She thinks that coming out of the box means something good must be about to happen. She can't imagine how things could get worse. It doesn't matter, though, because Cyd can and he will show her. The best thing that is going to happen to her today involves getting vibrated until she is screaming for it to stop. After that it will be nothing but increasing torments.
The most brutal part of her predicament doesn't even look that bad, at first. The two chains that run to her are just a few links too short in either direction to let her get comfortable. In her ass is a giant pear, and as she moves away from that chain it pulls taut and pushes it at painful angles. To her nose Cyd has attached another ring, so that when she moves toward her back end it will stretch her septum.
The pear in her ass keeps her from sitting down, the one in her mouth from lying on her face. And because of the box around her torso she can't even use her arms for balance. It is painful, humiliating, and frustrating to be so helpless and so sore. All she can do is cry to herself and hope for it to end.
My friend Murphy said she had a job for me. I just had to sneak into this guys house and knock him out. Pretty simple, not too different from other jobs I'd done. He knew I was coming. I don't know how. Maybe Murphy set me up. First he made me knock myself out. When I came to I was strapped down to a board. He removed my clothes. He touched me in ways only my boyfriend should. He chokes and slaps me then gets the hitachi magic wand giving me multiple orgasms. When I wouldn't comply with his demands he hurt me. His torments only got worse until I agreed to be obedient. Straps a dildo to his knee and makes me ride it untill i come again. Now he only hurts me when I don't do what he says. He makes me do things... sexual things... for his pleasure... I'm his sex slave.
Maybe Indica needs to be tied up so that everyone else can get some rest. Later there's some concern she might move around, so eventually she's left hogtied and secured to the table.
Tracey reads her instruction while more water then takes down a picture off the wall to reveal an enema bag full of 2 litres of liquid. After raising her skirt Tracey removes her pants and fastens a spreader bar between her ankles with leather straps then inserts the enema plug and allows the liquid to fill her. Once the enema bag is empty Tracey fastens an elastic belt around her middle to increase her discomfort of both the enema and her full bladder then padlocks her leather wrist cuffs to an ice release that is padlocked to the end of a winch. Tracey then presses one of the buttons on a remote control and allows her arms to be pulled up above her by the winch then tries the other button to lower her arms but finds it doesn’t work and begins to struggle. Tracey is now left with her discomfort steadily increasing and no means to stop it until the ice release melts.
Miranda Miller is trapped in a dungeon. She knows not where she is. Her captor has dressed her and applied her makeup, but he hasn't been seen for many hours. Her legs are tired and the drool just keeps pouring from her gagged mouth.
It's all about learning to share your toys. Bella Rossi is the toy and she is going to get passed around quite a bit today, by a trio of panty-sniffing perverts. PD, OT and Elise Graves are all here and they all want a piece of this classic beauty. She has an ass that is perfect for smacking, caning, whipping, and more. Her tits are big enough to make tempting targets for more of the same.
Age before beauty, so PD gets the first crack at her. He is the one that strips her out of that pretty little dress she's wearing and gives us the first good look at her body. He also becomes the first to lay his hands on her. Her tits are soft and sensitive, she cries out when he pinches down on her nipples. She pleads with her eyes as he drags her around by them.
OT's the first one to lay the whip across her ass and start raising some welts on her backside. She jiggles and wriggles to try to keep him from hitting the same place too many times but his aim is too good and the large wooden frame doesn't give Bella much room for escape.
Elise gets to handle her for the finale, though. Bella should be happy to not have to stand but the fact that she is hooded and on all fours just doesn't make her feel that much better. It shouldn't either. Of the three of them it is clear that Elise plans on becoming the most intimate with Bella. She strips away the panties and exposes Bella's holes. That's where the fun is going to happen for her, inside of Bella, body and mind.