Mina is wearing a mesh catsuit by Noir Handmade, she is bound up against a brass pole while tightly laced in her purple lambskin Gwendoline Hood and Purple laced Armbinder. She is up onto her knees and a number of belts is added to hold her in place.
It seems that Lomp's favorite slave, Sheril, who was a dominatrix before, thought she'd better disappear without a trace. Lomp took his anger out on the otherwise stolid receptionist of the dominatrix studio. Notice: It can be observed that the plastic-covered tip of the cane strikes the boobs a few times. It causes extreme pain and immediate . The model terminates the shooting with the safe word several times and we had to suspend torturing her boobs due to the bad condition of her breasts and severe nipple pain. The breasts turned very colorful by the next day and it is a pity that Pinky didn't agree to showing the photos, probably for vanity reasons.
Hot models with naked boobs and with beautiful bodies plus big man in black t-shirt. Their tied up with ropes - hands and legs on the floor. Gag in their mouth. Professional bondage, domindation, suspension and hogtie for a horny girls with big tits in the basement.
Erika Sevilla is put on full display in front of a huge public crowd, there's even policemen with shotguns there! Luckily she makes it out and is then dragged to a random gas station where she is instructed to offer full service to all the surprised customers. No tips for this pathetic whore! To further humiliate this bondage slut we take her to an internet cafe and shame her live on skype! Finally this dirty slut gets dicks, pizza, and cum shoved and rubbed all over her sorry face!
Worm Cave: Summer Hart is transported to the lair of the Worm Master. He feeds on the bodies beautiful women who his minions capture, strip, bind, and season with an apple and carrot.
Sleep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.
The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask.
The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so she is on all fours.
For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my cock.
Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my stomach -- I know this drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching through the grate he locks the shackles together.) He slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.
I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. He yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.
I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t help but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
It's all about Ashley Lane's amazing body today. This babe has a lot of assets we plan on taking advantage of. Girls get their nipples and clits pierced to increase their sensitivity
Slutty Syren De Mer is the perfect sex slave, but is selfish and only serves her own cunt. When she fails to train the newbie know nothing slut Katerina Kay we take away her slave collar And her orgasm privileges. Orgasm denial is pure torment for a squirting MILF whore like Syren, so she gets right on her task. Unfortunately the sadistic Butler won't let her have it that easy, and bangs her trapped cunt in bondage while she tries to teach a gagged Katerina the House Rules. To make matters worse, Butler Bill has a penchant for stretching holes, and soon has his massive fist crammed in Syren's tight pussy, causing her to lose control and squirt all over the furniture.
Katerina is a good slut and soon shows that she know's the rules while enduring a deep pounding in front of all the guests. Syren is pleased to earn her collar back, but is a strict senior slave and sets to making Katerina sweat in a reverse cow girl fuck to prepare the Butler's cock for her ass. Syren is a true anal slut, and will not be satisfied until Bill's cock is deep in her ass she has her own face face deep in Katerina's butt, licking her sweet asshole.
Truly, Syren is one of the finest MILF sex slaves we have on hand, and she has delivered a perfect performance as both senior slave and slutty anal submissive. Thank you ladies!
The grass, the trees, the pond, the dove. We come together to celebrate love. To cast out the anger, the fear, and the strife. We come here to celebrate life.
Evil threatens and conspires to break. The love and the life we struggle to make. It claws at our bodies and tears at our minds. With metal and wood our souls it binds.
Suffering comes and suffering goes. When it will stop nobody knows. We scream, we cry. We fight and we beg.
The life we knew is gone for good. Our minds are cracked and stiff as wood. These demons played to their hearts content. Until our minds and bodies were bent.
The good sub does more than just obey commands and expect orgasms. The good sub delights in her master using her body, whether to give her pleasure or pain. The good sub is a pet, certainly, to be cared for, but a toy, also, to be played with. Electra Rayne is a good sub.
Other subs may have little collars of leather or lace, adorned with little ornaments befitting their station in life. Electra's is made of cold, iron pipes, heavy as a yoke, and she wears it proudly for O.T., to show her dedication to serving him.
Other subs also get the privilege of being fucked, but that isn't in the cards for Electra, at least not today. Instead she is going to perform for him, in all of the ways that she has been trained. When she is bent over, her ass in the air, being by Mr. Pogo, she doesn't complain or struggle. Instead she just takes it, accepting her fate as a single tear rolls down her face. She gave up her will and her agency a long time ago. Every good sub does.