Illustrious is neckroped, her wrists are bound behind her back, the spreader rake is removed, her panties are cut off and shoved in her mouth behind the cleave gag. I manhandle and slap her tits before adding some rope under her ass cheeks and tying her thighs very tightly. Her ankles are bound and then I turn her around and start smacking her shapely ass again and again. I step away for a bit, leaving her to ponder. I return and remove her neckrope and seat her in a chair.
She is a glamorous, golden-haired tying doxy. One of our favorites, in fact. She has been around us so lengthy that surprising her takes a bit greater quantity creativity, but that is alright.
Her condition has become more ingrained. She has been in the ass bar ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of play by shackling them to the back of the ass ring. Her ankles are shackled together, thus, her legs can afford her little balance. She is pushed into a crunch position and her only mobility is waddling on her ass. I am delighted that the monitoring system is fully implemented; now I can watch her from anywhere.
This is insufferable! My ass and back are constantly aching. How long have I been like this? I fear if I try to recline I will fall over and not be able to sit up again. I have shown no complaint or resistance to his machinations — I dare not. I think this strategy is working as he has not threatened me. He lavishly enjoys the perversity of this bondage and the way he manipulates me. It dominates my mind. I am utterly dependent on him. My isolation has turned my mind to only him — I look forward to his return, though this thought is abhorrent!
I am famished and thirsty — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to subscribe some purpose to this madness I suspect he wishes to control me in a more sophisticated manner; something beyond strength, coercion and sex. He obviously is maniacal and highly organized in in the methods he employs to terrorize me. This infernal bar he has locked on my head goes to the back of my tongue and has begun to rust from my saliva. The taste of iron is the only thing that wets my palate. The drooling is constant — I am so thirsty that I tip my head back and try to swallow it.
This discharge is not the worst though. Desperate to relieve myself I wiggled over to the iron grill he has chained me to and expelled a shit through the grate. I piss on the floor boards. Though it is a torturous effort I discovered that I can roll onto my back and then my side. This has to be positioned carefully for I can then use my tongue to lick up the piss.
I strap Harness ball Panel gag on Alison. I then unbutton her blouse and grope her for a while before leaving her to struggle on the floor. When I return, I lift he onto the bed and Untie her legs. I the add a rope cuff to each ankle. I put her on her stomach and the spread and tie her legs out and up the rings bolted to the wall. I then tie a rope to the back of her chest harness and pull her up and then tie it off to yet another ring. Next a rope is tied to the back of her gag and it is pulled back and tied to the same ring as her chest harness. I then grope and manhandle Alison a bit more before leaving her. At this point Alison can't really move at all. All she can manage is a few whimpers and twitches.
Olivia Fawn is about to learn that there is a cost for rampant flirtation. She can't just go through her life trying to make men want her for the attention. She needs to know that some men, strong men, are willing to do something about it.
One day last week there was a huge dent and a tail light broken out. After reviewing the tape I saw the perpetrator and her vehicle along with a plate. She backed into my van, stopped and looked, and then sped off.
The world was black. I tried to feel around with my hands and feet as I was dragged into the room. The utter silence inside the thick leather was deafening. I had no idea what to expect. I had been beaten before. I had worked for Paintoy where I was severely beaten. On Hardtied I was used sexually for pleasure. With OT though I didn't know what would happen.
The metal was cold against my skin. The pipe I was attached to was too low for me to stand straight, but too high for me to kneel or sit. I could see him studying my body as I struggled. His warped mind imagining what devilish delights he might visit upon me.
The device is more versatile than I could have ever imagined. He lowers it and raises it to present my body in whatever position he wants it. It's so simple yet so cruel. When he finally approaches with the whip I can't help but flinch. I love the feeling on my skin, but the crack gets me every time. His aim couldn't be any better as my nipples and clit are the first to get his attention. My gratitude escapes my lips freely.
The contortions he put me in are only meant to display my body for his amusement. The suffering he imparts to me is pure bliss.
Gabriella Paltrova is stuck in a cage in a dark dungeon and all she wants to do is go see the birds. She wants to be outside, in the open air, listening to them chirp in the sun.