She is screaming like she doesn't enjoy it, but that's not the sound we want to hear today. We're going to find the kind of pain that turns her on so we can hear her moan like the true masochist she is.
Sure, the first few strikes don't seem so bad, but we're going to keep increasing the intensity until you make the decision. You only have to stay on there for a second or so and we'll be satisfied.
Kitty Dorian is surpised at how much she likes bondage!
Kitty doesn't know what she's gotten herself into. When the soft hemp coils it's way around her neck she stands stoically hoping she was anywhere, but here. The more tied she gets, the more annoyed she seems. OT wants to hear her though. He wants her to suffer. When she's bent over the wooden saw OT finally finds what will make her sing. To get Kitty to vocalize her discomfort he's going to need to whip her harder. She screams and moans at the punishment. Then he makes her beg. All this time OT thought Kitty wasn't having a good time. Maybe it was all just a ploy to get him to keep hitting her harder. Her dripping cunt finally betrays how much she's loving it. Then come the beautiful tears. They flow freely and without reservation. Kitty is in love!
Nick Moreno arrives ready to punish Aysha. First of all, he ties her up while she's wearing very few clothes and leaves her in a rickety building by herself. When he comes back, she knows she's gonna have a hard time but she also know that she's gonna get fucked in a way that will make her climax quite a few times.
Trips to the county fair are always resourceful. The animals are wonderful and there is that undertone of care and love they receive. The tools of husbandry are especially interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table.
It is with such delight and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a black latex smother hood stretched over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I inserted a couple rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise.
My knees are catching me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable ass hook he seems to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting.
I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness.
Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I finally inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy -- my body tingles and trembles.
Are both barefoot and dressed in white tops and jeans as they sit on the floor at the bottom of a stairway; they're also both securely bound with duct tape!
Can barely move but strains resolutely against her silvery bonds and murmurs unhappily, especially after her top's sliced open to expose her jutting breasts!
Their wrists and arms confined by microfoam tape that also frames their breasts, the tape- gagged pair stands nervously as they await their orders; to their dismay, they must turn and face each other and thrust their breasts together!