Vyxen is swamped. She has so much work do to and not enough time. Sounds familiar, right? When her man stops by the office, with a bag of new sex toys, Vyxen becomes annoyed and tells him to leave and he does, but only for a moment. You see Richie has a plan, a plan to help alleviate some of Vyxens stress and play one of her favorite games.
At some point we're going to have to untie Endza, probably put some clothes back on her, and turn the cameras off.But for right now we're going to keep enjoying making her suffer..
Lilly’s Master knows her body so well, he know all her trigger points and just what to do to send her screaming over the edge with pleasure. Her orgasms are so intense, that her body shakes with desire and need. How she loves to please him and pleasure him…
Bondage is just fine when the girl is passive and does as she's told, but there is something just a little more exciting about a woman who will try to pull herself free from her shackles.
Dr. Starla loves to toy and torment her patients. She loves to explore their bodies and watch them as their excitement grows. The more excited they become, the more excited our good Doctor becomes. But it’s not until they beg for release that we see the true evil that is “Starla”.
Two Eastern European communist chicks have stolen some emeralds from the Nazis during WWII and are on the run. One gets captured by this lesbian Nazi chick and tortured into revealing the location of the gems. The other escapes to her cousin's house, but her cousin turns out to be pretty messed up and blackmails the girl into becoming her personal slave in return for not turning her over to the Gestapo. The cousin also makes the girl tell her where the emeralds are hidden. When the Nazi chick gets to the place where the emeralds are supposed to be stashed, she finds that they have already been taken by the cousin. Conveniently though, the cousin has left a map to her house at the site (good move) and so the Nazi and the first girl decide to track them down. The cousin and her slave make a break for it, with the emeralds hidden in a rather uncomfortable place. Will they be able to avoid capture by the lesbian Nazi? Will the Russian army get there in time to save them? Will there be a ridiculous amount of gratuitous nudity? Only one way to find out. Not being able to escape certain dangers in the war's end, a beautiful young woman will soon learn the lessons of survival, how hide hide friends, and keep her enemies as close as possible - especially beautiful ones.
Have you ever just wanted to fuck someone good and hard. Just tie them up, sit on their face and ride like there’s no tomorrow. Your cum dripping on their face. They are nothing more then a live fucking machine, there for your pleasure and entertainment and nothing else. How exquisite!
When Elise Graves talks about how much she, like, loves being, like, a part of anything that can, like, feed her cravings for, like, submission. She is not, like, kidding. She may not know how to say it, but the way her pussy gets wet for pain proves it well enough. PD takes one look at her and goes straight to work. There is no need to warm her up or get her ready. From the first stroke to the last, his canes are flying at full . Nothing he does to her is going to be half-assed. Elise wanted the full experience so PD will give it to her. By the time she has cum for the first time she is already sobbing and the great part is that she is begging for more. But PD has a masterpiece in store for her. Elise is strapped to a wheel and below it is a freezing cold tank of water. She has a deep fear of drowning. Being tied, helplessly, and then lowered into the cold is almost enough to give her fits. It leaves her gasping for air and praying for it to stop.
Welcome Dixon Mason. I am glad that you are here. Even though I consider you a friend, I'd like to get to know you better. So I ask you some questions. "Do you believe that bondage allows for a more true expression of the self?" You explain that, for you, bondage creates a space where you feel able to express feelings that might otherwise be difficult, unacceptable, problematic, or too just vulnerable. The bondage creates a safe space to roam where you usually don't. It might seem funny to remember those words you spoke as you are zip-tied to the front of a cage with a leather hood over your head, your panties pulled down, and some bitch biting the fuck out of your tits. Or when you're tied bent-over the back of a chair, legs for the taking, head locked in place, and your tits swinging with each stroke of the cane. I know I laughed at the hilarity. The clarity. The hilarious clarity. Irony. Dichotomy. Free to express only when you can't physically move. "What, then, do your bondage expressions say about your own inner self?' I feel we finally arrived at a bit of clarity for you. Your sobbing suspended body would at times be overtaken with bitter tantrum rage. This seems important for you to be able to express. To let it out. You felt that sex in general can allow for a truer, more vulnerable expression of the self. Your response to the suspended, hair-tied, ball-gagged ass fucking was very honest. I appreciate it. Are you still my friend?
Nyssa is still having some issue with teasing all the boys. How will she ever learn that, that is just not ok? Well, David, our Master Rigger seems to think he has the answer. A lesson or two, maybe three and some mind blowing orgasms. That should be enough to let Nyassa know it’s just not nice to tease boys.