Ashley Lane is someone you may not be familiar with. She is a hot redhead, though, and really, what more do you need to know? She bears all the hallmarks of a girl who is looking for a good time. Nipple piercings, a hood piercing, a short skirt and heels? She knows exactly what she came here for, even if she isn't going to come right out and say it. OT knows, too, though, and he's going to give it to her.
There's nothing worse than a tease, especially one that is faking it. Ashley makes disgusted faces when OT puts his hands on her. She screams and struggles whenever he's whipping or caning her. For a girl whose face and voice say how horrified she is to be handled like this, her body is telling a completely different story. He ignores all her protesting, checks her cunt, and finds her dripping wet. She doesn't even need a warm up when he starts to push Mr. Pogo inside of her. Seconds later she is having the first of many squirting orgasms. It's hard to fake innocence when you're cumming over and over again.
OT has a new toy on hand for her, too. Ashley never gets a good look at it but she becomes pretty familiar with how it feels inside of her. It vibrates faster than anything she's ever felt before and tears multiple orgasms from her sore and tired pussy. If she could bear down and bite her lip, or even struggle at all it may be a bit more tolerable, but OT has her suspended in a box with a ring gag holding her jaws open. She has nothing to hold on to, nothing to buck against, and no way to get her bearings. All she can do is suffer, scream, and cum.
Two people come to mind when I reflect back on the live show we did this night: “Jay” and “Carlo”. The short, tight dress I’m wearing was a gift from one and one of the things Martin did to me later in the show, was to remind me of the position I need to prepare myself for, for a custom the other had requested. The bare feet was per my request. My elbows are crushed, my mouth is silenced with a large ball gag and I’m tied in a leg-spread, ankles crossed, kneeling position on the table. A crotch rope is attached to an overhead point, my hair is pulled back to my elbows, and nipple clamps were biting on my tits. When the tie is complete, Martin hoists my pussy a little higher. You would think it was the rope between my legs that pushed me over the edge, when in fact, it was the humongous gag that was jammed in my mouth that only kept me from being able to swallow because my head was tied so far back! One of those things that would make me tap within minutes back when Martin first started tying me up.
In the final segment of her live feed, Abigail Dupree is going to put on a real show for us. We have some pretty specific ideas of what we'd like to have her do, but even after everything she's been through Abigail is still too proud for what we've dreamed up.
Martin drags me into the Playroom for cruel punishment and further questioning. He ties my hands above my head, ties my ankles crossed, then flogs me and makes me count the lashes. When I fail to keep count, Martin grows upset and gags me with the biggest ball gag. The one that hurts my mouth going in and hurts even more going out! He clamps my tits, hangs small weights on the chain, and makes me repeat count but I still cannot remember the number so raises me off the ground and now I am hanging by just my hands – in complete agony. I yell as best as I can to be let down but Martin ignores me and now he’s even more angry. He tries to get me to come clean but stick to my story. All of a sudden, I’m unsure what happened but Martin must have been so upset, he worked himself a heart attack and collapses at my feet! What am I going to do!?
Genres: One On One, Toys, Asian, Facial Cumshot, Spanking, Fetish, Lingerie, Fishnet, Brunette, Deep Throat
Video language: English
Cindy Starfall's fantasies of bondage are pushed to the limit, as her most sensitive parts are pinched and slapped. Yet still, she is expected to stay wet with desire, and to perform for her Master. Tears course down her smooth Asian cheeks as his cock is thrust ever deeper into her throat. Her only slight revenge is some toothplay on his foreskin, before she is brutally reminded that her pussy is for his pleasure, only, and that her only satisfaction will be found in the throbbing of her well used body, and the stain of his semen on her flesh.
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The sex slaves are willing to endure any amount of suffering, just to fulfill their whorish sexual appetite. Their pussies are dripping wet from being dominated and can't wait to be fucked. The slaves mouth's spill out drool from the ball gags or the hard cocks that have been fucking their throats
The bars give us hard points to bind them do, and they definitely keep them in place, but they also leave the girls wide open to whatever we want to see and do. It's the best of both worlds.
Whoever she says will probably be kind of flattered by it. No, it won't earn her any mercy from them, but at least they won't be angry. But the other person... the one she's least afraid of?
I was on my way out to see my lover when Martin caught me just as I was heading out the door so I had to make up a story quick. I explained that I was going to the club with my and he wasn’t hearin’ it, so he takes it upon himself to put my keys and purse down and tie me up. He binds me by the elbows and leads me around the house, trying to prove that I’ve neglected the house due to my infidelity. I stick to my lies but Martin knows damn well I’m still cheating. He pins me up against the kitchen island and hogties me on top while he questions me again – hoping I’ll fess up. After refusing to admit where I was truly going, Martin takes me by my arms and my hair and drags me to the Playroom for some more questioning.
Roxanne is scared but excited. While she moves away when he goes to bite her hair and tickle her, the little moans and sighs she lets out when he slaps her tits and touches her pussy give away the fact that she's having at least a little fun.