Mercy West hasn't been in the business long but she knows what she likes. She started in the industry doing BDSM and has never looked back. All that remains is to sample every flavor there is and to find the site that does it best. That's where we come in. She knows that so many other people do bondage for show, but aren't really into it. Here we do it for passion and then we put on the show.
By the end of this Mercy is breathless. And I don't just mean while she is cumming her brains out in a tight suspension. Even afterwards she can barely put her thoughts together as she tries to process what just happened to her. She was all screams and moans when it was going on but now that Jack Hammer is done with her she is nothing but smiles. She got a chance to suck on a huge cock, orgasm until she couldn't see straight, and get hoisted in the air, tightly trapped in rope. What's not to love about a day like that?
An Our Studio feature is a powerful thing. It let's us explore the darkest fantasies of our models and crew, creating a stunning and unique experience. It's BDSM at its very finest.
Ashley Lane has just been checked in for some treatment that she could never get anywhere else. We have a very special way of taking care of our patients here. They come to us willful and disobedient. They come to us not knowing where their place is in life. And we, through the miracles of modern medicine and old-school BDSM, change all of that.
Ashley is a perfect specimen. Her tits and clit are adorned with piercings that show us that inside she knows exactly what she is and what she wants to be, a pleasure slave. We just need to break down her exterior and get deep enough inside of her head to make it happen.
We have a variety of ways of showing a girl like Ashley what her body is made for. First we strap her down into the gyno chair and spread her legs wide open. From here we can expose her, make her feel vulnerable, and begin treating her with a mixture of pain and pleasure that will make her brain confuse the signals until she can't tell which is which.
We degrade and humiliate her, taking her outside before cleaning her out and hosing her down. This is to break her mind so that we can replace her will with something better. When we take her inside she is complacent. She knows what we want. When OT plays the music her body begins to sway seductively, letting him know that the conditioning is taking hold.
All of the struggling Juliette Black is doing is never going to help her. In fact, the ingenious set of clamps and chains that PD has set up ensures that if she continues to flail about it will only make her suffer more. With her own screams echoing in her ears she may be too panicked to realize it, though. When he does lock her down tight it is because he has a reason for it. He wants to make sure her holes stay perfectly placed. She needs to be trained for long term use if she is going to be any good to him. That means staying put and getting pounded until he decides she has had enough.
"Pain is the essence of existence." The words are tattooed on Jack Hammer's arm, and they will be etched into Chanell Heart's mind and soul. He'd carve it into her flesh, too, but a body this pretty needs to be covered in other, sexier marks. The thick welts of cane strikes, thin stripes of whip strikes, and soft, diffuse bruises of flogger impacts are going to show on her body for days.
If it's true that pain is the essence of existence then this it explains why Chanell loves these beatings so much. The make her feel alive. They make her feel as though she is being true to herself. Inside she knows that she needs a man to command and control her, to hold her down and tie her up, and use her or abuse her as he wills. She is submissive, all the way to her core, and without a strong hand to discipline her she feels empty and lost. Jack is that hand. He provides her pain. He confirms her existence.
Tegan is a bit stuck. She's caught in the middle of two posts. Her arms are stretched as wide as they'll go. Her legs are pulled out at an angle that aches. She's just about as vulnerable as a woman can be. Or so she thinks. The addition of a blindfold and gag make her predicament even more intolerable. Then comes the removal of her clothes. Matt can't help himself. Tegan has an ass that requires touching. The moment it is exposed he smacks it. He turns it pink. Matt is far from done. He exposes her tender little nipples and weighs them down. It's clear she likes her treatment Matt wants Tegan to to suffer. He stretches her between her posts with a crotch rope and nipple clamps. The weights that hang on the ropes pull her nipples out painfully. The rocks tug on her sensitive cunt. The vibrator only makes the situation worse as the makes her wiggle.
Juliette Black. She is young, dumb and wants to cum. PD promised her a once in a lifetime kind of experience and she just assumed it would be all fun and games. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Now she is sitting in a cold room, with a hood blacking out her vision, and the way her body is shaking you can tell she knows that whatever is coming she will not enjoy it. The longer he keeps her in the dark the more that anticipation builds. A brief look at her surroundings lets her know just how fucked she is.
There are a few fears that people have that can really be described as instinctual or primal. We fear the dark, because it is where predators come from and we fear enclosed spaces because it leaves us no way to escape. Alisha Adams is going to experience those fears firsthand. The monster stalking her nightmares today is PD himself. The box he keeps her in has a couple of conveniently placed holes. They won't let in much light but they are perfect for giving Alisha a cock to suck. She has no place to run to in there and while it is claustrophobic at least it is relatively safe. Outside of the box her face is covered in a hood. She has no clue what direction the next assault will come from or when. She learns to long for his touch, since when his hands are on her it is the only time she can be sure he is not winding up for another blow. Her restraints may change from cold iron to a warm straightjacket but Alisha is no less confined later on. In fact, while her arms are so well restricted the rest of her is even easier to access for torment. It gives PD the ability to train her clit so she will only cum when she is commanded to do so.
Jack Hammer is opening up a dojo to teach the finer points of bondage and submission to the finer women in the area. Marica Hase is eager to learn what he is capable of.
This isn't just a few quick ties and a minor beating. Jack is going to make Marica fly, and in multiple positions. Suspension is considered the highest form of rope bondage, shibari is the pinnacle of the art, and the combination of the two is the apex of eroticism. She's lying on her side, 2 feet off the ground, as Jack begins to work her body over with the cane and push her into subspace. She is still there, unable to do anything but swing freely, when he pushes the hitachi between her legs and starts the waves of orgasms that are going to wash over her almost continuously through the afternoon.
He stands her on her toes next, and begins the training in pain and pleasure again, but when he pulls her down and puts her on her knees, then he knows he can work her without mercy. Marica's ass and pussy are on display and up for abuse. When her cunt is getting vibrated to more Earth shattering orgasms, Jack makes sure to work her back door with his fingers, shaming her and making her dripping wet at the same time.
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.