Sometimes the most simple devices have the greatest effect. Violet Monroe is going to be acutely aware of this fact. The wooden frame around her neck leaves her languishing on the floor, unable to do anything effectively. The two metal bars that she is stuck between later don't seem like much, either. They're secured to the ground, but how bad could they be?
But, like we said, simplicity can be effective as well. The positions are just as simple as the device. She's bent over with her ass exposed, her nipples are clamped and weighted, and the cane is coming down without mercy. She's on her back with her legs in the air and her feet are bearing the brunt of the punishment. Her legs are bent and her holes are exposed and Violet is begging, pleading, screaming the words "Please don't shock my ass hole."
Between the bars and the creative ways that we can make women suffer Violet learns that it doesn't take elaborate and expensive devices to put her in her place and having her begging for permission to cum.
Jackie dangles from the roof of the shop by her ankles. She is doubled over with her wrists behind her ankles in a teardrop suspension. The only thing protecting her modesty is the thin cotton panel of her pantyhose over her pussy. She knows what coming, after all it was her own request. Sultry Sandra enters. First, Jackie's ballgag is removed. next, a kiss. Deep, lingering. Just as requested. Then the modesty is removed as Sandra tears open the pantyhose exposing Jackie's entire ass. Jackie looks shocked, she asked for it, but she didn't really know what to expect. Soon, she'll be screaming in pleasure as the 8-speed want in Sandra's hand begins to dance all over Jackie's perky pussy and clit...
The receptionist here has a very interesting job. She doesn't just answer phones and tend to the waiting room, she also keeps an eye out for any tasty pieces of tail that come through the doors. Giving the boss a heads up when someone sexy comes knocking is a good way to earn a bonus.
Poor, sweet innocent Miss Whitney Morgan struggles helplessly via her captor. In tight dark jeans, simple t-shirt, and navy blue wool socks she roles around on the bed - her legs bound, her elbows tied tight, and a mouth full of packing with a tight bandanna gag to muffle her cries for help.
The head cage with a metal bit holds her head even more still. Clamps on her labia are weighed down with chain. Her pussy's swollen, engorged from all her orgasms.She sobs, and the tenor of her scream changes, slightly warped, an unsettling sound. The vibrator nearly disappears inside the swelled lips of her pussy.
Another orgasm, and another. Pd slips his hand inside of her up to the knuckles. He rams all of her holes and she comes again, over-stimulated into some never-never land of sexual exhaustion.
Now she's standing, tightly strapped with leather, held up by her hair. A singletail brings her to tears again. She begs to let her down. She promises him anything. He tells her she must make herself stop crying. Her face slowly reduces. It becomes a face that is not crying. She exchanges one unbearable condition for another. The dissolution of one self. The emergence of another.
Sandra and Darla stand side-by-side. Each massive-boobed MILF is wearing high heels, pantyhose and a slinky short club dress. They are tightly tied to attention to poles in a warehouse somewhere. Are they there because of you? perhaps for you? Either way, here they are and here you are. You get to grope and fondle them with BOTH hands. They protest and look right at you, but you don't care. They're here for your enjoyment...
London River is hot enough to make PD think about doing extremely terrible things to that body of hers. The kinds of things that make girls slip into a new state of mind, subspace, and make them forget that they were ever anything other than some man's sex toy.
It starts with stripping her, both of her clothing and her dignity. He cuts away the pretty dress she is wearing, piece by piece, leaving first her tits exposed, and then the rest of her. She'll get something more befitting her station to wear later.
She also needs to be shown how to respond to his attention. She can't just expect him to treat her softly and give her mind blowing orgasms without getting a little something in return. PD loves to watch his girls suffer. He keeps them around just for the times when he wants to hear a lady scream her brains out. Whether it's with whip, or cane, or his bare hands, he has a lot of ways to make a girl sing the songs he wants to hear.
First was Sandra. Kneeling on her office chair and tightly tied to it, we watch as her captor adds aggressive mouth packing of an entire bandanna deep into her maw, sealing it in with coils of vetwarp completely around her head and over her mouth. As she struggles, her co-worker, AJ, is pushed in. Shes balltied in her chair, with her feet high off the ground. We get to see as she receives the same gag treatment as Sandra. The gals are left alone to struggle. Eventually, the brute returns to retrieve them for the "office party" he has planned!
When it comes to BDSM, I don't fuck around. I started at the bottom and worked my way up. Now I know all the moves and how to torture, Viciously, of course! And torture them I do. First it was with bondage. I tied them tight, pushed their limits and limbs, which earned me the title of "Best Rigger" in the Industry in 2004, an appearance on G4TV's "Attack of the Show" in 2006, countless award nominations, film festival screenings, a coveted spot in the AVN Hall of Fame and the title of Indie Porn Icon from the Feminist Porn Awards! Then I got more into SM and latex. When I wear latex I feel most dominant, a latex hood is a sign of complete and total submission to me. I love OTK spanking, objectification, flogging, paddling, bound orgasms, girl-girl strap on sex, humiliation, dildo training, caning, foot worship, gagging, mouthsoaping and so much more!
A road in the middle of nowhere is an unsafe place for a pretty, young thing like Maxxx Maven to be hitchhiking alone. She's trying to flag down cars, too, like she doesn't know what kind of horrible things the men that pick up hitchhikers could do to her. You know what they say, "Ass, gas, or cash," and Maxxx only has one of those things.
So she must think she is really lucky when she finds what looks like an abandoned farm. She's just going to have a peak around and see if there is some quiet area of it that she can bed down in for the night. Maybe she's looking for a bit of food to steal. But her luck has run out. This place isn't empty and the owner doesn't take kindly to trespassers. As far as he's concerned everything ON his property IS his property. Maxxx is about to learn what that means the hard way.