I am used to getting whatever I want. I know I'm beautiful. My eyes, my ass, and my hair are just a few of my best features. OT took advantage of how long my hair is. He's locked it inside a pipe and attached it to a fitting that is screwed to the ground. I can move around the base, but I really can't go anywhere. He wants to see my body. He orders me to remove my clothes. With the threat of a whipping I hesitantly comply. The bicycle lock he puts around my neck isn't tight, but it's pulled up to the ring above me. My panties are the only thing keeping me from being completely exposed. OT comes in and has me remove my panties. He wants me naked before him. He uses the cattle prod to scare me. I hate that thing. He uses more bicycle locks to tie me into a hogtie. My feet are completely exposed for him to cane. As I scream and cry he casually hurts my poor sensitive feet.
One leg strung up high and bound, the other bent double and cinched beneath her. Her arms chicken wing in helpless posture, pinned by her secured wrists. As she struggles in helpless anticipation her young flesh bulges about the taught binding on her upper thigh. His caress is invasive and humiliating, his hand brushes casually over neurons screaming with sensitivity in her swollen vulva. He approaches with a rope....and to her greatest fear loops it about her neck and cinches with a lift that causes her eyeballs to gaze as she grasps the significance of neck restriction. He pulls her body taught and secures the neck rope to a cleat, and then approaches with the ring gag. Her tearful begging is ineffective. Her molars click on the ring and saliva begins to immediately pool. Her tongue now reduced to an attractive sex object, no longer protected by the bite of her teeth. Then her arms are bound behind her neck, leaving her head elevated so she can look right at you. Her breasts and belly fully open and available with those arms up out of the way. And with the ring gag in place to prevent biting you can use that tongue to provide lubrication for a hard dick, Finally she is bound with her knees pulled up and outward so that her pussy is openly vulnerable to the cold air and the gaze of passers by. A rope around her neck to prevent her from lifting her head up, and her arms bound in such a manner that if she pulls it will cause her legs to open further. The first mans hands roam freely over her electrified body. He touches between her legs and uses a riding crop to sting her pussy and sensitive inner thighs. Then he leaves her begging for release. The second man has other plans. He gets his dick out, mounts her, and shoves it home. After he squirts his load....he leaves her begging once more
Nora Reily has been down on her luck lately. She hasn't been able to find jobs easily, and the ones she finds she can't hold onto for long. Like anyone else, though, Nora has bills to pay, so no matter what she needs some way to get that money. That was how she made the mistake of falling in with the wrong crowd. Now she owes O.T. money, and worse, she owes his employer Eugene, but she doesn't have it to pay back, and still she needs more.
Lucky for her, O.T. says he won't bring Eugene into the matter if Nora will agree to star in one or two of his home movies. It won't be anything too extreme, just some horror movies he needs some more actors for. All she has to do is take a pill and come with him. When she wakes up from that pill, however is when the real horror movie starts. Nora suddenly finds herself trapped, held down to the floor by a thick metal bar over her neck. She tries to pull herself out from underneath it, but it's too low, her head is stuck, she can't move. And there is a large, too happy looking O.T. walking toward her.
Paige Pierce has the body of a sweet angel, but she's taken it on an alternative ride. Green hair, split tongue, tattoos, and piercings. It's no wonder she's found herself at the mercy of Matt Williams. As the rope goes around her throat she smiles. Each hit of the cane, the flogger, his hands causes her to scream from pain, but the end result is pleasure. All throughout her ordeal she has some sort of breath impediment. Sometimes its a rock hung from her neck. Other times it's Matt's hands covering her mouth and nose. She struggles to breathe the entire time. While she's receiving pain, while she's being pleasured, and while she's crying. Paige clearly loves this stuff. She's helpless to stop the orgasms Matt inflicts upon her body. If she could stop them she wouldn't. She's found her happy place.
The Wartenberg wheel is another rarely used toy that we've brought out just for Hazel. It is covered in tiny little spikes that roll across her body. She likes it a hell of a lot more than the whip that gets broken out next.
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering.
The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs.
She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line.
Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.
Both Chicky Clarissa and Hadjara are dirty, perverted girls. They are into the most kind of nasty fun, but one of their favorite is a slender fist in their wet, flooding cunt. So when the two got together on the other day, we knew they won't hold any limit and get rough on the pussy of one anothers pussy. And so it happened.
Another day, another girl with winged eyeliner and a seemingly endless need for a beating crawling her way into our dungeon to spend some quality time with our handler Matt Williams. This week, her name is Lydia Black and she is about as tiny and sexy as they come. Matt could probably wrap all the way around her rib cage with just his two hands. Let's hope he doesn't break her in half as he beats and vibrates her until she breaks.
Matt has Lydia tied down to the floor, her legs spread in a walking split and her wrists lashed to the ceiling to help her balance there so she doesn't tip over. He sticks a ball gag in her mouth so that he won't have to deal with as much of the whining and moaning that is inevitably about to come out of her. Once that precautionary measure is put in place, he goes to work caning, whipping, and flogging her feet and her little tits. With each strike she lets out a muffled squeal.
Matt has been known to play games with our models, and today is no different. He gives Lydia a range of numbers to pick from to represent the intensity with which he will be flogging her pussy. After a few good hits, though, it's time to give the girl what she wants: a good, hard orgasm. Matt puts the hitachi down on her clit and turns it on high. Lydia's feet begin clenching and flexing before he even sticks his fingers inside of her. Matt finger fucks Lydia until she screams and cums, her juices flying from his hand and dripping from her pussy. After that it looks like she's barely there. It's all over for Lydia Black.
Between her credentials and her amazing body we could say that she needs no introduction, but talking about one of the hottest women in the business is almost as fun as tying them up and playing with them.
We like that because she knows what to expect so we can go harder, faster, and longer. She is a dominant person when she plays at home but for people as well versed in the art of bdsm as we are, she is going to have to learn her place.