Being wrapped with ropes is like being hugged. Kat Monroe gets a nice big hug. At first she's just sitting and waiting for OT. He's tied her and abandoned her. She struggles in the rope with the huge ball in her mouth. When he returns he drags her to the pulley and pulls her up by her feet. Using Kat's own wrists restraints to gag her is genius. To keep it in her mouth OT pulls her into an intense hogtie and attaches her legs to her gag. She tries to pull free, but her own body holds it tightly to her. No one likes to squat. Having to squat deeply because your neck. Is tied down and up so you can't sit or stand has to be the most painful and frustrating position. With her own stockings over her head Kat is blinded.
Everyone has wished, at some point, that they knew where the hell those annoying telemarketing calls came from so that they could go down there and teach those pains in the ass a lesson. They call at the worst times, hocking useless shit, or even worse, they are outright scams. And Aria Alexander is part of the problem. Ringing up random men, telling them they aren't good enough, trying to sell them a miracle fix for just 3 easy payments of way-too-much? She deserves whatever happens to her. And O.T. is going to make sure she gets it.
O.T. has his own business to run. He turns obnoxious telemarketing sluts into useful, productive cock sleeves for his stable. It isn't long before Aria is promising never to make another robo-call again, but O.T. already knows that she's going to be back to work before long. He's keeping her around and she needs to make him some money. Instead of pitching some self-help bullshit, though, she is going to be selling the only thing of value she's got, her body.
Inspired by Agan Medon Sailor Luna has her arms pulled tightly behind her back. She is walked onto a giant dildo that makes its way to the back of her throat. OT fondles and undresses her while she struggles not to gag. The leather hood on Sailor Luna's head keeps her in utter darkness and unable to speak. In just her panties Sailor Luna looks so adorable. OT takes the opportunity to whip her cute little tits and her sweet butt. When he pulls the hood off he wraps his huge hands around her throat and tightens down. OT attaches her to a wooden device that has her completely exposed. She can't help but jut her pussy out for all to see. OT pulls her legs up, pushing her knees harshly into the edge of the wood. Labia clamps pull her tender pushy flesh open. Mr Pogo is crammed deeply into her wet cunt and the vibrator buzzes away at her clit. She's teased so close to orgasm that each time OT pulls the vibrator away Sailor Luna wants to cry.
The true nature of pain can only be understood by experiencing it. Pain is a great teacher. It will teach you humility, respect and bring peace to your mind once you accept it. Will Mistress Lea be able to teach her new pet Cynthia these things as well? Or will she just beat her senseless for no particular reason? Lets wait and find out..
London River has made her decisions. She prefers damn near anything to the experience of being tickled. And so she will have damn near everything.
We're not just talking about hard, metal bondage, and a few easy orgasms. OT is a crack shot with a whip and he's not afraid to use it. London is locked down with her legs in the air and her pussy is covered with a pump, getting it ready for later. Since he has no access to her clit OT takes the opportunity to lay some strikes down right on her tight little back door.
But it doesn't matter how hard he hits her, it's the light touch or a poke in the ribs that she hates the most. Pussy whipping, nipple clamps, anal violation, or whatever else he wants are all fair game. It's good to know what makes a girl sweat.
I always feel the most vulnerable when I'm in the shower. I have to close my eyes and put soap on my face and in my hair. If I open my eyes I know I'll it'll hurt so I hold them tightly closed. That's the moment I worry about. That's the moment when he could strike. I wake to feel something filling me up. It's abnormally large and hard as hell. The chain holding me to the ground is locked on both ends. I couldn't run if I wanted to. Pulling on it only makes my cunt sore. I yell at him to release me, but he repeats his instructions: Finish your makeup! I think he is obsessed with my face, my mouth, my tongue. He gags me with wood and then ties my tongue out in two directions. He's cruel and he enjoys watching me suffer. The worst part is when he penetrates my cunt with a plastic dick. I can't help, but cum and cum and cum!
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.
I never should have agreed to go to the music festival. I never should have trusted my so called friends. Abandoned with no phone, no money, and no idea where I was I was at the mercy of strangers. That was the only reason I agreed to go home with OT. He seemed nice enough and he offered me water and a place to hang out.