Siouxsie Q needs a new car, and her cash is lacking but her assets are on point. If she is going to pay for this new ride then she is going to have to do it with some sweet T&A. She's got that to spare, for sure. Her tits are amazing and that ass of hers could probably get her a Rolls Royce. But she's going to have to work for it.
It's easier than her day job, and the benefits are better, too. All she has to do is sit, look sexy, and suffer like hell and at the end of the day she'll have multiple orgasms and one shiny new car. Siouxsie doesn't have it in her to get her pussy whipped without whimpering, but she does get wet enough to play with her some more.
And that greedy ass of hers won't be neglected either. Jack inserts the ass hook, the one with the giant ball at the end, and as the cold metal her she feels wonderfully full. When he secures the other end to her hair he doesn't tell her, but she learns quickly as every move she makes has her fucking herself in the rear.
Rachel comes home from Halloween really sotted. She slumps onto her bed while texting. When she wakes up a nurse is in there that talks to her about having a smelling and pill problem. Rachel tries to defend herself but she finds herself being cuffed at the wrists and ankles by the woman who then puts a metal posture collar on her and hogcuffs her with a chain. Shortly thereafter she puts an open mouth gag in her mouth so she can't yell and bother her neighbors. A few minutes late the woman comes to take her away.
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Torture, Humilation, Toys, Oral, Hardcore, All Sex
Sure the nose hook was annoying, but it wasn’t painful, at least. Well, not any more than she could handle. She screamed a bit when he whipped her tits, but bitches are always best when they are about to cry their eyes out.
Lorelei Lee was just out for a good time. She thought she would have some fun being thrown around by one of our handlers, but no one ever gets exactly what they are expecting when they sign up to be played with by Matt Williams. In the beginning Lorelei is begging Matt to let her cum. What she doesn't understand is that by the end of their time together she is going to be begging him to let her stop.
She starts out sat down on top of the sybian, a terrifyingly powerful vibrator, with a black ball gag in her mouth and a leather strap blindfolding her. With her other senses cut off, all she has to focus on is the intense vibration between her legs. That is until Matt takes out the flogger and goes to work on her tits and ass. The ball gag can only do so much to stop Lorelei's screams as she cums over and over again and gets attention from the flogger, followed by a whip and cane.
Lorelei is laid on her back with her feet over her head and her pussy and ass exposed. She is then penetrated relentlessly by the fucking machine. Matt thought it would be more fun to put it in her ass so that he could spend some time on her pussy with the cane. And once he's gotten it nice and sensitive he puts the hitachi right on her clit and sticks the pogo inside of her. She is screaming and shaking, totally cum-sotted and thoroughly fucked.
When lovely blond Samantha comes to an interview for her secret trip, she is hardly aware of where she is actually going or what kind of trip she is going to experience. She soon finds herself bound, gagged, blindfolded and at the mercy of 'travel agent' Jay Edwards. This vacation is not what she had in mind but after several demanding bondage sessions and a spanking session which leaves her ass a bright red, our victim slowly comes around and begins to enjoy her predicament. An not ready participant who eventually comes to terms with her submissive cravings -- now that's a happy ending. We are then treated to scenes of Elena (a hot Latin blonde who obviously enjoys being man-handled) and Kytana (built like a brick house with a great pair of tits). These ladies know they must endure the strict bondage that Jay has devised for them and they do so without complaint. The string work is impressive and his control over these ladies is strict and severe -- just the way we like it.
We are going to use it like a bit of work out equipment, placing poor India into more and more intense predicaments and making her use every ounce of her strength just to keep herself from an incredible amount of pain.
In the first half of this installment, Harley Ace found her way to the office of therapist O.T. in order to help her sort out the violent and sexual dreams she had been having for many years. He proposed an unorthodox treatment wherein he would her and, while she was under, work through the tangle of fears and desires she had in her head. Once Harley was under his spell, however, O.T. started abusing his power to live out some of his own sick twisted fantasies. Now we return to the two of them, still in the midst of immersion therapy.
We find Harley sat up on the couch, her legs spread by shackles at her ankles, and her neck and head held tightly in place by a metal collar. O.T. has decided to ramp up the intensity of his treatment for the second half of their session together. He brings out his knife and starts trailing its blade all over her soft, exposed body. It's easy to see the fear behind Harley's eyes as she watches him drag it across her skin, and when he rubs the flat side against her clit her body visibly tenses up. She shakes as she tries to hold her body perfectly still so as not to end up getting accidentally cut.
Shaking and whimpering is all well and good, but when O.T. takes out the flogger and starts beating Harley's face and tits with it, all of the tension she's built up breaks into a thousand pieces and she is sobbing and screaming. It only gets louder when O.T. takes out his cattle prod. It's not even close to her by the time she is screaming "no" and trying to pull away from its electrified tips. She'll be alright though. The good doctor knows that the best way to calm her panic is with a hitachi vibrator and a metal pussy hook.
Angel Allwood needs a place to get her string bondage fix. There is no place better than here. Jack Hammer is an expert, an absolute master of hemp and jute. Everything does comes with a little bit of a price, though. Jack isn't content to just tie her up and leave her alone. He wants to hear her scream a bit, make her suffer a bit, and see her cum a bit.
Angel's hot, long blonde hair and body that is all ass and titties. They're the perfect size for tying them off. Cut off the sap flow and they'll turn into a pair of super sensitive targets. Even when the bondage is gone the pain remains. The whip tends to leave a strong memory to go along with the bright red marks. Memories that will probably fuel her masturbation fantasies on lonely nights.
Some are in tears by the end of the first. Hazel is a great mixture of both. Sure, she cries, but her tears and sobs are so sexy and the one thing she'll never do is quit.
Trips to the county fair are always resourceful. The animals are wonderful and there is that undertone of care and love they receive. The tools of husbandry are especially interesting and one device has always fired my imagination: the grooming table.
It is with such delight and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a black latex smother hood stretched over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I inserted a couple rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise.
My knees are catching me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable ass hook he seems to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting.
I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness.
Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I finally inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy -- my body tingles and trembles.