"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.
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.
He told me he was a photographer. He said he just wanted to take a couple pictures of my ass. It is my best feature. I thought for a moment that it might be cool, but something about the way he touched me without asking. Something about how he moaned.
Apparently he didn't like that I wanted to leave. He didn't want me to go. He wanted to keep me. Now I have no choice. My body is his. He uses me how he wants. He's cruel to me. He likes to hurt me. I like it too. I'll never leave him.
Lydia Black is in a world of trouble. She let Matt tie her up and you know how he likes to treat the girls he ties up. She's tied tightly to a box with her pussy exposed and her clothes are removed. He tiny nipples are quickly subjected to the heavy flogger. Except Matt doesn't get quite the reaction he expected. Instead of screams of fear and pain Lydia moans and writhes. Methinks she likes it.
Her thin sexy body is wrapped tightly to the post. She wriggles and pulls, but she's going nowhere. Matt expertly whips her as she whimpers and purrs. It's time for some flog or tickle game. He'll flog her till she begs to be tickled and then tickle her till she begs to be flogged. When she's fully worked over he kicks the box out from under her and she hangs to the post.
Sending girls on a sybian ride is one of Matt's favorite activities. Lydia gets a ride and a good one at that. She's tied in an ultra strict strappado. Her nipples are clamped with heavy weights. An Insex mask covers her face with a giant gag in her mouth. The vibrating between her legs sends her ever closer to orgasm, but Matt won't let it happen easy. She's gotta work for it.
Genres: Corporal Punishment, Abandonment, Anchor Shackles, Ankle Tie, Ankles tied to Wrists, Ass Caning, Ass Play
"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.
Lydia Black is in a world of trouble. She let Matt tie her up and you know how he likes to treat the girls he ties up. She's tied tightly to a box with her pussy exposed and her clothes are removed. He tiny nipples are quickly subjected to the heavy flogger. Except Matt doesn't get quite the reaction he expected. Instead of screams of fear and pain Lydia moans and writhes. Methinks she likes it.
Her thin sexy body is wrapped tightly to the post. She wriggles and pulls, but she's going nowhere. Matt expertly whips her as she whimpers and purrs. It's time for some flog or tickle game. He'll flog her till she begs to be tickled and then tickle her till she begs to be flogged. When she's fully worked over he kicks the box out from under her and she hangs to the post.
Sending girls on a sybian ride is one of Matt's favorite activities. Lydia gets a ride and a good one at that. She's tied in an ultra strict strappado. Her nipples are clamped with heavy weights. An Insex mask covers her face with a giant gag in her mouth. The vibrating between her legs sends her ever closer to orgasm, but Matt won't let it happen easy. She's gotta work for it.
I'll do anything for my Master. I loved when he tied me up and left me in his basement that first time. I felt so cold, my arms sore from being bound behind my back, my breast wrapped tight in rope. I wanted to taste his dick so bad. All I hoped for was his arrival. I got my wish. He pulled me towards him and shoved his cock deep down my throat. I wish I didn't need to pull away for air. It's less time devouring his great dick. He had my hair in his hands, juggling my head on his manhood. He threw me against a post and tied me to it, my ass out for him to play with. He kept teasing me with a vibrator, rubbing it against my sensitive clit, using my natural pussy cream to reach deep inside. I couldn't control my pants and moans. He suddenly buckled a ball gag around my head, my screams muffled, screaming from him ramming me hard and fast with his meat. He wouldn't slow down for a minute. My pussy belonged to him. If that was disgrace, I earned it.
It earns it's name back with some heavy cane strokes. In this final installment of Nothing's livefeed it gets suspended. What to do when it's swinging freely? Cane it!! And then tease it to orgasm. It did so poorly getting out of the handcuff hogtie so we decided to give it another challenge. This time it is tied with rope and told to get itself out. It struggles and rolls around on the floor. The ropes are pulled through it's crotch so each time it pulls it's pussy gets tugged. It needs to earn it's name back so it is asked to get into a caning position and take some of the hardest strokes ever. It does so happily and receives some intense cane strokes. It's ass instantly turns red. The welts show up within seconds. Then Tess crawls back into her cage for some more member questions.
The part of BDSM that is most commonly referenced is S and M, which is the part we enjoy most. Sadism and Masochism is what makes our site for true sadistic torment and masochistic suffering, combined with hardcore sex. We use floggers, single tail whips, paddles, cat o' nine tails, slappers, crops, canes, cattle prods, nipple clamps, hot wax, and more to torture our captives. Every scene is full of brutal torment, extreme bondage, and hardcore sex. Their screams are loud and real. Their suffering is true and mandatory.
Once they have been sadistically dominated, our captives are then transformed into submissive sex slaves. Each of our dominants are as sadistic as we could find, with their own unique style of brutal sexual dominance. All of our slaves are as tough as they come, being able to endure the extreme tormenting fucking.
The sex slaves are willing to endure any amount of suffering, just to fulfill their whorish sexual appetite. Their pussies are dripping wet from being dominated and can't wait to be fucked. The slaves mouth's spill out drool from the ball gags or the hard cocks that have been fucking their throats
Lots of good things come from Tennessee! Jack Daniel's, country music and Bettie Page to name three, and now the gorgeous 19-year-old Alli Rae. Alli is a classically beautifuul, blonde, Southern Belle with a dark side that she wanted to explore on camera, and we were more than happy to offer her up to the master for the day. Alli told us she had tried rough sex in her personal life, but nothing could prepare her for the BDSM training the master had in store for her! Bondage and fucking machines were the first two things Alli learned about, and having her wrists shackled while she was secured to a big powerful Sybian with a harness made of chain was just a taste of the many painful things to cum. Alli orgasmed uncontrollably as the master brutally throat fucked her and the Sybian relentlessly vibed her clit simultaneously. Some rough doggie style and reverse cowgirl banging was Alli's next task of the day, and then it was a rough four finger hand penetration with the addition of the Hitachi wand buzzing away tweaking her love nubbin until she screamed and squirted cum everywhere. A little dildo on a stick for dessert gave her a few more orgasms for the road, and Alli was Done!
The ink on her back states there's No Rest For The Wicked, so I take it to mean she won't need any. Bound and gagged on her knees with elbows cinched behind her back and a rope around her neck tethering her to a column, she struggles in vain to find a comfortable position to rest. As the exertion takes its toll on her, her legs begin to tremble and sweat trickles down her face. I take her down off the column and her to balance on her knees or choke herself for a while, then place her on the ground in a tight hogtie. Later, I place face down, arms bound behind her back and legs pulled up over a bar above her and ankles tied down to the center of her back. Her cunt is perfectly exposed for the long teasing and orgasm denial session in store for her, followed by pussy whipping and orgasms. Finally, I bind her on her back with her knees spread wide and a ring gag and nose hook combination to control her head. I alternately fuck her pussy and her mouth, smearing her juices on her face and up her nose before using her locked open mouth as an ashtray.