I dropped to my knees and took off Daddy's belt as he watched me. This is the same routine that we've did when I've been too naughty, and oh-- I have been naughty too many times to count. I slid off my pajama pants and Daddy saw my bare pussy, "where's your underwear?" I covered myself with my hands, "I, uhm.. don't wear panties anymore," I lied. I have been buying sexy panties for two years now, even though I am not allowed to wear them. I hide them in the back of my closet and hand wash them in the upstairs bathroom so Daddy doesn't know about my secret naughty lingerie collection. He pressed his lips together sternly and did not respond, I looked closely at his face to understand if he was even madder that I didn't wear panties, but his face was cold and emotionless. I bent over his knee, hoping to get the spanking over with. Daddy took the thick belt in his hand and raised it over his head, he pulled his arm down violently, the leather slapped against my delicate porcelain skin and made a cracking sound that made my boyfriend gasp under the bed. I tried to stifle my cries, I know they only upset Daddy more, and I take my lashings, two, three, four, and oh God.. why is my pussy wet? Am I feeling horny? My clit is swollen and my pussy is aching, my ass is stinging as he lashes me with the belt, whap, whap, whap! I look over my shoulder and Daddy is reaching into his pocket. I can't see what's in his hand, I'm distracted when his other hand spreads my ass apart. "Mmmph!" It's possible he knows my secret, he can see my private area, and he knows now what my most intimate place looks like, and does he like the look of it? Does he know that I have shaved the little bit of hair that grows there? Does he see the inner pink petals inside my lips? Can he tell that I am wet? My face is flush and my heart races, I feel Daddy's big hands slide up and down my pussy and ass. I hear myself moan, just as I do for my boyfriend; I can't repress it, it's instinctual, and then I feel his finger press against my ass, the other presses against my clit, the pressure as he pushes inside my virgin ass is intense, and it hurts but it feels good, he presses deeper, deeper, he slaps my ass, and I wonder if I did something wrong? I bite my lip. He presses a finger into my pussy, and into my ass, and then he tells me to "turn over." I watch his face as he fingers both of my holes, he takes the crystal plug out again and I know it will go inside of me. I gasp as it stretches me, he presses it deeper, deeper, his eyes are focused on my tight little ass, and I let go all of my fear. Daddy will take care of me. He fingers my pussy as he presses it deeper yet, and then once it is in, he plunges it in and out of my tiny little pink asshole. I try not to cum, I know he is punishing me in a brand new way, but I can not help it. I guess I am just inherently a bad girl. I wonder if I get that from my Mommy, and I shake the unpleasant thought off. My legs are now pulled in, I'm clutching them against my body, ashamed of myself, what I make Daddy have to do, and my nudity, as Daddy is ruffling through my closet. He pulls out my dress, a sweater, and some shoes, "wear this, keep the plug in at school. We will talk again when you come home tomorrow." I swallow hard and wait for his next instruction, it never came, he left and slammed the door in annoyance.
My boyfriend popped up under the bed and I shoo-ed him to the window. He wanted to know if I was alright, and what the hell was all of that he saw? I assured him that I was fine, and that the best thing for him to do was get the hell out! I told him, "If Daddy comes back in here and sees you, you'd be history!" When John went out the window, I looked at his face, it was full of concern for me. I tried to care about his concern; I searched my brain for words that would make him sleep easier, but they didn't come to me. It was as if I no longer cared as much about Johnny anymore. I have Daddy, and oh-- Daddy will do something incredible to me when I get off of school. It's scary, exciting, and unimaginable. I turn off my bedside table lamp, I smile as I feel the butt plug inside of me, still stretching me, preparing me for what's next.
Even in the worst prisons in the world the prisoners are generally afforded some kind of physical activity. This is what Cheyenne Jewel gets as hers. She cannot be released from her shackles since she may try to escape, so PD has to use alternate means of getting her heart pumping. His chosen method is a combination of physical labor and physical pain. It builds muscle and character at the same time.
She can barely muster enough air to stay conscious but despite herself she cannot stop screaming. It heightens the terror as she struggles to draw in another breath.
London RiverPart two of London Rivers live BaRS show continues as we take our already toasted toy and build a custom made wooden bondage piece around her toned flesh. That perfectly shaved snatch is placed on a sybian and a post goes up her back before trapping her face in place. Part wood, part skin, all skin. She can not shift her head away, only take every inch of dick we chose to dish out. This is throatboarding at its finest. London has a weakness. Her pussy is on a hair trigger and orgasms make her lose her mind completely. The strict tight bondage we have to keep her in is because her superhuman orgasm power makes her destroy things as she cums. The sybian that we have her hair trigger pussy on is the worlds most powerful vibrator, and deepthroating dick while on it is no easy feat. We dont care. The one two three combination of bondage, deepthroat and orgasms cause London to lose it completely. It is a good thing she is as secured as she is, or her hulked out orgasm super power would be destroying everything around her. As it is, all she can do is cum and suck, suck and cum. Like the well trained pet she is, London drools all over the dick. She knows her place. There are still more positions to go, the only question is if London can last the length of the show. Her vacant blue eyes stare off into the distance as she twitches in her restraints. This is what sexually broken looks like. Stay tuned and see if this fuckpuppet can go the distance...
friend Dee has a soft spot for hot women in tight bondage. It makes her want to see if she can make Tricia Oaks scream. For her part, she is not with friend Dee long before the bruises begin to show.
He doesn’t even have a plan to take over or make millions. In fact all he has is a desire to make Rain suffer.Most villains take the time to explain their evil plan.
PD sets an agonizing pace. Felonies confined in a cage, hanging in the barn for hours. Every step plays like a psychological thriller as PD slowly transforms Felonies terror. In the beginning, PD lets Felonies confinement do its work. Then he gives her an orgasm. Just a little one. Just enough to relax her. Shes anally impaled, rammed with a rigid set of stainless steel ass beads. Using ps, PD grasps her tongue and ties it outward. This presses her neck against the steel of the cage. Then vaginal impalement and shes given another orgasm, more intense. The vibrator again. At the same time, he chokes her by her throat hard against the bar of her cage. Another orgasm, this one huge. PD sucks Felonie into her own torment, winning her compliance and complicity. Shes sprayed down with cold water. Another orgasm puts Felonie in la-la land. PDs permanently altered her inner terrain. The head cage with a metal bit holds her head even more still. Clamps on her labia are weighed down with chain. Her pussys 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 shes standing, tightly strapped with leather, held up by her hair. A singletail brings her to tears again. She begs PD 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.
Genres: FemDom, Anal Fingering, Anal Penetration, Bit Gag, Female Dominant, Fingering, Flogging, Humiliation, Leather cuffs, Metal Bondage, Orgasm, string Bondage, Single Tail, Spanking, Vibrator
Lance Hart could have just had his bike fixed, thanked London, and gone on his way. London was nice enough to help him after all. But Lance couldn't resist trying to sneak in a grope on her ass; a mistake London makes him regret. After she takes him down, she puts him in bondage that gives her access to his ass. Instead of filling his tires with air, she decides that the air pump would be more entertaining to use on Lance's butt. She renames him Lance "Fart" before using a dildo to make the air loudly from his butt. A little humiliation is not payment enough for his transgression.
London uses metal cuffs to secure Lance to the floor before she starts trampling and beating him, but it seems that he might be enjoying his punishment too much. She stands him up for a heaving spanking and flogging. She loves the sound of his wails as she hits him harder and harder. She steps on his toes just to raise the volume of his cries a bit more.
When she is satisfied that he has been beaten enough to have learned his lesson, she uses a vibrator to give him and orgasm. The moment he starts to cum, she removes the sensation and walks away leaving groaning.