She writes, "I was all alone and needed to take care of a certain itch that desperatley needed to be scratched. I put on my lace nightie, because it makes me feel so sexy! I started by tying my ankles together. I added a really tight crotch rope with a knot that was tied to rub against my clit just where I needed. I always have a better orgasm when I'm tied up. Needing a little more I added the leather collar around my neck and tied the rope down to my ankles. I started to play with myself and used my good friend Mr. Hitachi for assitance. It felt so good and my crotch rope started to rub agianst my clit. I could feel my panties starting to get wet. I started to breathe heavy and hard and I could feel my orgasm builiding. Before I got there I gagged myself, because well no one wants to hear me screaming, the gag went in and started to drool all over myself. But I went back to pleasuring myself again. It was so good, I kept riding Mr. Hitachi. Trying to push it hard agaisnt my clit. It was building and building, I could feel it approaching, building faster and faster, and then finally......... I exploded with an orgasm, drooling and my screams being silienced by my gag. It was amazing! And that is how I take care of myself!"
OT knows which places in the neighborhood have the hottest delivery girls. You know, just so he can have some eye candy when his meals come. But Kleio Valentien shows up, a piece of meat carrying a piece of meat, and she doesn't just drop her bag off and leave. Instead she decides to take a tour of the dungeon, and the interest she shows to the device in the center of the room doesn't go unnoticed. If she's willing to walk up to it, stick her head in, and run her hands over the construction, surely she has to be at least a little bit curious as to how it feels to be locked inside of it.
She doesn't seem as enthusiastic when OT has his hands on her, though. She's whimpering and crying while he strips the clothes off of her body, desperately trying to cover herself with bound hands. When she feels the whip across her back for the first time she begins screaming into the black ball gag crammed into her mouth and violently struggling against the wooden stock that holds her neck. Unfortunately for her, OT doesn't even need to unlock her to move her around in this device. She isn't going anywhere. They are going to enjoy dinner and a date together.
Sasha Heart's experience in BDSM is limited to the kind of fuzzy cuff fantasies that people indulge in when they don't know how intense real bondage can be. She is just learning that there is a wide world of new experiences waiting for her out there, but she isn't shy about her interest in them. Sasha is hot. Hot enough to have men fawning over her her entire life. She is tired of the worshipful attention that they shower her with. She knows, deep down inside, that she is just a worthless piece of meat to be played with. This is her opportunity to really feel it.
She didn't expect it to be so easy to cum. She thought she would really have to try to get into it, but instead she finds herself instantly wet when Matt starts locking her down in cuffs. He calls her names like "slut" and "cunt" and she doesn't just hear them, she feels them in her soul. When he starts attaching clothes pins to her she arches her body up to meet them, and when she gets close to cumming she begs him to tear them away. She can't control herself anymore. Sasha came looking for the feeling she had heard described as cum-, and now that she has had it she knows she will always be a slave to any man that can give it to her again.
He wasn’t happy with how long the restoration of his classic car was taking, so he decided to take the girls working on it instead. After being Stripped to short skirts and pantyhose lashed to creepers and quickly gaged with bandanas, the MILFs are pushed together to receive a more comprehensive gagging (on-screen) with black Vet-wrap. The struggling ladies nylon-clad feet and toes are so vulnerable in their prayer-hogties. The wheels make an easy task of hauling the girls away!
When it comes to BDSM, I don't fuck around. I started at the bottom and worked my way up. Now I know all the moves and how to torture, Viciously, of course! And torture them I do. First it was with bondage. I tied them tight, pushed their limits and limbs, which earned me the title of "Best Rigger" in the Industry in 2004, an appearance on G4TV's "Attack of the Show" in 2006, countless award nominations, film festival screenings, a coveted spot in the AVN Hall of Fame and the title of Indie Porn Icon from the Feminist Porn Awards! Then I got more into SM and latex. When I wear latex I feel most dominant, a latex hood is a sign of complete and total submission to me. I love OTK spanking, objectification, flogging, paddling, bound orgasms, girl-girl strap on sex, humiliation, dildo training, caning, foot worship, gagging, mouthsoaping and so much more!
Sometimes the most simple devices have the greatest effect. Violet Monroe is going to be acutely aware of this fact. The wooden frame around her neck leaves her languishing on the floor, unable to do anything effectively. The two metal bars that she is stuck between later don't seem like much, either. They're secured to the ground, but how bad could they be?
But, like we said, simplicity can be effective as well. The positions are just as simple as the device. She's bent over with her ass exposed, her nipples are clamped and weighted, and the cane is coming down without mercy. She's on her back with her legs in the air and her feet are bearing the brunt of the punishment. Her legs are bent and her holes are exposed and Violet is begging, pleading, screaming the words "Please don't shock my ass hole."
Between the bars and the creative ways that we can make women suffer Violet learns that it doesn't take elaborate and expensive devices to put her in her place and having her begging for permission to cum.
Jackie dangles from the roof of the shop by her ankles. She is doubled over with her wrists behind her ankles in a teardrop suspension. The only thing protecting her modesty is the thin cotton panel of her pantyhose over her pussy. She knows what coming, after all it was her own request. Sultry Sandra enters. First, Jackie's ballgag is removed. next, a kiss. Deep, lingering. Just as requested. Then the modesty is removed as Sandra tears open the pantyhose exposing Jackie's entire ass. Jackie looks shocked, she asked for it, but she didn't really know what to expect. Soon, she'll be screaming in pleasure as the 8-speed want in Sandra's hand begins to dance all over Jackie's perky pussy and clit...
The receptionist here has a very interesting job. She doesn't just answer phones and tend to the waiting room, she also keeps an eye out for any tasty pieces of tail that come through the doors. Giving the boss a heads up when someone sexy comes knocking is a good way to earn a bonus.
Poor, sweet innocent Miss Whitney Morgan struggles helplessly via her captor. In tight dark jeans, simple t-shirt, and navy blue wool socks she roles around on the bed - her legs bound, her elbows tied tight, and a mouth full of packing with a tight bandanna gag to muffle her cries for help.
The head cage with a metal bit holds her head even more still. Clamps on her labia are weighed down with chain. Her pussy's 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 she's standing, tightly strapped with leather, held up by her hair. A singletail brings her to tears again. She begs 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.