Martin straps me down naked, to the big, red chair. Using leather straps to keep my legs spread, my arms and ankles to the side, and my waist against the chair. He puts a head harness gag, tightly strapped to my face, clover clamps on my nipples, then turns the Hitachi on low. There to tease me, and there to make me work if I want to cum. Working for this orgasm wasn’t easy because it was too far out of my reach and every time I tried to scoot my bottom closer, I inadvertently make the clovers swing. So any time I started to succumb to the wand, I get distracted by the pain. When 5 minutes go by and I fail to cum, Martin adds some weight to the clovers and uses the the riding crop on my pussy and my thighs. As I start to really enjoy the pain and pleasure, the weight on the clovers start taking a toll on my pain threshold and it becomes too painful for me to orgasm. Martin removes the Hitachi, takes matters into his own hands and me to cum.
Fallon is trapped. Her hands are locked into cans and she can't pull them out. With her arms pulled out her butt is sticking straight out. She can't protect herself. OT takes advantage. OT has a new straight jacket and a new leather hood. He makes Fallon wear them and now she's at his mercy again. With Fallon bundled up and her ass exposed she looks great. Fallon needs to be spread and OT knows just how to do it. With her legs at 90 degree angles Fallon is rediculously exposed. OT puts the electrical clamps on her labia and turns up the juice till Fallon screams.
Noosed to the ceiling in a standing position with the bag still over my head, Martin adds rope to my ankles and knees, then ties my wrists to the rope around my legs and goes for another round of spraying me down with ice water. I go from hot to freezing, then to hot again and exhausted so Martin takes the opportunity to f0rced me to cum.
What's a guy to do when he has a beautiful girl all tied up and completely at his disposal? All seems normal when Jay pulls his car into his driveway but when he opens the trunk, we see that Heather is in there, all roped up and gagged! Jay carries his tied treasure into the house and the fun begins. He starts by pulling up Heather's skirt and top to examine the goods, then he ties her into a strict strappado/fold to keep her helpless. Re-tied on the floor, the curvaceous brunette is now sexily stripped down to just her stockings and high heels - the attire she stays in for the rest of her scenes. Jay does not go easy on Heather, he takes her right up to her limits, suspending her legs, pinching and clamping her nipples and whipping her soft flesh into . Obedient Heather submits with moans and gasps of pleasure, even when he moves her session to the cold basement dungeon. Heather is one amazing submissive! Super-hot Stacy is up next for three fully nude and barefoot scenes that will leave you panting! Tied to the slave chair, Stacy can only whimper and squirm as Jay tightly cleaves her lips with cloth and suspends her nipple clamps to the ceiling. A tight rope-up on the floor is turned (on camera) into a severe hogtie with Stacy's toes tied forward to her harness gag, then the little blonde must sit still as Jay bolts metal hose-clamp straps all over her body. He even bolts on her red ballgag!
I’m still very quiet and very behaved. Martin asks if I’d like to be done but I notion that I’d rather stay where I’m at. I want to be tied for as long as I can take because I know he wouldn’t mind watching me for hours if he could. After a while, he moves me around to put me onto my side and it knocks me out of my element a little bit so I try to find it again by swaying myself back onto my stomach, but then end up putting myself on my side again, then back to my stomach until I can’t go on any further.
I've never been tied to the floor by my wrists. I learned quick I shouldn't struggle. I needed my strength for what came next. My Master appeared fromm behind, his dick hard as a rock. I was afraid of it. It looked like it would tear every hole he wanted to put it in. My mouth was first. He warned me of his love for deep throat. His cock definitely was big enough for it. I couldn't take much of it. I gagged every time he pushed it down my throat. I tried to move away for a break. He would raise me right up for more.
Welcome Vivi Marie. We strive to bring this kind of fresh face to our pages all the time, and Vivi is the perfect example. She doesn't have a ton of experience with bondage, especially not my special style of rope, but she is curious and looking for a good time. It starts off as a simple floor tie get more elaborate by the minute. Vivi gets bent over the first table I see. She will be basically bound to the thing soon, so there is no point in making sure that she is comfortable. I want her ass in the air, presented as a target for my matched pair of floggers. I plan on turning those cheeks bright pink. The way I have her set up gives me a bit of peak at her pretty little pussy, too. You know I'm going to make sure to get a few shots in there, too. For a girl without a ton of experience she knows what she likes. Vivi doesn't just endure the pain, she gets off on it. She is a proper little submissive, too. She knows to ask for permission before cumming and to never let herself go early. For being a good girl she gets a nice barehanded spanking. That isn't even close to Vivi's limit. In fact, everything I just described is just the warm up. She doesn't just want to feel a couple coils of rope, some soft smacks, and a little time with the celebrator. I'm going to strap her down tight, tease her to the edge of madness, then push her over the edge with the most powerful hand held vibrator she has ever seen.
I was soaked, the nipple clamps were tighter than usual, silenced with a big ball in my mouth, throat roped to the ceiling and my arms were DESTROYING me to a point of tapping out. Luckily, Martin was so kind as to untie me but not kind enough to leave me like that. Instead, he ties me again, almost exactly the same way.
I was wearing nothing but stockings and heels tonight. Martin binds my elbows and wrists together behind my back first, ties me above and below my tits around my waist, and hooks me up to the ceiling. Then he straps a ball gag in my mouth and buckles it over the rope going from my arms to the ceiling, which makes it a little tighter. Martin goes for the nipple clamps, adds weight to it, then slips a plastic bag over my head to make it hard for me to breathe while I suffer.