Young model with naked tits and with beautiful body plus hot woman in black dress, with big boobs. Her tied up with belts - full body on the floor. Gag in her mouth. Clothespins on her nipples. Professional bondage, torture and hogtie fora horny girl with big breast in the large house.
In the third and final installation of Nikki Darling's second live feed, while she gets soaking wet we are getting ready to hang her out to dry. We strap her arms together and up to the ceiling and have her stand on two metal blocks with electricity coursing through them. Then O.T. and London River work together with whips to really make her suffer. They lash at her back and her ass, sending stinging pain through her body and making her start to cry almost immediately.
O.T. and Matt Williams strap her ankles up to the ceiling and release her wrists so that she is hanging upside down, legs spread. Then they strap a hitachi in place right over her clit and slide a metal pussy hook inside her. O.T. sets the hitachi to high and gets back to whipping. He focuses on her breasts this time, to shake things up. She's shaking and swinging in pain and pleasure. O.T. puts his whip back down so he can take the pussy hook in hand and fuck Nikki with it, and she loves it. She screams as she cums hard from the pressure of the hook on her G-spot.
They pull Nikki down to the floor again so that they can have her bend over the cage they have Milcah Halili boxed up in. O.T. takes out a cane and starts beating her sweet round ass. With every stroke she lets out a little whimper and then begs for more with a "thank you sir may I have another?" And the answer to that is always yes. He keeps going on her until her gorgeous ass is covered in little raised purple lines and he is sure he has left a lasting impression.
Drifting back to sleep, Rain DeGrey knows what is waiting for her in her dreams. What she can't figure out is why. That book... it was so bad. But something about it has gotten inside of her. The last time she closed her eyes she saw men viciously taking her. This time, who knows what is coming. Her subconscious has some interesting ideas about what should turn her on.
She is helpless in the bondage, ropes digging into her perfect skin, and all she wants is for the faceless men to go back to fucking her brains out, but this one has no interest in plowing her again.
Rain can't get control of the dream. One minute she is kneeling, blindfolded and masturbating herself for some anonymous man's pleasure. The next she is hanging in the air, upside down, and she still can't stop herself from getting off. But the worst is being split by that fucking piece of wood. Her knees are just inches from the ground, but she can't get them down to relieve the pressure on her aching cunt. She's crying while she's cumming. She wants it to stop, but she can't hold herself back. Why is this so hot to her? Why is she dreaming of being used, degraded, humiliated and tormented? How could this get any worse?
She is awakened suddenly, and for just a second she thinks about getting up, but lying there in her bed, pussy dripping wet, she slips back into the dream.
Sexy blonde in black pantyhose with naked boobs plus man in blue jeans. Her tied up with belts on the floor. Gag in her mouth. He slaps her little ass. Black mask on her head. Professional bondage, hogtie and torture for a horn girl with big breast in the large house.
I ask Daisy to chase after the things I deem important. I instruct her what to do. This challenges Daisy, as she doesn't like to be told what to do. Ultimately, though, Daisy submits.
But daring gambled that she could smuggle in a small microphone hidden under her blouse, a gamble she lost when the paranoid thug demanded to search her and found the tiny device taped between her breasts!
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.
They hang her from the ceiling, savagely plow her ass, do tons of ass to mouth, face fuck and gag her, punish her with slaps, caning, and paddling, make her eat their asses, and on and on.
After the torment she went through in last week's session of her live feed, Mimosa's face is covered in black streaks from wear her crying washed her makeup down her cheeks. She is a little worn out and spread thin, and we are about to spread her a little more. Our handlers belt her arms and legs down to a St Andrew's Cross so that she is face down, spread eagle, and completely helpless to their plans. O.T.'s plan, and the first up on our docket is for him to try out his new toy.
Somehow, somewhere, O.T. managed to get his hands on a flogger, the tails of which are long chains of metal beads, and if Mimosa thought that the normal flogger hurt she is in for a nasty surprise. The impact of each hit shakes her whole body, and with each swing her face twists up into an even more uncomfortable shape. She's really struggling, now, but our handlers are nowhere near done with her. London hasn't even gotten to take a swing. They flip Mimosa over and London takes out her favorite flogger and starts beating Mimosa's pussy with it. She tries to struggle, but the restraints are too strong, so London decides it's time to move her to a new, more comfortable position.
She lays Mimosa out on the ground with her hands above her head, her wrists and ankles tied together and down to the floor with rope. She starts using Mimosa as her own personal carpet. She steps up on top of her, digging her toes and her heels in alternately as her model squeezes her eyes shut in discomfort and humiliation. Then she kneels down on Mimosa's chest and starts slapping her face over and over again, pausing occasionally only to kiss or bite the model's cheek. In no time at all Mimosa is back in tears, which is exactly as she should be.