I struggle for a while and realize there is no way to get the cuffs off, but perhaps I can still walk in them if I'm careful. I start to get up and make my way out the door but unfortunately the man was on his way back at the same time! He grabs me and mentions that he need to make it harder for me to escape, so he takes my cuffs and interlaces them so that I'm securely hog cuffed! Then he pulls down my shorts and rips open my t-shirt and bra, leaving me topless and exposed. I keep struggling, but there is no way out and no way to call for help. I hope daddy pays the ransom soon before more bad things happen to me!
Finger blasting, vibrators, hard cock, all combine to make her cum over and over and over. We just go to town on her smooth shaved pussy. We mix it up, back and forth again and again, and all Alana can do is scream her lungs out into her own panty gag.
He has really started to take a liking to Chrissy, so now that she can't call for help, he starts to get a little touchy feely. It's obvious she isn't wearing a bra so he can't resist but lift up her top to reveal her perky tits and grope them and she struggles and mmpphhss in disagreement! He finishes off by hogtying her, and leaves her helplessly bound and gagged while he goes to check on another tied up client in the other room! Chrissy can't believe what is happening, she struggles furiously and tries to be as loud as possible, but the ropes and gag are so tight that it's a hopeless effort. Eventually he returns for her. He picks her up while hogtied and throws her onto the bed. He tells her he is going to go freshen up so they can have some more fun together. Her eyes widen with horror and she struggles even more intensely now! Of course she won't be able to escape before he returns for her to have his way and blackmail her into writing him a great review to attract his next victim!
Dixon Mason sums up the allure of device bondage perfectly. With rope there is wiggle room, there is a chance to writhe and escape, but with iron there is no hope. It is cold and unyielding, the perfect counter point to the sensuality of rope.
She starts off bound with tape. It isn't the way she thought this was going to start, but quickly it begins to turn into something else. A metal collar around her neck attaches her by a chain to the ceiling. It keeps her in place in a way she did not expect. She can't relax her legs or even slouch without the metal pulling against her throat. Worse, she can't move far from where she is. PD knows it and takes full advantage, whipping her ass mercilessly.
When the iron is around her wrists and ankles she moves down to the floor. The bar that keeps her legs apart exposes her pussy to a brutal caning. Her tits are tied off to make them more sensitive for their own abuse. She talked about it earlier, the effect bondage and discipline has on her body. The bruises haven't even started to form but her pussy is dripping wet. She isn't quite able to cum from the pain but the Hitachi on her clit will get her the rest of the way there.
Dixon's a bit tired after her orgasms, but PD's friend Jack Hammer is here and he hasn't had his turn with her yet. Now the metal bars and shackles have her on her back with her legs spread up into the air. The iron box on her head blocks out all of the light but amplifies every sound around her. The sounds of foot steps, the cane coming down on her legs, even her own screams are made louder as they echo in the tiny prison. She is going to cum again, harder this time, and as the waves of orgasms take her body she will get the exact feeling she wants, bucking against the relentless bondage.
Bonnie Day is a fantastic bondage model who has decided to cross over into boy/girl sex. She is turned on by pain, obedience and feeling helpless in rope. Does an outstanding job dominating and fucking her in this role play about the lengths some will go for a job promotion.
Being a private dancer is not easy. Guys are always being so touchy. No matter how many times you tell them to keep their hands to themselves they are always putting their hands on you. When OT hired me to come back to his studio he seemed like a respectful enough guy. Wow was I ever wrong about him! When my dance was over he wasn't happy. I guess his logic was that I shouldn't be happy either. He put me in leather cuffs and strapped my legs together. He attached my neck to something above my head with a harsh metal cord. Then he removed my dress. Not by sliding it off. He ripped it from my body. Each position he put me in was harder than the last. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but it started to become more clear. He wanted to punish me for not letting him touch me. What a cruel sadistic prick. I loved every second of it!