If variety is the spice of life it is definitely the best of bondage. Who wants to see the same old positions and the same old girls? We've got Audrey Noir. She's a hot piece of ass that we found practically begging for an intense BDSM experience. That means we can't just put her into a simple hog tie and call it a day. We need to have something special for her. We need to have her upside down in a chair tie, so that her ass and pussy are in the air, taking a whipping, caning, or whatever else we come up with. We strap her down with her legs wipe open, shove a thick, black dildo inside of her, and whip her clit until her screams drown out the sound of the whip against her skin.
It doesn't matter if the girl quits at this point because we're pretty much done with her anyway. We get to see how much she can handle and they get to see exactly how sick we are. It's like we're exploring each other.
It's a mystery where OT finds the women he uses on his stage. He found Lux wandering the street and he just had to have her. He puts her in the back of his car and drags her back to his studio. Her struggles are futile in the black leather hood and handcuffs. Once she's on his stage he locks her tightly into a wooden contraption. The dirt still sticks to her legs.
Sometimes OT builds up to tormenting his subjects, but with Lux he doesn't spare a second. She's screaming immediately, but the position could easily be made less comfortable. That's just what OT had in mind. Holding her own body weight up requires a tremendous amount of energy and it slowly wears Lux down.
The sweat drips down her face as he torments her with every tool at his disposal. Most subjects would crack under these circumstances, but Lux is learning to enjoy it. OT hooks her sweet little asshole and beats her harder while she's straddling the vibrator. If you asked her if she wanted to leave she'd say no!
I wasn't even done putting the last strap in place when Hannah was already trying to talk her way out of her restraints. By talk I mean barely intelligible grunts through her full head harness gag. Ignoring her initial pleas I left her to test her restraints out. Elbows and wrists cinched together along with her legs. Getting out on her own wouldn't be easy, if even possible. When Hannah wouldn't relent her complaining I decided to take the comfort from her position and added another strap pulling her into a tight hogtie. Desperate to get some relief from her new position she is more than willing to do anything I ask in trade for some relief. Let the bargaining begin.
Genres: Abandonment, Back Talk, Balancing on Knees, Bastinado, Begging, Belt Bondage, BDSM, Bondage, Spanking, Torture, Humilation
Video language: English
London River is the typical nagging wife. She sits around the house gossiping on the phone to her friends while OT is hard at work. He does the laundry, cooks, cleans the dishes, vacuums the house, and works a full time job. She does nothing but insult and degrade him. She even cheats on him. There's only so much a grown man can take. One day he just snaps. What comes next London never would have expected. At first OT wonders if he made the right decision. He regrets hurting his lovely wife, but London can't help mouthing off to him. She just can't help pushing him. She's going to feel his humiliation, his pain, his sadness. She's going to lose everything before he's done with her. All the while he'll transform himself. Maybe when he's done she'll deserve him. Maybe he'll make her love him as much as he loves her.
The coyotes will have a feast; her valiva runs thick and copiously. I am beside myself with this whore. She cringes at my attentions yet her body pulses, reaching out for more. This is the ultimate state and the final betrayal. Her mind and sense of self have hopelessly failed.
I readied her with a tight clam tie and placed her in the middle of the mattress. Implements of penetration surround the altar. Letting her stew for a couple hours will afford her the opportunity to amuse herself by imagining how they all will be used.
It was time for the trail. Blindfolded and guided by the rope cleaving her cunt she is yanked up the hill. Every step is a fright and her soles are jabbed by stubble and shale. Arriving at the grotto I bind her to a tree. Her skull hole is stuffed with two shop rags and sealed with packing tape. For added measure her jaw is sealed shut with a wrap over the top of her head. Her screams will barely be audible over the caw of the crows.
The crows are announcing a new arrival; the feast is at hand. Lets begin with some crimson life essence drawn as the whine of the mosquito fades in an out about her head.