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.
Adorable Lydia Black is about to join O.T.'s extensive collection of perverted sex toys. Once he's got her in her new dress and make-up she is exactly right to replace the doll he broke last week. Lydia thought she was meeting him for a quick smoke before she headed home, but at this point she will be lucky if she ever sees daylight again. He takes his time in stripping her naked, going over every inch of her body looking for any defect. She's exposed and humiliated, trying desperately to ignore how dirty his hands and words make her feel.
Lydia is one sexy catch. Quite flexible and fully poseable, this might be the best little punching bag he has brought home yet. Metal restraints pull her limbs out wide while a latex mask leaves her in the dark. She tries to scream and struggle when he starts working her pussy with the whip, but in the end it starts to sound more like moaning than anything else. A quick check between her legs shows him that she is adjusting to her new life nicely.
Dripping wet, Lydia probably thinks that if she can suffer through enough he will reward her with his cock. It's true, in a sense, since he has 8 inches of cold steel on hand to extract multiple orgasms from her poor, abused cock socket. He works her pussy until she squirts, and then starts railing her ass with the same metal member. Both holes leave her bucking against her bondage as the waves of rapture roll over her.
Some people find their way into bondage through friends, some through significant others, and some through sheer chance. Kel Bowie never had to find her way into it at all. As far as she's concerned, and as far as we can tell, Kel was born for bondage. She thinks about it all the time and always has. In the beginning of her session, in fact, she mentions the first time she was ever tied up at the fresh young age of nine. It's no wonder she found her way to our dungeon.
Kel has her arms tied back in a brutal strappado and her legs tied at the ankles to spread them as wide as they can go. As O.T. ties her neck rope to the ceiling she gets curious and wants to watch to see what he's doing. O.T. doesn't feel the need to humor this slut enough to look her in the face and tells her not to look at him unless he says otherwise. Kel does her best but she can't seem to keep her eyes off of his hands as he sets her up for her torment. It looks like O.T. is going to have to teach her a lesson in listening to simple, basic instructions.
He cuts holes in her tight little dress so that he can attach some nipple clamps and canes all over her feet and legs. Her neck rope is so tightly tied to the ceiling that each time she squirms with discomfort, it chokes her a little tighter. O.T. moves her around the room as he sees fit to more uncomfortable and intense positions, but she never loses the rope around her neck. She must have done a pretty bad job of listening, because pretty soon she is well acquainted with not just the feeling of the cane on her legs, but also barbecue skewers on her feet, and a flogger on her sensitive pussy.
It starts with stripping her, both of her clothing and her dignity. He cuts away the pretty dress she is wearing, piece by piece, leaving first her tits exposed, and then the rest of her. She'll get something more befitting her station to wear later.
Don't get sotted at a party and wander off into someone's wooded property. That's what I did. When I started to wake up the next morning I could feel myself being carried. I thought maybe I was in a car going home from the party. When I felt my neck being locked to the top of a post I started to wake up more. I was on my feet and I was bent over. I thought I knew what he wanted to do with me. It's what all men want from me. I wouldn't have minded a little in and out right then, but that's not what he had planned. His hands roamed over my body. The perv wanted to put his toys inside me. He wanted to spank me and make me cry. I should never have gone to the party.
Milcah Halili has been excited for a long time for their date with London River. London is tall, fun, smoking hot, and incredibly mysterious. No one Milcah knows has ever been or seen inside of her house. It looks like Milcah is going to be the first, since after coffee London looks ready and raring to go and invites them in to hang out a little longer. There was no way for them to expect what London has waiting for them, but they are about to find out why no one who goes in ever comes out.
London wraps her arm around Milcah's neck and puts them to sleep, and when they wake up they are not too happy. London gets them down in a plank, holding themselves up on their hands and toes, then laces wire beneath them, so if their strength gives in, even for a second, they will be met with an unpleasant shock. London caresses their back adoringly, admiring how cute her date is, before it occurs to her that they might not be thinking the same about her, and goes to grab the cattle prod just to be sure. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asks. And if Milcah knows what is good for them they will answer yes.
She is starting to get more convinced as she stands Milcah up on their toes, an electrified wire strung right beneath their heels, just waiting to send a jolt of electricity through their body. London spends the duration of their date making Milcah hurt, not trusting them and knowing that they will surely hurt her in the future. With each pang of agony Milcah experiences, she trusts their affection a little more, and Milcah becomes more and more sure that they will never date carefree again.
This movie based on true life in 1930-1938 when Mr. Beria was chief of KGB in Russia. Innocent young girls were kidnapped on the streets of Moscow and forcibly escorted to the Chief of KGB, Mr. Beria. The only fault of these girls were that they were young and pretty. Unspeakable cruelty of KGB staff was waiting these unfortunate victims of communist system. Watch as our cruel FemDom whips this bad girl with a stick until she's crying and her ass bares the mark of her punishment.