Strapped. As in we needed something to hold Wenona in place with. Normally iron would be the material of choice but this time it was important that she remain flexible. We have her bent over in a brutal back bridge
Why such a tough position? Well, Wenona told Cyd Black that she loves having her pussy played with so much that it makes the whole world fade into the background. Now he is going to test that by flogging, clamping and contorting her as much as humanly possible, all while the vibrators, dildos and one extremely powerful fucking machine go to town on her hole.
When she starts to squirm enough that the straps alone won't cut it, that is when we will strap her to a frame and test her limits
Bella Rossi joined us for an amazing live feed. It starts off with her and Rain DeGrey sharing an extremely tight space, a brand new cage. The way they are just tossed inside gives us a bit of a peak at Bella's colorful panties. Don't worry, she'll be taking those off, soon. Rain and Bella both are wearing way too much. What's the point of having two beauties in bondage if they are going to be all covered up?
Once the girls are free of their tight little dresses the real fun can start. They take turns backing their asses up against the bars of their cage so that they can spends some time with Mr. Pogo. “I'm a whore, fuck me more.” It's the mantra that these two live by. Their whole existence revolves around tight bondage and servicing cock. They work together in their tiny space to show off their skills in hopes of getting a taste of the real thing.
Bella is the first one out of captivity. Rain gets to sit by and watch while Bella gets the royal treatment. Of course we don't mean getting pampered. Instead all of our attention is focused on our star redhead. Now she's stuck standing while our crew works her over with a pair of whips. She wants to shift her body away from the blows but any movement means she risks losing her balance and getting her steel lover rammed even deeper inside of her.
It gets worse. Once we have her warmed up we pull the heels away. Now Bella is left standing on the tips of her toes, a tough position even when two people aren't taking whips to your feet. Some girls would give up at this point. Bella knows she still has a long day ahead of her.
"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.
I never should have agreed to go to the music festival. I never should have trusted my so called friends. Abandoned with no phone, no money, and no idea where I was I was at the mercy of strangers. That was the only reason I agreed to go home with OT. He seemed nice enough and he offered me water and a place to hang out.
He told me he was a photographer. He said he just wanted to take a couple pictures of my ass. It is my best feature. I thought for a moment that it might be cool, but something about the way he touched me without asking. Something about how he moaned.
Apparently he didn't like that I wanted to leave. He didn't want me to go. He wanted to keep me. Now I have no choice. My body is his. He uses me how he wants. He's cruel to me. He likes to hurt me. I like it too. I'll never leave him.
Lydia Black is in a world of trouble. She let Matt tie her up and you know how he likes to treat the girls he ties up. She's tied tightly to a box with her pussy exposed and her clothes are removed. He tiny nipples are quickly subjected to the heavy flogger. Except Matt doesn't get quite the reaction he expected. Instead of screams of fear and pain Lydia moans and writhes. Methinks she likes it.
Her thin sexy body is wrapped tightly to the post. She wriggles and pulls, but she's going nowhere. Matt expertly whips her as she whimpers and purrs. It's time for some flog or tickle game. He'll flog her till she begs to be tickled and then tickle her till she begs to be flogged. When she's fully worked over he kicks the box out from under her and she hangs to the post.
Sending girls on a sybian ride is one of Matt's favorite activities. Lydia gets a ride and a good one at that. She's tied in an ultra strict strappado. Her nipples are clamped with heavy weights. An Insex mask covers her face with a giant gag in her mouth. The vibrating between her legs sends her ever closer to orgasm, but Matt won't let it happen easy. She's gotta work for it.
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.
Lydia Black is in a world of trouble. She let Matt tie her up and you know how he likes to treat the girls he ties up. She's tied tightly to a box with her pussy exposed and her clothes are removed. He tiny nipples are quickly subjected to the heavy flogger. Except Matt doesn't get quite the reaction he expected. Instead of screams of fear and pain Lydia moans and writhes. Methinks she likes it.
Her thin sexy body is wrapped tightly to the post. She wriggles and pulls, but she's going nowhere. Matt expertly whips her as she whimpers and purrs. It's time for some flog or tickle game. He'll flog her till she begs to be tickled and then tickle her till she begs to be flogged. When she's fully worked over he kicks the box out from under her and she hangs to the post.
Sending girls on a sybian ride is one of Matt's favorite activities. Lydia gets a ride and a good one at that. She's tied in an ultra strict strappado. Her nipples are clamped with heavy weights. An Insex mask covers her face with a giant gag in her mouth. The vibrating between her legs sends her ever closer to orgasm, but Matt won't let it happen easy. She's gotta work for it.
I'll do anything for my Master. I loved when he tied me up and left me in his basement that first time. I felt so cold, my arms sore from being bound behind my back, my breast wrapped tight in rope. I wanted to taste his dick so bad. All I hoped for was his arrival. I got my wish. He pulled me towards him and shoved his cock deep down my throat. I wish I didn't need to pull away for air. It's less time devouring his great dick. He had my hair in his hands, juggling my head on his manhood. He threw me against a post and tied me to it, my ass out for him to play with. He kept teasing me with a vibrator, rubbing it against my sensitive clit, using my natural pussy cream to reach deep inside. I couldn't control my pants and moans. He suddenly buckled a ball gag around my head, my screams muffled, screaming from him ramming me hard and fast with his meat. He wouldn't slow down for a minute. My pussy belonged to him. If that was disgrace, I earned it.
It earns it's name back with some heavy cane strokes. In this final installment of Nothing's livefeed it gets suspended. What to do when it's swinging freely? Cane it!! And then tease it to orgasm. It did so poorly getting out of the handcuff hogtie so we decided to give it another challenge. This time it is tied with rope and told to get itself out. It struggles and rolls around on the floor. The ropes are pulled through it's crotch so each time it pulls it's pussy gets tugged. It needs to earn it's name back so it is asked to get into a caning position and take some of the hardest strokes ever. It does so happily and receives some intense cane strokes. It's ass instantly turns red. The welts show up within seconds. Then Tess crawls back into her cage for some more member questions.
The part of BDSM that is most commonly referenced is S and M, which is the part we enjoy most. Sadism and Masochism is what makes our site for true sadistic torment and masochistic suffering, combined with hardcore sex. We use floggers, single tail whips, paddles, cat o' nine tails, slappers, crops, canes, cattle prods, nipple clamps, hot wax, and more to torture our captives. Every scene is full of brutal torment, extreme bondage, and hardcore sex. Their screams are loud and real. Their suffering is true and mandatory.
Once they have been sadistically dominated, our captives are then transformed into submissive sex slaves. Each of our dominants are as sadistic as we could find, with their own unique style of brutal sexual dominance. All of our slaves are as tough as they come, being able to endure the extreme tormenting fucking.
The sex slaves are willing to endure any amount of suffering, just to fulfill their whorish sexual appetite. Their pussies are dripping wet from being dominated and can't wait to be fucked. The slaves mouth's spill out drool from the ball gags or the hard cocks that have been fucking their throats