Charlotte Sartre thinks she is on a simple shopping trip, just like any other weekend. She goes into a furniture store, looking for some kind of chair to help furnish her new apartment, and O.T. is more than happy to help her look around his shop. She says she doesn't need anything too comfortable, which is good since the array of chairs he had are all made of metal pipes bent into strange shapes. Eventually she sits down on one, her legs spread by the metal, and O.T. locks her neck into a metal collar. A girl with this little common sense doesn't deserve to get out of that bondage, but O.T. knows what she does deserve.
O.T. ties Charlotte's hair into pigtails and wraps them across her face and through her mouth to make a gag, which he then tapes in place with masking tape. With her legs open wide, her tights are exposed, so he takes his knife and cuts out the crotch from them so he can better reach between her legs. He takes the piece of fabric he cut away, balls it up, and sticks it in her nose so she has an even harder time breathing. Then he rubs his hand over her pussy through her panties to get her ready for their next activity.
Charlotte is shackled onto a pole, her wrists and ankles locked in in some heavy metal bondage, and a metal wire gag laced through her mouth and pulling at the sides of her lips and her cheeks. That only hurts, but doesn't do a great job keeping air from getting in or out, so O.T. pulls a plastic bag over her head to help with some breath play. Then he starts whipping and flogging her body. Each ragged breath and each whine she tries to let out only makes her more aware of the suffocation and makes her more scared. What happens next will have you at the edge of your seat.
Caroline and Amelia enlist Will the footman to deliver some counterfeit invitations to a forthcoming dinner party. Governess Miss Blake finds out the plot, and disciplines all three conspirators with the cane.
Dakkota enters Mr Big Boss's office and is distressed at some of the figures she's gone over as of late. Productivity is her primary concern and Mr Big Boss seems to be very concerned with the concept of not being able to bind and gag women anymore.
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We have used her amazing mouth and tight pussy, it is time to take a crack at that flawless ass. Bound with belts in a classic fuck me position, her perfectly pedicured toes point up to the ceiling and her mouth hangs over the edge of the table. Both ends are wide open and ready for use.
And use them we do. We sink home balls deep into that endlessly impressive mouth as another cock steps up and takes the other side. Lyla is turned into the sexy meat in a cock sandwich. Her makeup was long ago wrecked and as she is punishingly facefucked it becomes ever more destroyed. Drool covers her sex glazed face.
10 inches of BBC sink into that ass as Lyla moans gratefully. The bondage keeps her firmly in place and all she can do is wiggle like a cat in heat. Her perfect bubblebutt eats up every inch of the cock as she cums hard, over and over. All the while she is firmly spit roasted with another one in her messy mouth. Not content, we fingerbang her ass until she unleashes a squirting orgasm.
Lyla lies limply in her bondage, completely destroyed and lolling in her own juices. If there ever was a girl that craves destruction by cock, it is this girl. And we love her for it.
She's just too new to the BDSM world to know how to behave properly during a live feed. Her manners could use some work and when it comes to teaching a lesson, there is nothing like a little pain and humiliation to drive the point home.
Dakkota was seated waiting on Mr Big Boss in a slinky black dress, leather gloves and some leopard print heels. Mr Big Boss comes in and tells her that she's to be tied up and put on display for some executives on the board room big screen. He has her remove the dress down to a girdle with garters to seamed stockings and a black bra.
To bring to life, one of the most inspirational works of art to many of those with that sadistic twinge, is such a pleasure to both Master James and slave abigail in their own vastly differing ways. Georges Pichard has been a guilt free pleasure for their eyes and senses and brings a normalcy to their most devious of activities. But what started out as a joyful tribute to Pichard very quickly turned into a real nightmare for slave abigail. Thrust into a situation of tightly closed quarters, welded together by the hands of her loving Master, she finds that even the slightest threat to her well being is magnified to an extent that got the best of her in the end. Oh... but that wasn't the end... no, that was only the beginning of this nightmarish dream come true. You must watch as words do no justice to witnessing Master James teetering dangerously close to pushing His slave off the cliffs of her sanity.
He knows exactly how to catch a slut like this. Rather than running up to her he plays it cool, acts like he is shy. She takes the bait, coming over to talk and flirting shamelessly.
I decided to play a little game with Dixie. She's fun to work with and I thought she would enjoy this. She is wearing a turquoise latex dress ( her first piece of latex and she loves it!) and I have on a red tube dress with black waist cincher. The Boss starts our bondage by putting leather ankle cuffs with high heel stirrups on me.