Sexy, tan and blonde with blue eyes, Carter Cruise is the perfect package. She is the sort of girl you WISH lived next door. If you ever wondered what an all natural CA girl would look like if she somehow ended up belted down in strict device bondage and used hard without mercy from both ends by big dick, wonder no longer. Today we find out. Bound in leather belts and cuffs in a classic “fuck me” position with a twist, Carter is deliciously exposed from both ends. Her tanned legs point up to the ceiling and her toes are tied together. That perfect pussy is calling out for some attention and we oblige with both the celebrator and the hitachi. She shutters and cums her her bondage. Enough warm up. It is time to train some holes.
He sets up a rope wrapped around her waist and threaded through her pussy and ties a rock at the end so it pulls against her. Then he takes his flogger and starts beating her tits and her ass until she starts shrieking through her ball gag.
Ordinary sex is not for us! We are not looking for easy ways! We bind the girl, so that she could not resist. What is ready, and now you can start playing anal toys today to help us.
Precarious does not begin to describe the situation Cici Rhodes finds herself in. PD decided to have himself a little roast today and she may become the main course if she is not lucky. Alright, maybe PD is not quite That brutal, but she is definitely going to feel the burn today. It is not a complex device but that makes it no more enjoyable. All it takes is a swinging cage and an open flame and the party is ready to start.
Harley Ace is in desperate need of help. She's been plagued for years with thoughts of sexualized, perverted versions of violent acts being performed on her. She has dreams almost every night about men tying her up, choking her, beating her, and using her like a fuck puppet.
In a dark corner of the room, locked away for safety, Cici Rhodes waits, miserably. In a dark corner of her mind, locked away tightly, is what she is waiting for. The days and nights have strung together in a whirlwind of isolation, humiliation and violation. She doesn't know what is real any more and which of those experiences she has conjured in her mind. Cici doesn't think she's crazy. She's pretty sure she doesn't need to be kept in a straight jacket, shackled to the walls. But if these are the kinds of fantasies she has when she is alone, maybe it is for the best.
A dentist's chair sits empty, waiting. Blindfolded and handcuffed, she's led to the chair. He sits her down and cuffs lock her ankles and wrists in place. Her clothes are ripped and cut off her body. He gropes her breasts then slides cord through her nipple rings to her collar, pulling the cord tight, stretching her nipples. Her body twists against the metal holding her in place. A new metal face-hole creation fits between her teeth. He canes her breasts.
Drool runs in a stream. He uses it to lube her pussy. The Fish, a double metal hook, slips into her cunt, prying her open. A vibrator nestles between the folds of her inner labia. Her hips start a rhythmic motion. Because now she wants what he's doing to her. She wants it very much. You can see it in her eyes and her face, in the softened shape of her mouth.
With PD, it's always more straps. He tightens them around her chest, her neck, and her forehead. She's reclined. Her ankles are strapped to the armrests so that her cunt is lifted and her legs spread. Clips tied to her toes stretch her labia. Her pussy opens, pink and juicy. Mr. Pogo pushes into her cunt. PD canes her foot as she comes.
A gas mask encloses her head. PD attaches a tube and bellows. This is her task for the next few hours. Breathing. He places the bellows between her knees so that she can pump it. If she drops it she's done, a goner breathless. He vibrates her again, but sometimes she forgets to pump the bellows. Because it takes concentration, coming and breathing all at the same time. He laughs. Don't forget to breathe, he says. It's subtle, the game he plays with her.
He makes her come many times. And then he leaves. And she's trying to remember to pump the bellows. It's all about oxygen.
Cici Rhodes was uncomfortable in her cage but it is a far cry better than being out and in the clutches of PD. He does not just want to cane her. The burning welts across her ass are not satisfying enough. He needs her to know that it is coming. She has to anticipate the pain and want to run from it. Then she needs to ask for another one, take it without cringing and thank him for it afterwards. It is a mind game that he is playing; and one that she is bound to lose.
Cici Rhodes looks pretty in pigtails but she'll look even better in tears. She lets us see her pain proudly. She calls it subspace. It is more than that, though. It is a driving need inside of her to test herself against PD's darkest desires. She knows how brutal he can be. Just looking around she can see dozens of devious devices. Each one inflicts its own special type of humiliation or agony. If she can steady her nerves enough to suffer through them she will get the validation she so badly needs from him.