Mona Wales is an experienced player. We like that because she knows what to expect so we can go harder, faster, and longer. She is a dominant person when she plays at home but for people as well versed in the art of BDSM as we are, she is going to have to learn her place. She may be fine at taking control of others but here, on our turf, she is the play thing and we are the masters.
She falls into place quite nicely. O.T. binds her to the ratcheting leg spreader, a devious device that opens her legs. Click click click. Her spastic leg movements inadvertently pull open her left leg. We can’t have asymmetry so O.T. ratchets open her right leg. Now she’s in the perfect position for O.T. to take advantage of her. He has a whip that loves to lick pussy. Every time the little braid at the end of the single tail kisses her wet lips, she shrieks in pain.
She came to us to prove that she could take it as well as she dishes it out. O.T. covers Mona's face with a bit of cloth and then it starts. Water is sprayed across the rag and it begins to trickle through. Mona is shocked by how it feels, making her breathing difficult. It doesn't help that multiple, Hitachi-induced, intense orgasms have left her short of breath.
Had I slept at all? I wasn't sure - my memory of the previous night seemed like one long episode of aching, shivering discomfort. Hour by long hour, the cage had seemed to shrink, until I'd felt like a contortionist; sometimes I'd been aware of him, sleeping comfortably in the large bed above me, and had hoped that perhaps he'd wake and relent. But the night wore on and my hope faltered.
Finally, I must have slept, because I woke up, stiff, confused and heavy headed, aware that I was much colder than before. As memories of the previous day flooded back, I realised afresh taht I was indeed locked in a cage, and that my blanket had now been removed. Furthermore, my feet had been cuffed outside the bars, and as he suddenly loomed over me (the ever present cameras recording everything) I saw that he'd unclipped the vile black strap from his belt. the significance of my feet becing secured outside the cage occured to me suddenly, and to my shame I started to beg him, desperately, not to resume with yesterdays most feared punishment...
Bastinado on unbruised flesh is really awful, but honestly, it's nothing when compared to being whipped on feet which are already marked and tender from a previous beating. it was terrible, and within seconds I was screaming wildly. He paused, and stupidly I allowed myself to hope that he was feeling sorry for me. Alas, he had merely picked up a gag to silence me with. How I hated gages! At first glance I'd assumed it was another huge ball-gag, but then with mounting horror I realised that this was a new design. The gag was in fact a thick rubber cock, mounted on a leather strap which he proceeded to ram into my protesting mouth and fasten tightly, leaving me almost choking, and squirming with humiliation to have such a sexual element introduced into the punishment.
Now the bastinado resumed, harder if anything than before, and I could do nothing to defend myself; even my most desperate screams were muffled comprehensively by the rubber cock filling my mouth, and still the strap descended, reducing my feet to furnaces of burning pain, and me to tears....
Teen sex slave Marina Angel is a world-class submissive, and if this scene is any indication of what level of depravity Marina will someday achieve, her future as a famous BDSM babe is secure! With her little hardbody shackled and her wrists and ankles bound together, her nipples are pumped up while Mistress Esmi and Master Bruno take turns flogging her sweet pink pussy with different whips, but this is just the appetizer! Next, her cunt is lubed and fingerfucked hard by Esmi and Bruno while he also whips her tits at the same time. A clothespin zipper is applied to her beef curtains and then she is fucked to submission by Bruno while Esmi humps her face. Bruno shocks Marina's pussy with a cattle prod while Esmi counts down Marina's orgasm. Marina deepthroats him and then he gives her pussy another pounding in missionary, reverse cowgirl and spoon positions. Bruno blows a huge load on to Marina's face and Esmi scoops it up and stuffs it into Marina's mouth until she swallows every drop. One hell of a show!
While filming Satin Bloom on the catwalk, she was actually belted much longer than needed. She was locked for 4 hours, although the shoot could have been done in two. We told her there were some problems, first with the lights, then with the music… Satin got very bored, and she eventually asked to be unlocked for a break, to go outside and call her friend. Of course, we did not unlock her, but she was allowed to go on our roof to...
This is the second Friday when Emily has to report to us and she gets punished for things she did wrong during the week. She missed a few important classes during the week so for that I decided to put the little miss over my knee and give her a pretty hard spanking which she felt. Followed by some corner time of course.
Genres: BDSM, Bit Gag, Breast Bondage, Cage Suspension, Dildo, Drool, Hitachi, Lesbian, Metal Bondage, Natural Breast, Nipple Bondage, Nipple Clamps, Pogo, Rigid Ankle Cuffs, Shackles, Single Tail, Spanking, Water, Whip, Metal Bondage, Anal Fisting, electrical dil
The name of the game is Teamwork. It will mean a lot for Wenona and Mattie Borders today. They start off chained to each other in such a way that only one of them can make it to their water dish. It is a cruel trick made worse by the fact that the gags in their mouths will keep them from swallowing anyway.
It won't be the only time they have to work together. Cyd Black wants to get his cock sucked and it is going to take both of them to get it right. Being used together like that gets them excited and they start to enjoy each other's company while they have the time.
Two women can only spend so much time chained together before they start to draw a bit of strength from each other. It's too bad that is exactly when Cyd decides to separate them. Wenona watches helplessly from her cage up above while he torments and Mattie without remorse.
What do you get when you hand over one blazing hot redhead to one of the masters of old school device bondage and discipline? Well, that's easy, actually. You get a bound beauty kept on the razor's edge of the most mind blowing orgasm of her life for so long that when she finally feels the release it leaves her dazed and confused. Cadence Cross is our super sexy submissive today and OT has more in store for her than she is able to handle.
Bondage isn't just foreplay, it's the whole game when OT is in control. Cadence is locked down with her ass up, showing off the perfect target for a bit of corporal punishment. This is a girl who gets off from feeling some pain so OT has no reason to hold anything back. He goes at her so hard that her ass starts showing off some bruises before he's even finished. Her pussy gets some battering of its own, leaving it wet and ready to get pounded.
How much does Cadence love the cane? She doesn't complain for a second when OT takes the big, thick rod he's been using to turn her ass black and blue and plunges it inside of her. Her eyes roll back in her head and she begins begging again, hoping that she'll finally be allowed to cum.
So far he has only teased her with the vibrator but she hopes that if he is happy with her he may actually let her get off. It's humiliating to beg the way she does, but if her only options are to debase herself or spend the rest of the day on the edge of orgasm the choice is easy.
Unbelievably and delightfully, I was now instructed that it was almost dinner time and I would be allowed to dress for the meal. This was a great surprise, I’d been naked for most of the day and had hated it, especially as time had progressed and he had added to my collection of bruises. Bizarrely, he led me into a wardrobe room full of clothes and said I could choose what to wear. After only a few hours of ‘slavery’, this choice felt uncomfortable, dangerous even. I found myself suspicious that choosing an outfit that displeased him might result in punishment; and so what would normally have been a natural decision – to please myself – became a rather frightening guessing game. While I dithered, he remained calm, genial even; merely vetoing suggestions when my choices clashed with the restrains he wanted me to wear.
Finally, clad in a blue silk dress and white cuffs which I thought were actually very beautiful, I was ready for whatever was going to come next. Surely having dinner, at an actual table, wearing proper clothes, would be far too comfortable an ending for a day of such unfathomable strangeness? I’m afraid I was disappointed – had he given up on me? How pathetic, after all that macho rule-giving and demerit-ing!
When he suggested I do my makeup, I suppose I was ready to test some boundaries. Looking back, this was obviously crazy, but, well, it had been a crazy day. In my dubious wisdom I engaged him in conversation about how many demerits were left, what they might be, and whether they were open to negotiation? His response was swift and painful, and made use of an unexpected target! This frustrated me, but alas, didn’t serve as a sufficient warning. In trying to gain the upper hand (why?) I again overstepped the invisible line and got the strap, again, to the soles of my feet. This particular punishment was beginning to really terrify me, and I found myself pleading, actually pleading for him to use the strap on my hands instead….
Maybe dinner would have been a pleasant interlude otherwise, but he certainly wasn’t in the frame of mind to indulge me now… as he led me towards the table, I was sure that something wasn’t right….