Matt has brought Rain DeGrey home from a long car ride and, like most people; she is probably looking forward to a warm shower and a soft bed. That is a pretty stupid expectation, though, when you are being transported in the back of a van.
Picking up where the first installment of Rubber Ponies left off, Mistress Amanda's rubber pony has failed to perform adequately. Before the auction, he's whipped into shape, only to once again be outshined by Charger, the prized rubber pony. After Charger is encased in foam and packaged for shipment to his new owner, Mistress Amanda's pony is once again punished for his failures. Cum place your bids in this bizarre pony auction filled with intense training, hoods, bondage, latex, and more than you could ever imagine.
Does Siren Wolf honestly believe that she is going to get away with getting off? There is a vibrator lying nearby and a dildo on the wall, both of which she is going to enjoy the hell out of while she has a moment alone.
Electrodes are run to her chest so that Pd can make sure she is alert and ready for the day ahead of her. It will not even be the worst part of her morning.
It's all about finding a way to cure Elise Graves of her insatiable lust for bondage. At least that''s what Jack Hammer keeps telling himself. This is supposed to be therapeutic. It is supposed to help her. It isn't supposed to be about breaking this beautiful babe.
She came to him a very common problem. She just can't seem to get enough sex or bondage. The only way to cure her of her crippling addiction is to give her the perfect BDSM experience. At first he thought that meant taking her to the edge and bringing her back. It wasn't long before her realized that that wasn't going to be enough.
No, this girl needs something more. She needs to be taken beyond the edge of everything she has ever accomplished before. She needs to be put into a brutal inverted suspension, vibrated to an amazing orgasm, and punished with intense corporal punishment.
Elise Graves always screams the best when she has a hood over her face. The claustrophobic confines allow just enough air flow to let her put her lungs to work. It is amazing that she does not go hoarse.
The wooden frame she's locked to keeps her soles perfectly placed for a bit of caning action. Her ass is sticking out, practically begging to be taken advantage of by the same tools.