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 cant have asymmetry so O.T. ratchets open her right leg. Now shes 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 Monas 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 doesnt help that multiple, Hitachi-induced, intense orgasms have left her short of breath.
leep is fitful and only possible after the exhaustion of constant shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It feels like my body has been covered in blows - the rocks are bruising me. Its getting colder. The sun is lower; It beams through a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of those web bound carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin -- shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence -- often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings. The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning he would come and stand over me; staring, pissing, playing with himself. Today, when he brought me the slop, he was wearing a gas mask. The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It is less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have prepared a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so she is on all fours. For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to another level. I am going to bifurcate her -- two for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The cock sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a machine will soften and swell her gash for my cock. Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and that terrible pole that locks around my neck. He orders me to role over onto my stomach -- I know this drill, so I put my hands behind my back immediately. (Reaching through the grate he locks the shackles together.) He slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it. I hear the muffled sound of the grate scraping on the concrete. He yanks me out of the hole by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst -- he pushes me forward by that pole. It is a stifling fright -- I cannot see where I am stepping. He seems to delight in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles. I’m now on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. He pulls the hood off my head -- the purpose of this position is suddenly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure he will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I can’t help but sigh with great relief as this vile stench is about to be washed from me.
We had said from the start that SD was going to crack so you had to know something was coming. She has been coming apart for a while now, alternating between giggling fits and screams for mercy, but we may have really pushed her off the deep end.
Rain DeGray is tied up all comfy and cozy down on her knees for Matt Williams where she belongs. Her mouth is stuffed full of ball gag and her breasts are swollen and pink from a rope harness that's squeezing them tight. He clamps some clothespins onto Rain's nipples to pinch them tight and sting her hard.
Matt stands her up and bends her over, pulling her arms into a brutal strappado and wrapping them with rope. Her legs are pulled apart and tied at the ankle so she can't pull them back together. Then he torments each of them in their own turn. He taps the cane up and down each of her calves, each stinging a little more than the last. Then he stands her up and starts to tear into her tits with a flogger.
He strings a line from Rain's neck rope down between her legs through her crotch so that it rubs snug up against her pussy. Then he pulls the rope attached to her strappado even tighter, hoisting her up by her elbows. Then, when her body is aching as much as he wants, Matt presses a hitachi up against her clit and starts to vibrate away.
I put my slave through a lot of rigorous tests and physically challenging situations... A lot of which are not exactly the most enjoyable... even for her and her need for suffering. But when W?we first met and began to taste of one another, there was a dance that took place that was foundational. Old fashioned and rudimentary. Calculated and intrinsic. Primal and telling. Here is a look into a classic caning and strapping. Built up from a warm hand spanking and moved through to a rhythmic caning and finishing with a heavy strapping. slave abigail can take quite a deal of pain especially when built up like this and her sensuality exudes from every pore. I can't help but to satiate her desires with a good fucking after I work her into a frenzy.
Sometimes we find a girl who can really go the distance. Abigail Dupree, for instance, is inexhaustible in bondage and with discipline. We spent an entire day with her, doing all of the fucked up things that make a Real Time Bondage live feed so special, and she wasn't just active, she was extraordinary.
Two for the price of one! Emma Haize and Odette Delacroix are a package team of awesome cuteness. Tiny, blonde, thin and pigtailed, these two are so adorable there is only one thing to do with them. Which is stuff them full of cock until their eyes glaze over. You do not get get to be this precious and not get fucked silly. Bound together on a long wooden pole and lined up on our legendary and well used fuck bed, Emma and Odette are about to be given the ride of their life. And that is exactly what they get. Not one but two dicks step up to the plate to completely destroy these two pixies. One after another the rock hard cocks assail their tender holes. We never let up, we never slow down, we never show a hint of mercy. These tiny twins are plowed within an inch of their life. Odette brings some serious deepthroating skills to the table, and we make full use of it. !0 inch BBC is jammed down to the base. To her credit, Odette takes it balls deep without a whimper. This one was put on the planet to suck dick, and she does it like a champ. All the while Emma is next to her getting throughly railed. Their combined moans of pleasure make sweet music that echoes off of the rafters. Once we have used every hole these sluts have available, and they are limp and fuck in their restraints, eyes glazed and well used mouths slack, we walk away. We have had our fill for the moment. When we want around round, we know they will be there waiting for us.
As far as Harley Ace is concerned there are only two things in life, the waiting and the suffering. She's beautiful. Her life should be filled with parties and boys. Instead it's filled with anticipation, anxiety, and agony. Her perky tits that she thought would bring men to their knees are just targets on her chest where PD knows she is most sensitive. Her tight pussy is a tool for his pleasure instead of hers. And there is nothing she can do about it. For hours a day she is left in bondage. She is hogtied on the floor, shackled in the basement, chained in the barn, left to wonder what is coming when PD arrives. It's never comfortable and it is always long. Her body aches from the strenuous positions and it is as happy as she will ever be, left alone with her thoughts. As soon as PD comes in things are different. The rough bondage is just to soften her up so she is more fun to play with. He says he doesn't like to see her cry, but that doesn't stop him from making tears pour down her face. Harley's exposed and bound, completely helpless when the games begin. He wants her to learn to enjoy what is happening to her. And she better do it fast because this is her life now, a new, beautiful, little bondage doll in his collection.
This three-part video features our 2016 rubber pool party. Each year many of our friends come to San Francisco to attend the Folsom Street Fair. The day after the fair we have our pool party and each year more of our friends attend. This is our third rubber pool party and we are starting to get the hang of it. The is to invite friends who own unusual and bizarre rubber gear and have everyone show up at the same place and time. It also helps if the day is hot and sunny.
This year we had a lot of cool gear including inflatable suits and bags from Rubbers Finest and Studio Gum, and three gas-masks which were hooked to scuba tank air for everyone to try. There were twenty or so people in all, and everyone tried on everything which was really fun. If you have never been in a swimming pool in your rubber, you need to try it at least once. It's a fantastic experience. In addition to all the rubber we had a few guys in SteelWerks chastity devices, and some women in stainless steel bondage and chastity gear. We also had our friend Strap Wizard restrain himself in a wheelchair in the pool! All in all, everyone had a good time. We can't wait to see who - and what - will show up next year. This update includes 3 videos and 98 still images. Enjoy!