It is not simple by any means being Master to a fine tuned machine. I show you these displays not to boast of her "perfect submission... unquenchable masochism... hedonistic lust for the contrast between pain and sexual pleasure" but to give you a real life look into what I longed to see before I knew it first hand. Some days it comes easy, the knowlege of how to keep this slave challenged and teetering on the edge that she craves... but most days I spend in deep study of her mind...her silence... listening for that faint whisper of her screams. Slave abigail is haunted by her body's incessant need to challenge itself; against itself; for itself and for the purpose of gaining knowledge. knowledge of the limits of it's confines. She had braved multiple 40 day juice fasts long before she knew Me and all on her own because she simply craved a challenge. Her body does it on it's own now and without her approval sometimes. It's up to me to capture the rare momments in which I can push her just a bit further toward that edge. This is just the tiny snippet of what I could show you here of the challenges that I put her through after her 14th day without having a movement. This is where we are bound... where my Lion meets her goat and where my sadistic hunger is fed a lavish feast.
Steel restraints are legendary in the BDSM world for many reasons. The Scavengers girl restraint is one of the most painful to be in for long lengths of time. Even slave abigail, a seasoned pain and pleasure sex slave, is challenged in this Scavenger Of Attrition restraint. Of course sucking cock and anal stimulation just adds to the experience.. What type of Attrition would you spread on this sexy fuck doll in this predicament, completely at your mercy?
Summer's wrists are attached to the overhead hoist, before it is raised. Summer bends over as her shoulders are stressed. I add a few more cinched zipties to her ankles to complete her leg bondage. I let her get used to her bondage for a few minutes, before I return to increase the severity a bit. I tighten up the zipties pulling her wrists up even more. Summer still seems to be handling this ulta-strict bondage quite well, until I start ziptying her head back. She now finally starts making some, thanks to her huge mouth filling gag, muffled sounds. I would like to clover clamp her nipples and maybe tie them off to her knees, but I get the feeling Summer is almost to her breaking point, so I quickly clamp her nipples with some heavy spring clamps. This is where Part 3 ends. A little more tape is wrapped around her head and under her chin, before I leave her to endure her tight bondage. I return, and after a few more ass slaps and tit squeezes, I make her beg for release of the clamps and from her bondage. I added some behind the scenes footage of Summer being cut out of the zipties and from her gag. She has some interesting commentary after the gag was taken out.
The photographer takes advantage of the helplessness of the blind and gagged Julia from her hands with handcuffs to tie up her back. Then he ties Julia with ropes fixed to the chair.
Julia tested on a scarf and a bar gag. Finally, she submit a harness with integrated eyes darkening and Ballgag. The photographer helps her. When she want to solve the gag, the photographer behind her and holding handcuffs in his hands.
With Summer seated, I untie her wrists and then ziptie them behind her back. I remove her gag and replace it with a pump gag and a few wraps of black tape. Summer remains quite stoic, so I try and interact with her and ask her which gag she likes better. We hear a little gag talk, but she is definitely not chatty. I proceed to bind her with many zipties. I eventually remove her pump gag and replace it with 2 pairs of huge panties, which are then sealed in with clear tape. Once again, I coax a little gag talk out of her, otherwise she remain silent. I place a rubber swin cap on her head and then continue binding her with zipties. Soon her elbows are welded together with the cinched nylon, non-forgiving, bands, and I pull her to her feet.
She is already in tears. She is already so sore and tired. She is already barely holding it together. And now is when the hardest part of her day begins.
Winnie Rider knew that this is how it would be. No one lets themselves get locked into two sets of stocks and is surprised when the pain starts. The stocks have her curled into a “U” shape, like she is hogtied, but there is none of the softness that comes with rope. It's all been replaced with firm, unyielding wooden frames.
And when she has taken enough of a beating that she should barely be able to stand, we're going to free her from that bondage and find a new way to make her suffer. It's only when she is at her weakest that we decide to string her up by her wrists and make her dance for our canes.
That is when we have our magic moment. That is when we push her so far that we hit her limit and the switch is flipped. Instead of fearing the cane, now she wants it. Instead of pain she now feels pleasure. We've broken this one. Winnie is ours now.