Inspired by Agan Medon Sailor Luna has her arms pulled tightly behind her back. She is walked onto a giant dildo that makes its way to the back of her throat. OT fondles and undresses her while she struggles not to gag. The leather hood on Sailor Luna's head keeps her in utter darkness and unable to speak. In just her panties Sailor Luna looks so adorable. OT takes the opportunity to whip her cute little tits and her sweet butt. When he pulls the hood off he wraps his huge hands around her throat and tightens down. OT attaches her to a wooden device that has her completely exposed. She can't help but jut her pussy out for all to see. OT pulls her legs up, pushing her knees harshly into the edge of the wood. Labia clamps pull her tender pushy flesh open. Mr Pogo is crammed deeply into her wet cunt and the vibrator buzzes away at her clit. She's teased so close to orgasm that each time OT pulls the vibrator away Sailor Luna wants to cry.
The true nature of pain can only be understood by experiencing it. Pain is a great teacher. It will teach you humility, respect and bring peace to your mind once you accept it. Will Mistress Lea be able to teach her new pet Cynthia these things as well? Or will she just beat her senseless for no particular reason? Lets wait and find out..
London River has made her decisions. She prefers damn near anything to the experience of being tickled. And so she will have damn near everything.
We're not just talking about hard, metal bondage, and a few easy orgasms. OT is a crack shot with a whip and he's not afraid to use it. London is locked down with her legs in the air and her pussy is covered with a pump, getting it ready for later. Since he has no access to her clit OT takes the opportunity to lay some strikes down right on her tight little back door.
But it doesn't matter how hard he hits her, it's the light touch or a poke in the ribs that she hates the most. Pussy whipping, nipple clamps, anal violation, or whatever else he wants are all fair game. It's good to know what makes a girl sweat.
I always feel the most vulnerable when I'm in the shower. I have to close my eyes and put soap on my face and in my hair. If I open my eyes I know I'll it'll hurt so I hold them tightly closed. That's the moment I worry about. That's the moment when he could strike. I wake to feel something filling me up. It's abnormally large and hard as hell. The chain holding me to the ground is locked on both ends. I couldn't run if I wanted to. Pulling on it only makes my cunt sore. I yell at him to release me, but he repeats his instructions: Finish your makeup! I think he is obsessed with my face, my mouth, my tongue. He gags me with wood and then ties my tongue out in two directions. He's cruel and he enjoys watching me suffer. The worst part is when he penetrates my cunt with a plastic dick. I can't help, but cum and cum and cum!
London River is hot enough to make PD think about doing extremely terrible things to that body of hers. The kinds of things that make girls slip into a new state of mind, subspace, and make them forget that they were ever anything other than some man's sex toy.
It starts with stripping her, both of her clothing and her dignity. He cuts away the pretty dress she is wearing, piece by piece, leaving first her tits exposed, and then the rest of her. She'll get something more befitting her station to wear later.
She also needs to be shown how to respond to his attention. She can't just expect him to treat her softly and give her mind blowing orgasms without getting a little something in return. PD loves to watch his girls suffer. He keeps them around just for the times when he wants to hear a lady scream her brains out. Whether it's with whip, or cane, or his bare hands, he has a lot of ways to make a girl sing the songs he wants to hear.
I never should have agreed to go to the music festival. I never should have trusted my so called friends. Abandoned with no phone, no money, and no idea where I was I was at the mercy of strangers. That was the only reason I agreed to go home with OT. He seemed nice enough and he offered me water and a place to hang out.
Another day, another girl with winged eyeliner and a seemingly endless need for a beating crawling her way into our dungeon to spend some quality time with our handler Matt Williams. This week, her name is Lydia Black and she is about as tiny and sexy as they come. Matt could probably wrap all the way around her rib cage with just his two hands. Let's hope he doesn't break her in half as he beats and vibrates her until she breaks.
Matt has Lydia tied down to the floor, her legs spread in a walking split and her wrists lashed to the ceiling to help her balance there so she doesn't tip over. He sticks a ball gag in her mouth so that he won't have to deal with as much of the whining and moaning that is inevitably about to come out of her. Once that precautionary measure is put in place, he goes to work caning, whipping, and flogging her feet and her little tits. With each strike she lets out a muffled squeal.
Matt has been known to play games with our models, and today is no different. He gives Lydia a range of numbers to pick from to represent the intensity with which he will be flogging her pussy. After a few good hits, though, it's time to give the girl what she wants: a good, hard orgasm. Matt puts the hitachi down on her clit and turns it on high. Lydia's feet begin clenching and flexing before he even sticks his fingers inside of her. Matt finger fucks Lydia until she screams and cums, her juices flying from his hand and dripping from her pussy. After that it looks like she's barely there. It's all over for Lydia Black.
London River knows that orgasms are easy when she is in the comfort of a nice, soft bed. She can stretch, and strain, and every muscle of her body gets into it, whether she knows it or not. Her toes curl, her abs tighten, her head goes back, and her fists clench as the waves of pleasure wash over her body. But that is when she is in complete control.
When PD is in control things are much different. He locks her down into twisted bondage, positions that are hard to stay in even when she isn't concentrating so hard on trying to cum while blocking out the pain of whatever else he decides to do to her.
Sometimes she can't squeeze her legs together because the dildo in her pussy is designed to dig spikes into her legs if she tries. Sometimes the electricity isn't just in the air, it's in her cunt. He has so many devious and distracting ways to delay her orgasms that she spends an entire day right on the edge of cumming. When she finally does have the chance to experience the release, you better believe it is the best one she has ever had.