Try walking around the house with a belt wrapped around your upper legs for 5 days, so you can only take small steps. Maybe we are asking too much of the girls we put in chastity? Thigh bands are a pretty harsh addition when they are locked on full time, and Natalia is the first to try them for such a long period. When looking at her updates, it is...
The singularly strange (and painful) dinner over, I was ordered back into the dresing room to wash up and tidy myself. Since I was naked again, and cold, I was gratified to be provided with a warm pink dressing gown which gave me some hope that his behaviour was maybe entering a more reasonable phase? Once I'd finished, he told me to sit, and since he allowed me to use a stool rather than crouch on the floor, I began to allow myself to relax a little. Perhaps the trials were over for the day? But as I began to chat a little and try to engage him in conversation, (I admit, I couldn't help liking him when he wasn't hurting me, and I wanted him to like me too) a truly awful, sap freezing thought occured to me. Did he have CCTV? And if so, was he likely to review my behaviour (and more specifically, what I'd been saying behind his back!) before I had a chance to leave? Once this thought occurred to me, I couldn't help myself, I simply had to know! And I have to admit, a strange, perverse part of me didn't like to think that I might have cheated the system so easily - was it possible that I somehow craved punishment? It seems that yes, his studio was fitted with CCTV, and yes, he had monitered it. The penalty for my opinions was both harsh and immediate; and involved the hated black strap meeting the sensitive, and as yet unmarked flesh of my inner thighs. I screamed and screamed as neat red welts appeared, which stung hideously......
The combination of fear, pain and frustration had exhausted me. When I asked to go to bed he seemed perfectly happy (I wondered if perhaps I'd be sleeping with him?) But when he led me into the bedroom I simply couldn't BELIEVE what I saw! Surely he wasn't going to make me spend the night in that tiny cage! I could not accept this; I simply couldn't bear to. It was just too humiliating and I resolved to fight to the last rather than spend the night a willing captive....
Busty blonde blindfolded fetish slavegirl Cherrys bondage tit torments and s&m pussy pain. Blonde british fetishmodel and lifestyle slavegirl Cherry securely confined, gagged and caned on her bare bottom. Cherrys huge breasts are put in biting bondage and painfully metal clamped – followed by a thorough hotwaxing. Cherry is blindfolded and securely tied up, her huge tits in tight bondage and hotwaxed. Her cute pussy is clamped. The gagged cuties disciplinary SADOMASOCHISM training session continues with multiple pegs place on her udders and pussy. The blindfolded beauty has tears in her eyes when the session is finally concluded.
Yasmine is definitely a babe. Perfect tiny body and a face that is just pure submissiveness, with those big eyes and innocent lips. Collaring and belting her was big fun! She is as playful and curious as she looks. Bare skin and metal, it is definitely the right look for Yasmine (and for all women, for that matter). Imagine waking up next to this girl, all belted up, collared, and thigh banded.
Ava Kelly and Brooklyn Daniels are still training their current sex slave Mena Li. Mena is a prideful submissive slut wih an attitude that needs to learn her place. Dicks on sticks has turned many sluts out, leaving them sore and moaning in a puddle of their own juices. That's where Ava and Brooklyn start Mena off for her next lesbian domination threesome. This time around the hot and mean Mistresses chain Mena to the wall by her neck and wrists, posts nearby to lift and bind her feet on. She won't being going anywhere, having to balance on the beams while taking rubber cock in her holes deep. She begs to cum within minutes. Ava and Brooklyn seem to not hear her, ramming their dicks rough in her pussy and down her throat. It's hard to figure what Mena is saying with her Mistresses dildos sliding in and out of her mouth. They love to deep throat their dirty whores. Skull fuck, actually. They can see Mena struggling to focus on both sensations, Ava slapping her tits and smacking her face, driving Mena to orgasm a few more times. Brooklyn and Ava want to see how well Mena's pussy can endure a rough pussy pounding after cumming so much. The BDSM fun moves off the wall, onto the floor. The double penetration starts with their trusty and massive strapons. Both her holes are stuffed with the rubber dicks. Guess what else is still in the room: the dicks on a stick, which means more rubber cocks stuffing poor Mena. Mena actually yells at her Mistresses, questioning their lezdom taste in rough sex. After more dominaton and pounding her holes in, she apologizes over and over for being a slut that talks back. Good girl!
Katie is one of our top Hucows! Massive udders, and a great body! She is perfect for milking all day, because she is nice and docile when locked into a milking frame. We did not get any milk out of her yet though, so it is time to turn up the goat milker’s speed. Something we have never done before. Katie’s udders are milked twice as fast, which is pulling her nipples further into the milking tubes. Can she handle this? Will there be any results, or will she need more regular sessions?
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What a relief to be back in the warm, bright, makeup room! True, Mr Crazy-Sadist-Master had followed me in, not looking any more genial than normal, but I couldn’t see evidence of any torture equipment in here, and I was hoping for food…
Perhaps I’d pleaded him in our previous encounter, because he readily agreed when I asked if I could eat something. Sure, he placed the delicious looking Mexican wrap on the floor rather than the table, but I was kind of expecting that. I was actually happy, even grateful, until I realised he had no intention of unfastening my hands from behind my back, where they were cuffed.
Maybe, compared to what I’d already been through, it shouldn’t have bothered me too much, but being faced with yet more evidence of his lack of regard for me was really too much. Refusing his ludicrous offer to feed me by hand (what did he think I was, his pet rabbit?) I knelt forlornly on the floor and looked at the sandwich. It looked lovely, and I was starving. I couldn’t be sure he’d give me another chance to eat, and with only a hazy idea of the horrors that might lie in wait, it seemed stupid to miss an opportunity to enjoy something. But could I bear to eat off the floor, again, using only my mouth? I looked up at him; he was watching me. He looked delighted.
Swallowing fury, I brought myself to speak to him. Having got his permission, I struggled to pick my plate up and balance it on a stool. Facing completely away from him, I tried to imagine I was anywhere but here, and started eating….
Having accepted this crazy position for the time being, what followed was a curiously peaceful interlude. The sandwich was indeed delicious, and being made to eat it extra slowly made it seem even more so. Yes, I’d have preferred not to be kneeling on the floor with my hands secured behind me, but it was heavenly to be comfortable and warm; and not having any choices to make, or polite conversation to be responsible for was weirdly relaxing…..
Naturally when I finished eating, he demanded that I wash up, before being made to sit in the corner in silence. Did he untie my hands for this? Well, what do you think?
After we belted Little Caprice, we could make her do anything we wanted, because she was so desperate to find out where the chastity belt keys were hidden. We locked her in even more metal. Not heavy stuff, but matching chastity gear for her neck, wrists and ankles. The cute teen star did not like it at all, she thinks all these little padlocks are stupid and keeping her from her usual habits, like lots of sex and masturbation.
It was horrific to enter the dungeon again. For a start it was absolutely freezing, I was naked again, and some stocks had been placed in a spotlight. What were they for? With my last visit down here still a fresh and painful memory, I stared desperately around, trying to get some clue of what was likely to happen to me next. I couldn’t see the cane, and I hoped and hoped that he wouldn’t use that again….
It didn’t surprise me when he led me to the stocks, but when he put my ankles into them I was baffled and horrified. What was he planning? Surely he wasn’t going to hurt my feet? With the soles turned upward, they presented an un-guarded target, but surely not? Maybe being placed in the stocks was a punishment in itself. It was certainly painful, the floor was icy, and the wooden restraints bit into my ankles. Looking up, I realised he was holding another huge ball-gag. I put up a fight this time - I hated gags – but he yanked my hair back and made it in anyway, buckling it tight behind my head. My mouth was stretched wide and the video camera zoomed in, no doubt capturing my reaction as I struggled to adjust to the pain in my jaw, and the humiliation of being unable to look anything but startled and slave-like.
The demeaning position was certainly punishment enough, but when he selected a sturdy looking riding crop and I realised that indeed he did intend to use it on the bare soles of my feet, I panicked and scrabbled to protect them with my hands. I shouldn’t have bothered, he attached my wrists to the wall in front of me and I was left completely unprotected, and beginning to get really scared of what was coming. The first couple of strokes were deeply unpleasant, but not agonising. Alas, he seemed to notice this, and perhaps disappointed by my response he unclipped the vile strap from his belt again and applied it to my feet. This was true agony, of a kind I’d never experienced, and hope to never experience again. If I’d suspected him of sadism before, I was now quite convinced of it. He applied the strap again and again, until I was screaming desperately into the gag and, despite all my resolutions, was pleading for him to stop. Eventually he did stop (though I suspected he’d been deaf to my pleas) and left me shivering on the floor, trying to deal with the burning pain that didn’t seem to fade… then just as I’d allowed myself hope that it was over, he started again. This time it was so bad that I found myself struggling in the stocks, trying to escape, or even move my feet so the strap wouldn’t keep landing on the same, sensitive part of my instep. Nothing worked. He continued, just as accurately, just as hard. My mind started to wander as it struggled to cope with more pain than I’d ever expected to experience, and I found myself being whipped again, for forgetting I’d been supposed to keep my toes pointed. Now I was eager to please him (although this knowledge alone added to my shame), all I could think of was making it stop, which finally it did – leaving me kneeling, limp, in my bonds.
He left me for probably 5 minutes and then released me from the stocks, which terrified me anew since now I suspected he was capable of hurting me again, far beyond my ability to cope. He didn’t actually; he merely clipped the hated lead back onto my collar and prepared to lead me back upstairs. The giant gag still in my mouth, naked, and with my feet still burning from the strap, I wished for it to be over. I couldn’t please him, wouldn’t even try because trying and failing was more humiliating even than being tied up and hurt. I would not transform myself into his slave, I’d resist his attempts to ‘train’ me. Though even as I resolved to be brave, a small voice in my head whispered that perhaps, on this occasion, I’d do better to be resigned to my fate…
When we were testing Cory Spice over at we found out she was a perfect chastity submissive! Wearing a chastity belt for more than 2 hours is a huge disaster for Cory, she is a ‘sexual free spirit’, as she says, who needs to have stimulation and satisfaction multiple times a day. We are not sure what happens if she does not get that, but we guess her mood will not be very positive…