Delirious Hunter probably wasn't expecting to be hung up by her ankles when this day started. That's kind of the best part of the live feeds. They always begin with a short Q&A to loosen the girl up and then transition into incredible, tough bondage. The inverted suspension gets it going, but she is going to have to endure even crazier positions by the end, along with harsh canings to really get her whimpering.
Part of BDSM though, a big part, is discipline. That doesn't just mean corporal punishment. It means teaching our lovely, young slave to obey orders without fail and without question. It means putting her through a few exercises so that she knows exactly how she is supposed to behave for our handlers and our members.
And no live feed is complete without the classic electrical interrogation. It's such a favorite for our members that no girl has ever escaped without one. There's something about a few thousand volts of electricity pumping through her tits and pussy that makes us feel like we're really getting to know Delirious.
I no longer need Maddy to prove anything to me. I am all too aware of how she feels. She loves me. She wants to serve me. And I will give her that chance.
She is so natural in how she obeys. Her devotion to pleasing me is pure, just like the outpouring of emotion that my attention elicits. She holds nothing back, screaming, moaning, and crying freely as the moments, and my canes, hit her.
That is real freedom. It doesn't matter that her arms and legs are bound by rope or that her will is broken by mine. All of the caning, crying and cumming sets her apart from the mundane and makes her free. And she can only achieve it through submission.
Juliette is a stripper and was booked for a party. She comes to the house in a sexy outfit with black miniskirt, heels and a leather corset. She has also a cd player for the music. She knocks at the door and a man opens. As Juliette comes in the room she is a little bit surprised. No one is in the room except for the guy. She asks where the other people are. But the man has a really surprise for her. He was the man who has booked her and he is the only one. No party with other guys. He wants a blowjob and he takes off his belt and Juliette has an idea. She does so as if she wants to blow his dick and as the guy pulls down his trousers she says to him that she never will do it and runs out of the room.
Beverly Hills has a double play date that she won't soon forget. friend Dee has her plaything entirely at her mercy. With her head locked through a table, Beverly is helpless and can't even see what Dee is up to. It probably wouldn't be so bad if Dee didn't have such a cruel sense of "fun". Beverly's tits and pussy are covered in clothes pins and Dee couldn't be more pleased. Beverly, on the other hand, is screaming and whimpering.
Meet Abbybot. She is the next generation of pleasure toy, delivered right to OT's door. She may look, feel, and even react like a real person, but she is just an object, and one that he owns, which means that he can use her however he sees fit.
I'm sure there are plenty of men out there who would look at Abbybot's body and decide that she is the perfect fuck-doll. They would spend day and night plowing the tight pussy or asshole on this beautifully equipped and perfectly obedient slave. But for the BDSM enthusiast Abbybot is so much more than just holes. She is the perfect submissive. She feels everything, she obeys everything, she takes anything, and unlike a real person, OT doesn't have to worry about safe words, hard limits, or taking things too far.
Lorelei Lee is having a relaxing day at home. She's cleaned some, cooked some, and has just eaten when she decides it's time to take a long luxurious bath with her new bath bomb. She fills up the tub with nice hot water, climbs in and drops the bomb. As all the water turns color, however, she starts to cough, and then to lose consciousness. As her vision fades, she sees a man with a hazmat suit walk in, and before she goes out, he grabs her.
Lorelei wakes up shackled to a hospital bed by her wrists and ankles. She tries to scream but there is a cloth jammed into her mouth, held there with tape. The gag girl really starts freaking out when the man in the hazmat suit comes back. He introduces himself as Doctor O.T. and says he is there to get a few samples. She wriggles and writhes as he takes blood, and then swabs the inside of her pussy.
Next she finds herself in a medical examination chair, her feet stuck in stirrups and her legs spread. Doctor London River comes in and sticks a metal plug in her ass, and then starts vibrating her pussy with a hitachi. Some of his methods seem questionable at best, bordering on downright absurd, but the good doctors are stuck in their ways. They absolutely need to make sure this girl isn't sick, and if she is they have to help her get better. The only way to do this, of course, is through electroshock therapy.
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There is no place better to find what she's looking for. We're talking tight ropes, crazy positions, and some punishing surprises. She's never had her clit pulled on by a suction cup before and it makes her more sensitive than she could have imagined.
Before you know it this alien sex fiend is getting stuffed air tight and then covered in loads of cum only to be stowed away as their personal sex slave forever!
In part 2 of For Bondage's sake, Calico's suffering continues. Calico Lane is an experienced bondage slut and knows exactly why she is here today. She is here to sweat, scream and cum for our amusement. Nothing more, nothing less. We will use her as we see fit.
Kneeling, blindfolded and gagged with a headgear that affixes her head to a post, Calico is a mute lump of flesh for us to work over. The cane, vibrator and whip all make an appearance. Red welts quickly form stripes across her pale flesh, as the blindfold prevents her from anticipating the next blow. The vibrator elicits moans from beneath her strict gag as she squirms helplessly.
Once we have tired of this position, we shift her to a standing pose. An ass hook lodged deeply inside her, vicious nipple clamps and nose hook serve to remind her of her place. All of this exposed flesh makes for perfect target practice and we whip away at our leisure, watching as she gets pushed closer and closer to the edge. When we are ready to push her completely over the edge, we use our trusty vibrator.
The orgasms rips through her restrained flesh and her eyes glaze over as she checks deeply into subspace. Calico is spent and sweating in her chains. We leave her languishing there for the next time we might want to play.