Unbelievably and delightfully, I was now instructed that it was almost dinner time and I would be allowed to dress for the meal. This was a great surprise, I’d been naked for most of the day and had hated it, especially as time had progressed and he had added to my collection of bruises. Bizarrely, he led me into a wardrobe room full of clothes and said I could choose what to wear. After only a few hours of ‘slavery’, this choice felt uncomfortable, dangerous even. I found myself suspicious that choosing an outfit that displeased him might result in punishment; and so what would normally have been a natural decision – to please myself – became a rather frightening guessing game. While I dithered, he remained calm, genial even; merely vetoing suggestions when my choices clashed with the restrains he wanted me to wear.
Finally, clad in a blue silk dress and white cuffs which I thought were actually very beautiful, I was ready for whatever was going to come next. Surely having dinner, at an actual table, wearing proper clothes, would be far too comfortable an ending for a day of such unfathomable strangeness? I’m afraid I was disappointed – had he given up on me? How pathetic, after all that macho rule-giving and demerit-ing!
When he suggested I do my makeup, I suppose I was ready to test some boundaries. Looking back, this was obviously crazy, but, well, it had been a crazy day. In my dubious wisdom I engaged him in conversation about how many demerits were left, what they might be, and whether they were open to negotiation? His response was swift and painful, and made use of an unexpected target! This frustrated me, but alas, didn’t serve as a sufficient warning. In trying to gain the upper hand (why?) I again overstepped the invisible line and got the strap, again, to the soles of my feet. This particular punishment was beginning to really terrify me, and I found myself pleading, actually pleading for him to use the strap on my hands instead….
Maybe dinner would have been a pleasant interlude otherwise, but he certainly wasn’t in the frame of mind to indulge me now… as he led me towards the table, I was sure that something wasn’t right….
Meet the lovely but very naughty 37 year old Esther dear members. Esther is a good friend from Scarlett and Milena and the three of them love to hang out. Getting up to no good I imagine Anyway Esther heard everything about us and she is intrigued and feels she needs discipline too. During her first spanking when I lifted up her skirt she wasn't wearing any panties so it was the first time where a first spanking video ended up having a part 2 involving my trusty old leather paddle.
She caresses their back adoringly, admiring how cute her date is, before it occurs to her that they might not be thinking the same about her, and goes to grab the cattle prod just to be sure.
Cast: Bella Rossi, Matt Williams, Maestro, Jack Hammer
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Domination, Hardcore, All sex
Bound in a doggy style position that perfectly displayed her booming butt and tightly bound breasts, both ends of Bella are wide open for access and ripe for the plucking.
Arms strapped to a cold metal pipe with one leg up and one leg down, Ariel gets her ass kicked, punched and thumped while she screams in agony. Then she gets a spreader bar hammered through her high heel cork shoes making her legs immobile, panty gagged and mouth taped shut. The best thing? She can't do anything about it! Out comes the cattle prod which sends Ariel flailing and finally she gets vibed and fucked with a dick on a stick until she comes all sexy.
Scene 2
With her hands taped into tight balls, Ariel is helpless on her hands and knees with her head trapped between two vertical pipes. Ms. Adams canes her strong, hot body, making her writhe in pain all over the ground. Then it's time for a make-over! Ariel looks so pretty with a clothespin beard and eyebrows while her mouth and nose are stretched and clamped wide open like a cute little piggy! She is flogged, pinched, punched and dildo fucked in the ass which makes her come HARD.
Scene 3
Ass up, head down, Ariel looks like an expert jockey as she mounts a wooden beam with a hook up her ass. She gets choked and her ass slapped red while that hook punishes her with every move.
Her toes and feet are tormented and tickled with the cane and rubber bands. Pussy lips are clamped and stretched open while Ms Adams fingers her until she comes hard. She laughs, she screams, she laughs, she screams. So much pleasure and so much pain.