Once I’d finished my makeup I felt a little more like myself and ready to defend me dignity if necessary. I was still naked, which made me pretty unhappy, especially in front of a fully dressed stranger with a whip….. How could I keep some kind of control over the situation? How could I win? Then he was back, interrupting my thoughts and demanding, in a way that I found offensive, that I show him the clothes I’d brought. He selected a short red dress (my favourite, I couldn’t fault his taste) but refused to allow me to wear any panties. Somehow being clothed but without underwear only served to make me feel more vulnerable, but made up, and at least fairly covered (if I moved carefully, which I intended to do) I let myself hope that maybe we were moving into a new, more civilised period of this strange relationship.
When he offered me lunch, though, I felt suspicious. My hands were cuffed behind my back and I was kneeling on the floor. This was no way to eat a meal! My grim suspicions were immediately confirmed when he put some fruit in what looked ominously like a bowl and, without untying my wrists, proceeded to try to feed me by hand! It was too much, humiliation overwhelmed me and I refused. How I wish I could have thrown it at him, how could he expect me to let him feed me after all the stuff he’d done? Without a word, he dumped the bowl in front of me, turned away, and began eating his own lunch. Of course, my first thought was to ignore the food in front of me. I couldn’t eat like this, it was dehumanizing, and what’s more, it would look as though I was accepting this ludicrous, lowly position. And I was not! But then….. what if he didn’t feed me all weekend? Though he’d hardly spoken so far, I’d already gathered the impression of an unbending and possibly actually sadistic man who might not have any objection to keeping me hungry for the next day and night. While playing around with my boyfriend, the idea of relinquishing my power and responsibility for a while was kind of fun, and certainly sexy, but this – this was a world I didn’t understand, the rules eluded me, and the man who’d taken charge of me was, frankly, scary…..
What followed was a fiasco which will embarrass me every time I think of it. I tried picking up the fruit with my bound hands. But it was difficult, and I felt ashamed of being seen to be struggling. I gave up, and reconsidered. Then I asked for a juice, hoping this would make him to give me a glass and unbind me. He merely poured tap water into the bowl with my fruit and dumped it back down on the floor. I maneuvered the bowl onto a stool so that at least I wouldn’t have to assume a stupid, shaming, grovelling position in order to eat. But still it was impossible to retain any dignity – I gave up and knelt there, furiously, until he left the room.
"Thank heavens!" I tried to get to the sink – from the tap seemed an infinitely preferable option, but, with what seemed to be his own ominous magic, he was back before I managed to even turn the taps… Without even bothering to speak, he used the whip on my again…
Though bending to his will was awful, for the time being I simply didn’t have any fight left in me. Leaning over the stool, I began eating directly from the bowl, wishing I could be anywhere but here. Water went up my nose, dripped down my chin; and he watched the whole thing dispassionately, but with a degree of satisfaction that I found unbearable.
The lunchtime ordeal over, he then ordered me to re-touch my makeup, which had only got messed up because of him! I couldn’t bear to look at him, I was so angry and ashamed. And just when I was back to feeling like a human being he announced we had to go down to the dungeon again…. Why? In his opinion, it seemed that it was time to work of another dreaded "demerit". With leaden steps, I followed him down to the dungeon, desperately hoping for anything but a re-appearance of the cane….
After Sita finished getting dressed, we took her to a large space so she could walk around. The 16cm solid steel plug inside her made Sita very uncomfortable at first, but soon other emotions were mixed in! Never have you seen a girl torn between feelings like Sita. Locked in a tight rigid style chastity belt with a vaginal plug inside, Sita thinks she should be feeling angry, ashamed, or helpless.
Jack Hammer plays with her pussy while she stands as still as possible in her bondage. His hands run roughly over her breasts and legs, getting a good feel for the curves of her body.
Natasha Nice came over after hearing her friends had a blast getting tied up and fucked! The dirty little whore that she is couldn;t resist having her arms and legs bound and her mouth gagged as we put her little 18 year old pussy up against our fuck machine! We vacuum sucked her tits and ran an intense vibrating dildo across her entire body, including her dripping wet clit! We almost busted a huge nut on her face after hearing her moan and scream so much!!
After the awful man had finished using his cane on me, he left me dangling helplessly from my wrists for several minutes. Relieved as I was that the caning was over and that I was alone for the time being, I was absolutely desperate to get my hands free and see if they could be of any comfort at all to my poor bottom, which honestly felt as though lines of fire were burning across it. As I stood, miserably facing the wall, I hoped with all my heart that he’d had enough of hurting me now, and that the nightmarish quality of the last half hour would soon fade…..
Suddenly he was back, untying my hands and allowing me to collapse to the floor of the dungeon. Then, hideously (and I can’t believe this actually happened, it was more humiliating than I can bear to explain) he attached a lead to my collar and coldly made it clear that he expected me to crawl from now on, all across the dungeon and up the stairs. With the caning still fresh in my mind it seemed too risky to resist, so I reluctantly picked my way across the hard concrete floor to the flight of stairs. At this point I realized with mounting horror that as I crawled up the stairs with him behind me; if he chose he’d be able to enjoy a full view of the area between my legs and there was nothing at all that I could do to prevent it. My face was bright red with embarrassment by the time I reached the first floor.
Upstairs really was fairly pleasant; and when he gave me a bottle of aloe vera gel and left me alone to rub it on the stripes across my bottom, I wondered if perhaps the worst might be over. He’d demonstrated some kind of human feeling, after all, and I hoped that perhaps soon he’d give me my clothes back and the ghastly time in the dungeon (and the talk of ‘demerits’) would be forgotten. The awful burning started to fade and I sat carefully on the comfortable looking leather sofa in the corner. For a moment I wondered if perhaps that might be against the rules; but I never signed up for being treated like an animal! He’d just need to learn to respect me a little…..
Oh heavens, he was back, and from the look on his face, I’d got it wrong – I wasn’t allowed on the sofa…. It was probably the memory of the cane, or possibly something to do with that horrible black strap he seemed to always keep clipped to his belt – but I found myself actually frightened when he pointed out that I’d got oily marks all over the black leather….
When he merely ordered me to clean it off, it was almost a relief; until I realized that he wasn’t planning to unbind my hands. Humiliation almost got the better of me again when, a couple of minutes later, I found myself holding a damp cloth in my mouth, scrubbing the sofa without the use of my hands…. Naturally he seemed delighted to loom over me throughout; I was beginning to hate him!
Then he led me into a rather lovely dressing room and commanded me to redo my makeup. This really did infuriate me. I’d looked perfectly alright till he’d made me strip, crawl, clean furniture with my mouth; until he’d whipped me and made me cry! And when it emerged that even for this, my hands weren’t to be released – I could have cried again. Or kicked him somewhere sensitive – I wasn’t sure which would be best.
But I’d started to suspect that he was a type of person I needed to be wary of, at least until I’d learned more. Honestly, for now, pleasing him seemed to be my safest option in a vile situation. But as I finished my makeup and gazed at my own scared face in the dressing room mirror, I very much doubted that I’d really be able to please a man like this. And I wondered, with more trepidation than I’d ever felt before – what would the next 24 hours bring?
There is nothing quite like a sybian. It is the world’s most powerful vibrator and rumbles like a jet plane. The magic it does to pussies is undeniable. Today we are going to create some magic with Chanel Preston, her big tits, bondage and two hard cocks. Let’s do this! Chanel is bound down on the sybian with leather belts and metal shackles. Her tattooed pussy is firmly pressed down on the giant vibrator and then we flip the switch. Once the orgasms wash over her and Chanel opens her mouth to gasp, we add in the dick in a tag team takedown of her mouth hole. This is not meant to be easy. And it is not. Chanel is not given a chance to get on top of it. We are aiming for a cock, bondage and orgasm overload and that is exactly what we deliver. We are relentless and without mercy as we deconstruct her with dick. Her eyes go glassy, her face goes slack and she cums over and over again. It is a beautiful sight to behold. In short order our busty porn star is reduced to a more honest version of herself. Orgasm overloads with bondage will often do that. That honesty is why we do what we do. Today? Today was a good day.
Whatever happened to Dominique!? Well there is some bad news and possibly some good news. Dominique did Not renew her contract in September, even though her mom Francis (and most members) wanted her to. She fell in love and wanted to meet this guy without her belt. Francis eventually agreed, if this was the love of Dominique’s life then a chastity belt would no longer be necessary. But now Dominique is single again, no boyfriend...
Fun and cute sorority pledges, Ivy Winters and Lea Lexis, find themselves in a hazing predicament when their sorority superiors inform them of a mandatory meeting. "Show up at this address at 2 pm and all will be revealed." Once the girls arrive, they find out their soon to be "" set them up for possibly more than they can handle. The confused girls are aggressively dominated by Mistress Gia, told to strip with no explanation. She shocks them with a pair of zappers, and then handcuffs them to each other. This submissive state gives Gia the opportunity to see just how bad these girls desire to be in the sorority. She tightly clamps their nipples, then wires them up so an intense amount of electricity can surge through the girls' sensitive nipples, inside their tight pussies and throughout the rest of their bodies. Through electric motivation and intense orgasms, Mistress Gia realizes that these girls will do anything to become the next generation of the college sorority elite.