BJ may be small, but anyone that is familiar with her from previous articles, knows that she is packed with spunk. She begins her live feed, circa February 2000, in a sexy, black sleeveless dress, black hose, and black high heels. Her arms are tied behind her, elbows almost touching. A red wad of cloth is taped into her mouth, and she is laid on the floor. Her ankles are tied together and she’s placed in a hogtie.
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331 and moonshine, two damsels in distress, bleat a sorrowful duet as they suffer together on the farm. Completely stripped with arms bound, PD’s newest victim, moonshine, is escorted out of a remote cabin in the woods and left to stumble barefoot through the brush, blinded by a tight leather hood.
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A tractor unloads a sarcophagus from a van. Through a slit, we see a pair of eyes looking out of the sarcophagus. We hear moans. The tractor slides its cargo into an opening in a rock wall, as though entombing the Dead. The metal doors clang shut. kassy has arrived.
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Known for her hot body and mouth-watering nipples, the notorious Tyler faces interrogation, electro-torture, and forced orgasms. She’s prepped for her ordeal with a sack chained about her neck and her hands shackled to her sides. Her dress comes off slowly. Before long, she’s wearing nothing but stockings, heels, and suction cups on her nipples…..
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One year after the orginal ordeal, a year after swearing not to relive the confusion of her body and her senses, Sam is drawn back to the binding. At home, the focus of her life’s daily requirements are dulling her senses, and eroding awareness of her physical self. Even the ritual of professional achievement is losing its lure. She is compelled by her body. In the haze of daily predictable sensations, she makes the phone call that will always provide her with the nuances of satisfaction.
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Among Strangers
It was simply the trip from hell. The train was delayed at every station. Seemingly on purpose. Every city that train pulled into, had some type of problem. What was supposed to be a nice, relaxing 10 hour trip, turned out to be a nightmarish 18 hours. There was only one thing on my mind when I got off that train.. sleep. But that wasn’t going be happening any time soon. There was still another hour of traveling to do. The hotel was on the other side of town. At this point, meeting the men that Master had made the arrangements with, was the very last thing on my mind. I had some attitude, and it clearly showed. However, that would soon be remedied. The morning would come quick for me…hardly quick enough for Master.
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Sam’s Return
At home, the focus of her life’s daily requirements are dulling her senses, and eroding awareness of her physical self. Even the ritual of professional achievement is losing its lure. She is compelled by her body. In the haze of daily predictable sensations, she makes the phone call that will always provide her with the nuances of satisfaction.
In what might have been hours or days or a week, Sam is at the airport. She arrives to the smell of kerosine and fatigue. The scent is specific to places of exchange. Normally, the combination is delicate and infused into the air, attempting to conceal itself. But by now, Sam is trained without knowing it. Already she is very aware of these details; the boredom of airport colors, reflections of people at adjoining gates, metal detectors and overweight security personal huddle, too obviously, in one place. The smell of the unit – it is the smell of everything interior…
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