He likes to strap me down in metal. The steel ankle cuffs are tight on the tendons and I’m always surprised they don’t snap under the pressure. Steel is icy cold when you first put it on. And real heavy on the tits. He pulls each tit through a metal bra and clamps them down.
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912’s test begins like so many others, with questions about her dress size, shoe, waist, bra size. But after that, it’s soon obvious this is a test like no other. As soon as the first rope circles her wrists, she is caught in a dangerous thrall. Starstruck portrays a hunger for bondage and masochism that is not often captured on film. Her sexual want is relentless. His response is obvious. There can be only one direction it will go.
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Saturation. That’s what I crave. I remember a day a long time ago. I was a little girl playing by myself. The shine off the lake blinded. The catcalls of the crows echoed through the trees. I heard a sound in the woods. A shuffling of leaves. And voices, hushed. So I snuck close, tucking myself into a thicket of elderberry. I didn’t know the man or the lady, but he’d tied her face first to a tree. She was naked.
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How could He resist my flesh, savory, tantalizing, still showing the blush of youth? I am leaning forward, my breasts firm but soft, like ripe pears, as though He could sink His sharpened teeth there and juice would dribble to His chin. My wrists are bound and secured behind me to the back of the chair that I sit upon, locking me in position, exhibiting my helplessness.
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Every once in a while fresh new girls who have little or no experience in the art of BDSM pay a visit to the insex studio. Pretty young ladies eager to please and raring to go full force, parade themselves on the stage in front of any one who will watch them, smiling and giggling at the camera. The tasks are easy and effortless in the beginning for these newbies, but can they endure the confinements of bondage? We will soon find out.
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Blue haired Betty, struggles to make her way across the studio floor. The rusty chains and metal stocks that bind her naked body are making it extremely hard. A wide posture collar adds a nice touch to her slutty performance. She continues to inch her way little by little.
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I feel sexy and sweet both, to begin with. Bound tightly, short skirt, legs exposed. Feet arched in platform heels, waiting… titillated and nervous. Then on the floor, sightless and gagged. Bound more tightly now. I feel primal, feral. An animal squealing and wriggling. I am trying to avoid the electric sharpness of the cattle prod.
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1030, returned to continue her training at Insex, is given a lesson in control and humility – plus a thorough cleansing. After languishing miserably in cruel bondage for two hours, the fresh young submissive receives her first enema. Grimacing and grunting, she is unable to hold it in for long.
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I get restless sometimes, wouldn’t you? Knowing she’s out there. Cold, alone, scared… I can almost hear the muffled whines, pathetic as she struggles, fresh hay irritating soft pink girl flesh.
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My passion is bondage. I fucking live to tie up pretty girls and do all kinds of unthinkable, perverted things to them. It is an obsession, it’s all I can think about and I needed somebody today to satisfy my sadistic needs. I made a call to the modeling agency and scheduled a couple of fashion models to come to the studio. I told them exactly what I wanted, inexperienced, young, tall and slender. The agency asked me what type of work the models would be doing, I just laughed and told them, I wanted to show them the ropes.
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