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Welcome to the Source

first off they shackled me to the bed with chains…
and put a maxipad in my mouth for a gag before placing a hood over my head they let me lay there for a while while our viewers thought of ideas
after a while PD came over and started rubbing me all over the place making sure i was exposed in just the right areas….(i had a dress on)
then after a bit they took the hood off and the bright lights of the studio glared in my eyes.

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When Insex approached me about doing a 24-hour live bondage session, I didn’t hesitate to say yes! I had always wondered what it would be like to be in constant bondage, what it would be like to not be able to say, “ok, I’m tired, lets quit.” Endurance bondage is considered to be a challenge for me. It looked like it would be a lot of fun to do. I would find out just how “fun” it was going to be. Perhaps even regret so hasty a decision.

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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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Mila Training

From time to time, we post random covers with tags, so you can find your favorite fetish.

This is the cover of “Milatraining” from 2000.

Featuring: Mila