Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 13-03-2021
At INSEX I discovered my new favorite therapy: xtasy through torture. Throughout my life I have always enjoyed the feeling of a blade slipping through my flesh or a needle sticking in a vein, and yet, I never went beyond these particular experiences. Only now, after my visit with INSEX, am I beginning to realize where I can go with those natural tendencies of mine and what pleasure may be in store.
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 09-03-2021
A great Tyler tie-up. In this bondage-o-rama precursor to the Cunt-tree series, PD constructs an early version of psycho-farmer. Tyler’s taut little titties get tied every which way. She juices up at the pussy, drooling from all that rope.
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 06-03-2021
When I first arrived at the studio, for the day of my first shoot, I was a bit nervous. This was due to what I had witnessed the night before during SX’s live feed. For reasons unknown this feeling quickly left me and was replaced by a more comfortable one. I guess there was some excitement that had build up in me, to be the victim of PD’s imagination.
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 09-02-2021
Bewitching moonshine sparkles in her first live feed.
Stepping out in tall, tough boots, stockings, and a ruffled black dress, she is first tested with a tight steel collar connected to a chain that runs between her legs and hooks in front at her cuffed wrists. Moonshine performs a delicate balancing act to reduce the pressure on her crotch and save herself from strangling. PD gradually intensifies her predicament, removing the boots to force her on tiptoe then pulling one leg up so that she must support her weight on a single pointed foot.
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 27-01-2021
Blood red lips, lush, lithe, and long-legged. 322 looks great throttled. She looks even better fucked. Slim and sultry, 322 appears to have perfected an in-your-face stance. The attitude doesn’t last long once rope winds around her slender neck, bringing her to her toes. She’s 23, five foot nine inches tall, and doesn’t wear underwear. It’s so much easier to apply the crotch rope that way.
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 23-01-2021
After submitting to PD, 49 reveals her naughty side, showing off her own skills with rope and whip. Bent over with arms bound to legs, 49 waddles around the studio, lead by a rope running through her crotch. Balled up on the ground, her ass and pussy are offered perfectly for a leather paddle…
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 09-01-2021
I want to do what I want to do. I don’t need no loud mouth, spoiled brat telling me what to do. I want someone who won’t bitch and moan all the time making me miserable! And I make sure she understands this! I want what I want ! When I decide to spend some time with her, if she complains about anything, I’ll put her aside with the others until she shuts her big mouth up!
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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 25-12-2020
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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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 16-12-2020
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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Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 12-12-2020
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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