912 likes it dirty and rough, as if she’s got “rape” written all over her. So PD goes psycho. You can almost hear him growl as he’s sucked into her heady sexual fog. Shackles, rope, and cock. In the end, she’s bound and buried up to the waist. Smoldering embers surround her. It’s night. Full moon. One plaintive long howl.
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Jenny, young, pretty, and bored with life out in the sticks, hitchhikes her way into trouble. She gets a ride from Joe, who persuades her to stop by his place. Maybe, he says, she’d be interested in his “hobby.” Jenny admits to being a curious girl. Before the day is out, Jenny learns more than she ever wanted to know about Joe’s hobby, a preoccupation with girls, pain, rope, and strangulation.
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The cage is His toy box and i am his toy. He keeps me in there to watch me languish as body weakens and mind breaks down. In the cage there is nowhere to hide. Every part is vulnerable and exposed. My bare skin presses up against the cold metal bars and my butt sticks through a gap in the floor. This is how he likes me, with everything accessible. I like it too, when he touches me and sticks things inside. But he only does this when he wants. For me there is nothing to do but wait. I hate waiting. Especially when I don’t know what it is I am waiting for…
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Bj is hogtied on the floor, struggling in a leather hood. Hands are taped, breathing is heavy from her efforts to get loose. Pd lifts her on a box and inspects the goods. When the hood comes off, we see her mouth is taped. Her nice long hair is tied to her toes. Her perky pierced tits are revealed from her summer dress. As soon as her ass is inspected a cane comes out and tests her responses. The tape on her mouth is replaced by an inflatable gag. Now it’s time to see how strong her hair is. Pd ties it to a pulley and lifts her straight up in the air! Her legs spread by a bamboo pole, she is dangling in midair while the cane explores her body.
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PD goes at spacegirl with a cattle prod, and in the next moment he buries a vibrator in her pussy. Bound to the pink chair for the duration of an informal live feed, spacegirl is forced to take everything PD metes out as he drags her back and forth over that rich and delicious edge, the divide between pleasure and pain. It starts innocently enough, with spacegirl in shackles and chains and working on a computer. The chat voice sputters in and out. Soon enough, spacegirl is bound to the chair and gagged with hard plastic tubing held in place by a metal band. A bag tied over her head has her measuring her breath as PD binds her breasts.
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Ah the great outdoors – the chirping birds, the clean fresh air, the bound naked girls screaming through cloth-stuffed mouths. In this article, yx, 101, and 411 spend a relaxing day in the country, bonding with nature in a whole new way. At daybreak, poor yx is tied to a cross. Legs spread, arms outstretched, crotch resting on a sharp wooden block, she suffers beautifully as the pain quickly intensifies.
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Endurance is my master’s pleasure for a carnival of nasty delights. My submission almost defies life. To submit is to ignore that voice inside your head that is urging you to run out of the room. And it takes all my strength not to run.
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My hands were secured behind me and I was placed in the box with my head protruding through the top. I saw the plastic bubble shaped cover that Pd was going to put over my head, and that was when the nervousness started. Hmmm, I thought, there isn’t much room in that cover at all for the bugs to run around…they’re going to be near my head no matter what.
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I sometimes like to flaunt my girl-ness. My pleated skirt bounces as I walk, swinging and swaying and hinting just enough at what lays beneath. I flaunt my strength, flexing my girl-muscles, the control I imagine I have on the people that I walk past. I approach the building that is now so familiar to me, waiting for the elevator that always takes forever to arrive– I never saw what hit me.
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She’s such a fragile little cunt standing forlorn in her short dress and black stockings. Her hands tied behind her back, he gives her two minutes to try to escape the tight ropes. He lifts her dress to expose her sweet crack as the cane goes hard against it. Almost automatically the tears begin to fall. Still in a hogtie pd places her on the floor, tickling her feet, ripping her sheer black nylons. The ropes become even tighter and he consols her and asks about her comfort level. She moans as her pussy gets wet and her sobs get even louder…
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