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Her Master sent her to Insex for some intensive training. With golden blonde hair and an angelic smile, she looked so sweet and pure. But beneath that cute exterior lay an astoundingly strong, brave woman driven by her own desire. In the live feed from November 18, 2001, 1030 stoically accepts all of PD’s tortures, confronts her fears, and suffers gracefully throughout. Locked down to the studio floor in metal stocks, 1030 first receives a lesson in patience and discomfort. She fidgets uneasily before the cameras, switching between the 3 positions that her bondage allows.

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When I went to New York for my First visit, I knew I was in for an exciting time. I come form a small town in Texas and had barley visited any place except for the occasional party or to go to a club. Mainly I stayed at home with my two horses and my dogs. I had dreamed of going to a big city and leaving the great state of Texas to broaden my horizons. So when I received a trip to the Big Apple for a present form my daddy. I was thrilled. He looked a little tense about me leaving. When I gushed and told him how happy I was, daddy just looked proud…

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Fresh, wide-eyed face framed with a flaxen mane, Tyler Scot is a picture of youth and innocence. But how could anything so sweet and pretty be so tough, enduring such torments bravely and without complaint? Bound, gagged, shocked, and stimulated, Tyler continues to suffer sweetly for the Insex members in this live feed from April 2001. Head concealed with a cloth bag, arms and legs tied securely with rope, she lies helpless atop a wooden box. PD removes the bag and folds her flexible body in a hogtie. Gagged with cloth, she wiggles around, languishing in the torture tie.

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I sneaked a look at the monitor and saw myself…crucified there, vulnerable and humiliated. It looked beautiful. I couldn’t believe that was me up there. The hope that the audience was enjoying the scene was the main thought going through my head. Other than the pressure on my feet from the pipes, the position was not too difficult to endure. Pd knew this, and decided to make the scene more intense. He sprayed my body with water, which felt quite cold. I imagined little droplets of water assaulting my body. Amazing how such a simple thing can be such torture…..

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Silent, seductive 831 submits to bondage, pain, humiliation, and a long suffocation scene that leads to orgasm. There is something heady, something perilous in the way her body wrings itself in desire. It is a spell that 831 weaves, to be so ultimately and passively willing.
She sits quietly, her wrists handcuffed behind her back and her ankles shackled. The top ring of her hood is attached above. Ordered to undress, 831 squirms as she complies. A cane encourages her to move faster. A spreader bar is tied between her knees and her mouth-watering nipples are clamped, stretched, and secured. She sits in silence……

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Master is always full of surprises. Like tonight, when he comes home with a large, ripe pumpkin in hand. “Trick or treat?” he whispers devilishly, pulling harshly at my long ponytail. Gagged already, I shrug my shoulders, as if I have any choice in the matter. As if I ever have a choice when he’s in this kind of mood.

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In the coldness of his rooms and the silence of his mind, he imagines her to be a gem. She is a fairy, captured at his whim, to be designed, but fashioned in his mind, sculpted, tempered by his forge and his fire. She’s delivered to him in a crate and wrapped in plastic, merchandise to be consumed. Oh how he trembles, unraveling the ropes in his hands which will initiate his terrible ecstasy, the advent of his type of love. Without her, he is dead. Without a succession of fairies into his palace, he is made of wood. And so he buys another girl. He readies her, his new acquisition. And he molds her and causes her to suffer.

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How soon, it seems, o twisted flower
Your turn comes round again –
On Sunday night, I can delight
To watch you in your pain.

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With her feet shackled to the floor, she sits in an old wooden chair, looking around the room, her eyes searching for some safe place, only to find herself with her fear of the unexpected. Her long black silky hair falls ever so softly on her petite shoulders. I need to teach her some good posture. Grabbing her hair, I hook it to the pully to make sure she stands nice and tall for me. It’s not an easy chore and she struggles on her tippy toes…

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Don’t let the conservative suit and sweet smile fool you – a mild-mannered receptionist she’s definitely not. In these shoots, cherry puts up a valiant fight but cannot escape PD’s torments and ties.

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