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I am a submissive woman. my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly. i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to my Master. i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life. i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. i will look to my Master for guidance and protection, for never will i be more complete than when He is with me.

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As I lowered my body into the water, I realized that it felt cold…not freezing cold, but uncomfortable cold. I could deal with that, I thought. This would be easy compared to some of the plans that I knew Pd had for me. Once my body was in, Pd lowered this grill over the tub, so that I had about 4 inches between the water level and the top of the grill.

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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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He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of female flesh – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the endless fabric of young skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, cunt – a library. He studies her. He tests her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, ties her body into knots, encases her, then relents. After he is finished with the first torments, he begins.

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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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Spacegirl gets fed, exercised, stimulated, abused, and humiliated on her return trip to Insex.
Rolled out in a cage, she begs to piss; a vibrator quells her whining. She is then allowed pee onto a tray of crackers under her cage. Thin cord squeezes her nipples and stretches her tits. Wooden sticks clamp her throbbing pussy.

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The farmer in black strikes again and continues with his mission to transform spoiled city girls into wet, wanton bondage sluts. Stolen from their comfortable homes, 49, 412, and 731 are first introduced to PD’s barn.

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Statuesque and supple are his dolls – so lifelike, almost real. And together, as a set, they enhance each other’s beauty. Bound, tormented, and rubberized, mila and yx share a shoot filled with pain and pleasure.

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912 explodes onto Insex, sustaining electricity, breast suspension, and a savage caning of her double D cup breasts. She begins strapped to a chair, as though prepped for an electrocution. She wears a red sweater, red panties, red heels and matching red fingernails. The straps above and below her well-endowed breasts accentuate their predominance.

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62’s long ordeal (aided and abetted by 912) runs the gamut of edgy BDSM, from rope and leather bondage to whipping and caning to forced penetration and machine fucking, all real-time action compiled from the live broadcast of October 6, 2004.

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