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Dana’s torment revs into overdrive in part two as she runs the gamut of pain and humiliation. Impaled through her cunt, she’s singletailed. Then Dana hangs high in a flying hogtie. She’s locked in a box and suffocated. Face slapping, face torment, mouth-fucking, and face bondage finish off the poor girl. Her disdain and contempt are a thing of the past, replaced by the hard lessons of helplessness.

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One year after the orginal ordeal, a year after swearing not to relive the confusion of her body and her senses, Sam is drawn back to the binding. 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.

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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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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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