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Seven proves to be a true submissive as she endures her lengthy live feed, with spacegirl confined in a cage behind her. Her endurance is tested through the entire feed as a game of trying on different gags and collars is the main objective with PD almost spitefully telling her to speak up when he asks her questions, knowing that it is dreadful for her to speak any words, let alone carry on a conversation with him. She is bound and changes positions during her session…

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I sat down naked on the wood chair in the middle of the studio, feet cold but room warm, feeling anxious. I am curious as to what PD has decided to do with me this evening. I wonder how much torment I will go through to please him, can I do what he asks of me? How much pain will pay the price of my freedom? PD walked up to me with a slow stride and a half smile, looking at my meek body fumbling in the chair. I looked up and him and blushed, embarrassed by my impolite fidgeting, hoping that he didn’t notice.

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She has five years of bondage modeling experience and a lifetime of fantasies. Yet molly matthews is still searching for something. Can PD give her the torture, humiliation, and sexual release that she craves? He’ll give her that and so much more. Seated in the interview chair, she answers PD’s questions, revealing the strange sexual urges she’s had since an early age…..

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You have to admit she looks better dressed in ropes, a hard ball gag forcing her jaw wide. Take a gander at that wholesome freckled face, that sweet country-girl look. And breath deep, get yourself a lung full of the salty scent rising from her open crotch. Take your time with her, because she’s not going anywhere now that you’ve got a noose at her neck and you’ve trussed her like a calf…..

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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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Long flowing dark hair. Tight, lithe body. Her cunt drips at the touch of the ropes. Filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she is introduced to the members. In her Debut Feed from June 10, 2000, yx accepts the bondage, the torture, the pain; she is immersed in it all….

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1203’s lean, flexible body, large mouth, and plump, natural breasts are a bondage lover’s dream. In her test article, PD explores the myriad possibilities. Clad in fishnets and a miniskirt, the young minx explains that she has had a little experience with BDSM but is eager for more.

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I notice it is dark outside and the moon casts an erie glow on the night. The sky changes quickly. Thunder rumbles in the distance, bringing a heavy downpour for the morning. I have plenty to keep me busy till the rain stops outside.

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Here I was, back for yet another show. While I felt the usual excitement, I also felt quite nervous. There were so many of my past successful shows to ‘top.’ Pd heightened my nervousness by locking me into this complicated metal-bondage setup and torturous metal boots. Maybe it wasn’t so bad though…at least for this show I would be relieved of the anxiety that I usually felt during the beginning of a show. Normally, I think about all those watching and it makes me fidgety.

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When I enter the room, my host, who has been gracious and lively all evening, holds the heavy door for me. My eyes fall upon the central column. First glance. A figure, human-like, appears to be bound there. “My most recent sculpture,” my host says as the door clicks shut behind us, a dull sound that echoes throughout the large, open space.

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