Piglet’s live feed starts with extended breath play, moves into breast bifurcation, then metal frame suspension that results in deep penetration of the ass, proceeds to a scene that ends in rapid fire cane strokes, and the grand finale, the rack.
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Shaved slave 1201 is retrieved from the basement for playtime. Rubberized in latex stocking, corset, and hood, she is lead into the studio, tiptoeing delicately in tall toeshoes. A chain supports her at the neck as she balances precariously on point.
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The plank of wood is snugly tied to my outstretched arms, I feel its weight on my shoulders and walk gingerly in the high spike heels. He pushes me to the floor, the pressure on my knees and shins is unbearable. At first I remain very still, holding out as long as I can, and then: he begins to command me to move, insulting me, even kicking me as I am tied helpless.
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Blue haired Betty, struggles to make her way across the studio floor. The rusty chains and metal stocks that bind her naked body are making it extremely hard. A wide posture collar adds a nice touch to her slutty performance. She continues to inch her way little by little.
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I feel sexy and sweet both, to begin with. Bound tightly, short skirt, legs exposed. Feet arched in platform heels, waiting… titillated and nervous. Then on the floor, sightless and gagged. Bound more tightly now. I feel primal, feral. An animal squealing and wriggling. I am trying to avoid the electric sharpness of the cattle prod.
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1030, returned to continue her training at Insex, is given a lesson in control and humility – plus a thorough cleansing. After languishing miserably in cruel bondage for two hours, the fresh young submissive receives her first enema. Grimacing and grunting, she is unable to hold it in for long.
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Her hands are bound behind a post. Her naked body, surrounded by the half-dark of a barn, fills the frame. Her name, Moonshine, implies just such a look to her skin, an otherworldly glow. Her stance calls to mind Boticelli’s masterpiece, Venus on the Half Shell. The slope of her shoulders, her thighs, the salacious forward lean of her pelvis. As though the sum of her power rests in her cunt.
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I get restless sometimes, wouldn’t you? Knowing she’s out there. Cold, alone, scared… I can almost hear the muffled whines, pathetic as she struggles, fresh hay irritating soft pink girl flesh.
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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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Thin, tall, and lithe, sage interrupts bondage with PD to answer her cell phone. Miffed, he takes care of the situation by locking her in stocks and slipping her phone up her cunt. It’s the beginning of sage’s crash course in electricity. To show her appreciation (and avoid being shocked), she gives him a lap dance. Her ass is wired, of course, so PD uses the stim to make sure he has an extra good time.
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