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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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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There’s certain things. I like certain things. I’m not supposed to, but I do. I like to pretend I’m a little girl. And there’s other things I like to pretend too, about men and about them wanting me in a way that’s wrong. Everybody says it’s wrong. But I like it. My boyfriend knows the way I like to play at being a little girl. So he bought me a T-shirt that says kittie on it. And he watches me from his car, waiting until I’m done with class. Sometimes he follows me home. I see him other times too. Watching.
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A dark beauty undresses herself in an amazying display of flexibility. Her clothes come off as she magicly unzips her pants. He tickles her foot as she sits spread eagle on the floor the while a sturdy metal spreader bar is wedged between her legs. Her tits dangle in front of her and she thinks “wow, piece of cake” until a yellow cloth is stuffed in her full mouth. The gag is secured with tape around her head and straight black hair. He fondles her jiggly tits. Mr pogo gets a turn at her juicy wet pussy, fucking her unforgivingly.
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Bound and half-strangled, 912 stews in a sexual smog. She’s fucked, spanked, flogged, ass-fucked, and whipped in this dark rape fantasy. 912 at her best, drenched with sexual want. She dangles by her neck, already dreamy, half-gone. Her dress is filmy. You see everything. And she is filmy, transparent, as though she’s draining off slowly, and you’re drinking her, taking your time. You pull the rope tighter, so that it digs into her throat. You cover her nose and mouth. She fights for air. Dropping her to the floor, you drag her by the hair, cowing her with a cattle prod. A tray with condoms, dildo, ass plug, and lube is set beside her. She’s forced to plug herself even though she’s shackled. It’s all for you, for your enjoyment. She fucks herself. She’s bent over a stool and spanked. Tears fall. Her mouth is stuffed and taped. She’s spanked harder.
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The choice was hers. He asked flat out: would she accept his ties, his tortures? And she did, signed herself away. Just one weekend – how bad could it be? He places a collar on her neck, orders her to undress. Hands cuffed, she struggles to wriggle out of her jeans. Kneeling, she presents her smooth bare ass. He removes her shirt and binds her arms. Willingly, she submits as the ropes pinch harshly into her skin.
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During her Live Feed, 33 sweats it out through a series of endurance tests as she’s strangled, shocked, and roasted. Not one, but two decorations, 423 and Sage, share some of 33’s agony, but also some of the pleasure in an explosion of orgasms and screams of delight.
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After a two-year absence, s4 plugs herself back into the Insex scene. Classy and cool in a sleek black dress and heels, the 23-year old medical student is quickly immersed in the pre-feed, covered head to toe in a veiled burka. Belts over the cloth hold her body in a tight, straight line while she lies motionless anticipating the adventures to come.
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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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You. Over there. You don’t think I can see you, but I know you’re there. Come closer. Come on. Don’t be such a baby. That’s better, isn’t it? Yes. Take a good long look. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. How can I? I can’t even stop what’s happening to me, much less harm you. But what you see frightens you, doesn’t it? Yet you’re fascinated. You can’t stop watching. And yes. Admit it. You’re aroused.
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