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I entered the studio, feeling confident in my wicked little outfit. Every aspect was meant to draw attention to me from my purple hair, to my naughty little dress, to the stockings and garters that could be glimpsed as I walked up the stairs. On the street, I am confident in my armor, a blur of purple and black, with the occasional glint of silver from the metal on my boots. I would later come to regret wearing those particular boots to the shoot, as much as I usually enjoy the attention they afford me.

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At the end of her last live feed, Lorelei challenged PD. She told him she wanted even more. Why? She craves deep subspace. Of course PD brought her back. How could he let it go? But he wants to undo her. He wants to burst her bubble. By the end of the feed, Lorelei’s ass is hamburger. Her body has been poked, burnt and beaten. But something as simple as a cattle prod made all the difference in the world.

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It starts with the image. The one that he has to see over and over. She’s manacled, hooded, shackled to a chair, chained to the wall in his dingy basement, downstairs, where everything begins, where it has to begin – at the bottom. Breasts, nipples, flush of pussy. It’s clear from that moment on that she alone can save him.

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On Friday after school, me and Amber waltz up and down the boardwalk. I wear sweaters two sizes too small. I don’t got any boobs to speak of, but my tits stick out good, doing a bounce when I walk. Couple weeks ago some dude offered me a twenty to suck his dick behind the duck shoot tent. I think he thought I was dumb or something. The guy had a goofy looking dick. I made him give me the twenty first, plus a five just cause his dick was ugly.

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I asked this bitch out for a date because she is always coming on to me. She blew me off. So I thought, “no way is she going to be a dick teaser and then turn me down”. I had to have her, one way or the other, so that night I dressed all in black and wore a net over my face, even though I knew she would recognize my voice.

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geitia is twenty-five, nearly six feet tall, has large firm breasts, a slim waist, and an ass you just want to eat. Though her kink is Pony Play, geitia takes a romp through the wild world of sexual bondage and torment. She accepts canes, whips, and a cattle prod with relative ease. It’s the tickling she can’t abide. But caning will get her clit up. And what a clit geitia has. Pink and smooth, it looks to get an erection, emerging hard and gleaming from beneath its fleshy hood.

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Taut young body, pert nipples, and bruisable flesh – 914 is perfect for a nice, long, skin-shredding caning. That and a pussy buffing foot-fucking.

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There’s something about Miko. She perturbs men, hooks them, makes them want to hurt her just a little, or maybe more than a little. In PD, you feel danger, you feel frenzy, something reckless. Maybe it’s her silence, and how she waits. With Cyd, it’s in the way he ties the ropes. As though he’s been eaten alive by this monster named Miko. Or maybe none of that. Maybe it’s only rape.

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For her second day at the farm, 92 takes heavy caning, an ass hook, teeny meany clothespins, the violet wand, extended whipping with a single-tail, and what seems to be her greatest trial – a vibrator. Every position is distressing, intended to wear her to exhaustion. Her body becomes a mass of crisscrossed welts from the cane and the whip, and little red bite marks from the clothespins.

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Dressed in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropraite mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me instead I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the tightly cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face.

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