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Would you know me if you saw me on the street? Would you recognize the animal lurking inside me, waiting to be released? Would you see it in my eyes? Would you tap your buddy on the shoulder, point, and whisper, “That, my friend, is a bondage slut?” Would you suspect that only two hours ago I was lying naked on a cold, concrete floor, bound and gagged and writhing in pain? Probably not. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t have the bruises to prove it.

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Everything is  so much more intense with this new found meaning to the why of things. Even the dust on the floor that i stare at right now has a whole new meaning to me.
It isn’t mundane anymore being with you. It isn’t so boring anymore and my brain feels alive. There’s something going on all the time and now it has a meaning.

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Cherry red. Her blouse. A thick metal collar holds her neck motionless. The leather hood so conforms to her face that she looks to be a stylized being, not quite real you might think. Not quite.

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So lithe and limber, she seductively writhes, enchanting as she languishes helplessly. Returned to continue her training, sweet Piglet suffers beautifully, as always.

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18 year old 828 has heard from another insex model about the site and decided to give it a try, because she experiences bdsm as “comforting” and “very erotic”. This exotic looking girl is put through the test by pd, who is not exactly treating her like the boyfriends she has played with before.

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202 sits in a chair, prim and proper with her hair tied back, white blouse, black skirt, high heels, and bound. Behind her, 912 is naked and locked into the 4X4 stocks. Two naked decorations, 114 and 117, sit side by side, caged. Soon a black leather head harness and inflatable gag are applied. Drool spills out of 202’s mouth. It is captured in a champagne flute for later use…

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The hallway, though plush, is dark, as though it is a path through the underworld to the river Styx. And knocking on the door at the end of the hall, perhaps a visitor to this place would expect to be confronted by Charon, the ferryman of the dead, demanding coins for safe passage to Hades, the land on the far shore.

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Lithe, limber wenona visits PD’s farm.
She is first locked into wooden stocks to languish for the day. PD keeps her well hydrated, forcing her to drink out of a large calf bottle. He leaves her alone to get drenched in a storm. Shivering, suffering, she can do nothing to protect herself from the pouring rain…

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She dresses like a whore for him.
She is naked yet clothed in her femininity.
She hates what he does to her,
you can see the torture in her eyes.
He doesn’t ask for much from her,
just to suffer quietly in front of him.
She squirms to keep her sanity
and struggles with the ties of agony he has put upon her.

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The luna moth is pale green and bears two long tails on either side, luminous and frail. A multitude of moths will come to lights when the night is dark, but the luna moths always caught his eye. They fly in search of the moon, and love, or more likely lust, of an entomological kind. Grey speckled spiders as big as a man’s hand will construct large webbed orbs near bright sources of light. We think of spiders as ugly as unkind, as murderers who eat out their prey from the inside.

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