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I am a submissive woman. my submission is a gift that i do not give lightly. i find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to my Master. i am not weak or stupid. i am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what i want out of my life. i do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. i will look to my Master for guidance and protection, for never will i be more complete than when He is with me.

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101 stars in a devilish metal contraption, that makes her feel like an object. Endurance is the name of the first scene of this livefeed. Movement and breathing are restricted to a minimum, while the audience chatters away in the background. But when the corporal begins, the audience goes quiet…

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Humiliation is my endurance – Pain is my pleasure – Obedience is my defiance – What screams cannot measure – No matter how hard you try – Everything is a tangled struggle

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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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He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of female flesh – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the endless fabric of young skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, cunt – a library. He studies her. He tests her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, ties her body into knots, encases her, then relents. After he is finished with the first torments, he begins.

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I sometimes like to flaunt my girl-ness. My pleated skirt bounces as I walk, swinging and swaying and hinting just enough at what lays beneath. I flaunt my strength, flexing my girl-muscles, the control I imagine I have on the people that I walk past. I approach the building that is now so familiar to me, waiting for the elevator that always takes forever to arrive– I never saw what hit me.

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I woke up sore and aching. My whole body was a conductor for pain. I reflected on the events of last night. It had started out as fun actually. My school girl clothes put me in the mood for mischief, and I shuffled around, contorting my body and trying to get out of PD’s ropes. PD stood in the corner, laughing at my foolhardy attempts and I grew ever more determined to work my way out. Every success was countered by PD with an adjustment, a larger knot, a rope around my neck pulled continuously higher. Still I kept trying at the ropes, pushing and working at the knots, giggling all the way. PD finally made me sit on my knees and pulled the rope taut. Now I had to struggle to deal with the pressure on my knees, which were quickly becoming sore. I hadn’t realized how much energy I had expended in trying to get out of PD’s ropes earlier, I was getting really tired really fast. I tried to sit back on my feet to relieve my knees, this position put a lot of strain on my thighs, and tightened the rope on my neck further,but I held on…

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She’s such a fragile little cunt standing forlorn in her short dress and black stockings. Her hands tied behind her back,  he gives her two minutes to try to escape the tight ropes. He lifts her dress to expose her sweet crack as the cane goes hard against it. Almost automatically the tears begin to fall. Still in a hogtie pd places her on the floor, tickling her feet, ripping her sheer black nylons. The ropes become even tighter and he consols her and asks about her comfort level. She moans as her pussy gets wet and her sobs get even louder…

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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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A collection of three fantastic shoots with three fantastic models. No one can beat 731’s iron will and determination as she hangs in the gibbet. Then, a saucy canagirl named Elizabeth flaunts her sexy body as she’s tied up, tickled, and whipped. Moonshine delivers the coup de grace, locked in stocks and toughing it out through several rounds of foot torture. Each model creates a foil for the next, revealing the daring of the girls, their courage, and the big bonus – three beautiful pussies.

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