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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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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My hands were secured behind me and I was placed in the box with my head protruding through the top. I saw the plastic bubble shaped cover that Pd was going to put over my head, and that was when the nervousness started. Hmmm, I thought, there isn’t much room in that cover at all for the bugs to run around…they’re going to be near my head no matter what.
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Her soft flesh is clay to be molded by his skillful hands. Her cries are music to his ears. Her torture is his desire. And his pleasure is her pain. So he covers her pretty, young face in rubber hoods and wraps ropes tight around her limbs. He lifts her to his lap, pulls her close to tug at her stiff nipples and fondle her tenderized cunt. Then he makes her scream, whip lashing hard against glossy, firm skin, breasts bouncing, faceless head shaking hysterically.
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Like a diapered newborn in her highchair, 412 fidgets restlessly, anxious to come out and play. Metal restraining her absolutely around the neck and wrists, she fixes her makeup chained to the station. Metal boots tightened at the bottom crush her finely arched feet, causing her large eyes to glaze with tears. With a rubber brake laced over neck and mouth, she is forced to gulp water that drips into her mouth through a long tube.
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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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Fresh, wide-eyed face framed with a flaxen mane, Tyler Scot is a picture of youth and innocence. But how could anything so sweet and pretty be so tough, enduring such torments bravely and without complaint? Bound, gagged, shocked, and stimulated, Tyler continues to suffer sweetly for the Insex members in this live feed from April 2001. Head concealed with a cloth bag, arms and legs tied securely with rope, she lies helpless atop a wooden box. PD removes the bag and folds her flexible body in a hogtie. Gagged with cloth, she wiggles around, languishing in the torture tie.
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When I first came to Insex I had no idea what to expect. Everything was new and I was intimidated. I was scared and nervous but excited to try something I had no experience with. He dressed me in black floral dress and made me sit on chair in the middle of the room. I was trying to read a book to take my mind away from the nervousness that was starting to overwhelm me. I didn’t know how I should act. He began to ask me questions, my name, my age, basic things. Even those I didn’t know how to answer. He made me put on black heels…
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I kneeled in front of him and offered myself. He didn’t ask me to do it. It was my idea. But after that, after I signed the contract, he blindfolded me. Then he put me in a car and drove me somewhere. When he took me out, he led me through a door, then down stairs. The air was cool, damp. It smelled old. “Take off your clothes.” His voice echoed like we were in a big room. Chills ran up my arms and sides as I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it at my feet. “Your skirt.” I loved his voice, his touch, his way with me. I wanted him to squeeze my breasts, tug them, slap them back and forth. I wanted him to pinch my nipples. If only he’d push me to the floor, hold my hands over my head, and force his cock into me…..
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