Master is always full of surprises. Like tonight, when he comes home with a large, ripe pumpkin in hand. “Trick or treat?” he whispers devilishly, pulling harshly at my long ponytail. Gagged already, I shrug my shoulders, as if I have any choice in the matter. As if I ever have a choice when he’s in this kind of mood.
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The journey is beginning. I’m told to sit down on the floor as Master begins attaching me to a large, heavy steel triangle. My ankles are squeezed painfully into the metal cuffs. I guess people really can be big-boned, because my feet are going numb by the time he’s secured the metal collar around my neck and the cuffs on my wrists. He asks me to pull my legs out in front of me as far as I can. The pressure on my ankles causes me to wince, and I try to adjust my neck inside the collar it’s so tight…..
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The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a dream. Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my breasts, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my pussy. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the mala mansio…..
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Thin blonde braids tumble over the shoulder, skimming her firm, supple breasts. In this article, 130, a Southern Belle with attitude, discovers some new uses for her long golden locks. After her interview, 130 is stripped and bound to a chair with legs spread wide. Nipples clamped, wrists bound in a V overhead, she is strung up like a marionette. Arms wave and tits bounce at the tug of a string.
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Don’t let the conservative suit and sweet smile fool you – a mild-mannered receptionist she’s definitely not. In these shoots, cherry puts up a valiant fight but cannot escape PD’s torments and ties.
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1203’s lean, flexible body, large mouth, and plump, natural breasts are a bondage lover’s dream. In her test article, PD explores the myriad possibilities. Clad in fishnets and a miniskirt, the young minx explains that she has had a little experience with BDSM but is eager for more.
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The perfect mix of black and blue, 731 and betty share some quality time in the country. First PD ties the two girls tightly on a mattress, gagging them with socks and covering 731 with a canvas bag. He plays with their breath, suffocating them both till they are gasping and choking for air.
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Driven by curiosity, they are drawn to this strange place. They want to explore, to see new things, to push their limits. Some stay to pursue their inquiries. Others run away screaming. This article shows two girls who decided their first Insex experience was more than enough.
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Step into my office,” he said, locking the door behind him and gesturing toward a small cage at the side of his desk. Hesitating at first, the sleek blonde professional sashayed across the room. She straightened her suit jacket and skirt before bending down on her knees and crawling inside. The metal door was shut and secured. And so began the most bizarre job interview of her career.
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Lifestyle sub 1030 is loaned out by her Master to be tested at Insex. Straight off, she is belted down to a chair for her interview. There is no escape now; she answers PD’s questions, relishing her helplessness.
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