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411’s Test

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 23-06-2018

411test_07_16Would 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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Application

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 06-02-2018

application_02_10The cage is His toy box and i am his toy. He keeps me in there to watch me languish as body weakens and mind breaks down. In the cage there is nowhere to hide. Every part is vulnerable and exposed. My bare skin presses up against the cold metal bars and my butt sticks through a gap in the floor. This is how he likes me, with everything accessible. I like it too, when he touches me and sticks things inside. But he only does this when he wants. For me there is nothing to do but wait. I hate waiting. Especially when I don’t know what it is I am waiting for…

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Punctured

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 08-01-2018

punctured_04_19411 and 101 return! Edited footage from their live feed in August of 2001 is great fun. When they’re not screaming from pain, even 411 and 101 laugh at their predicament. And as 411 crumples from laughter, 101 crumples from shocks to her cunt. Predicament torture, objectification, and 411’s permanent piercings, all in one neat package. It’s an Insex moment of agony, hilarity, and history you don’t want to miss.

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Cabin Corps

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 16-12-2017

cc_01_12Ah the great outdoors – the chirping birds, the clean fresh air, the bound naked girls screaming through cloth-stuffed mouths. In this article, yx, 101, and 411 spend a relaxing day in the country, bonding with nature in a whole new way. At daybreak, poor yx is tied to a cross. Legs spread, arms outstretched, crotch resting on a sharp wooden block, she suffers beautifully as the pain quickly intensifies.

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Leeches

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 29-08-2017

leeches_03_01The critters in this case were 50 hungry leeches. All i can say now is i’m soooo glad it’s over and all 51 of us came out alive. This was the hardest shoot i’ve done–submerged in the cold (yes, COLD) water, i was completely isolated and at the mercy of the frisky, blood-thirsty creatures. It was one of the few moments i have felt truly terrified in a scene. Though logically i knew the setup was safe, i could not help but dwell on the fact that there is no safewording on a leech……

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Apt 101

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 05-08-2017

I know what you’re thinking: she’s not that type of girl. The type of girl that meets a strange man in a seedy bar. The type that gets wasted and shows up on his doorstep. The type that is used and abused for his pleasure and wakes up the next day in his filthy tub covered in muck, reeking, wretched. I am not that type of girl!…

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Stumped

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 28-06-2017

stumped_01_45411 is transformed into not much more than a torso with all four limbs stumped tightly in clear latex and set into what appear to be prosthetic cups topping the four corners of a metal stand. A clear rubber corset accentuates her delicious female curves and ass. The bubble hood finishes her transformation. She becomes nothing but a toy made of flesh. Ass hook, Mr. Pogo, and breast suction. Tubes run every which way, from breasts and multiple orifices…..

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Malamansio

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 24-06-2017

sglf8_4_03_09The 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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Fluffy Day III

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 02-05-2017

411lf48h3_03_17Day Three of 411’s forty-eight hour feed begins with 411 looking sleepy. She sits in the chair, naked. The purple bruising on her breasts are clear reminders of what has gone before. Her pussy is sleepy also, a thin, relaxed strip of flesh.

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Hook & Boot

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 29-04-2017

yxlf4_21_01_12Here I was, back for yet another show. While I felt the usual excitement, I also felt quite nervous. There were so many of my past successful shows to ‘top.’ Pd heightened my nervousness by locking me into this complicated metal-bondage setup and torturous metal boots. Maybe it wasn’t so bad though…at least for this show I would be relieved of the anxiety that I usually felt during the beginning of a show. Normally, I think about all those watching and it makes me fidgety.

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