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There’s certain things. I like certain things. I’m not supposed to, but I do. I like to pretend I’m a little girl. And there’s other things I like to pretend too, about men and about them wanting me in a way that’s wrong. Everybody says it’s wrong. But I like it. My boyfriend knows the way I like to play at being a little girl. So he bought me a T-shirt that says kittie on it. And he watches me from his car, waiting until I’m done with class. Sometimes he follows me home. I see him other times too. Watching.

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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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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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Transformed from a young, girlish bondage slut to a full-breasted, round-bellied woman, bondage always becomes her. These shoots show Shonta before and during her pregnancy. She begins the first shoot seated on a trunk, restrained with belts. PD uses a heat gun to shrink-wrap a plastic bag over her face. Bound into a tight ball, she is packaged and sealed in saran wrap. Her air-flow is controlled through a long breathing tube.

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The 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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I sat down naked on the wood chair in the middle of the studio, feet cold but room warm, feeling anxious. I am curious as to what PD has decided to do with me this evening. I wonder how much torment I will go through to please him, can I do what he asks of me? How much pain will pay the price of my freedom? PD walked up to me with a slow stride and a half smile, looking at my meek body fumbling in the chair. I looked up and him and blushed, embarrassed by my impolite fidgeting, hoping that he didn’t notice.

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Her opalescent, resilient flesh is so tantalizing everyone wants to get their hands on it. Gagged and bound helplessly, she wails and cries at their abuse. But her soft brown eyes betray, revealing the burning desire of which she dares not speak. In her live feed from December 2000, cowgirl relishes in the torments of three different doms…

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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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Silent, seductive 831 submits to bondage, pain, humiliation, and a long suffocation scene that leads to orgasm. There is something heady, something perilous in the way her body wrings itself in desire. It is a spell that 831 weaves, to be so ultimately and passively willing.
She sits quietly, her wrists handcuffed behind her back and her ankles shackled. The top ring of her hood is attached above. Ordered to undress, 831 squirms as she complies. A cane encourages her to move faster. A spreader bar is tied between her knees and her mouth-watering nipples are clamped, stretched, and secured. She sits in silence……

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810’s October 15th live feed begins with the young, vibrant, flaming red-head languishing blindfolded and hog-tied on the studio floor. 101, suspended in a cage, watches in the background as PD cuts off his victim’s dress and teases her pale, tender skin with his scissors. After loosening her ropes, he instructs her to finish undressing. Still blindfolded, she removes her underwear and cotton socks……

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