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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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731 proves her strength and submissiveness in her first Insex shoots. After her interview, she is maneuvered down to the ground with legs tied together and arms behind her back. Hogtied tightly, she wiggles on the cold concrete floor. Stripped of her skirt and top, she lies on the ground with a hood over her head, arms bound to her sides, and hands stumped with tape.  After struggling to rise to her feet, she stumbles about blindly while PD taps her with the single-tail….

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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 sneaked a look at the monitor and saw myself…crucified there, vulnerable and humiliated. It looked beautiful. I couldn’t believe that was me up there. The hope that the audience was enjoying the scene was the main thought going through my head. Other than the pressure on my feet from the pipes, the position was not too difficult to endure. Pd knew this, and decided to make the scene more intense. He sprayed my body with water, which felt quite cold. I imagined little droplets of water assaulting my body. Amazing how such a simple thing can be such torture…..

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She has a sweet pussy meant to be used. Her smooth young body is a tease for anyone watching. Her pretty flesh is a fresh contrast to the hard cold metal table that her body surrenders to. The position of her legs, strapped and spread wide open, gives Cyd the advantage of having his way with her…..

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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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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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In the coldness of his rooms and the silence of his mind, he imagines her to be a gem. She is a fairy, captured at his whim, to be designed, but fashioned in his mind, sculpted, tempered by his forge and his fire. She’s delivered to him in a crate and wrapped in plastic, merchandise to be consumed. Oh how he trembles, unraveling the ropes in his hands which will initiate his terrible ecstasy, the advent of his type of love. Without her, he is dead. Without a succession of fairies into his palace, he is made of wood. And so he buys another girl. He readies her, his new acquisition. And he molds her and causes her to suffer.

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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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