As she’s returning home, Princess Donna, dressed in tight black latex and spike heels, accidentally steps in dog shit. 828, her maid, must do the cleaning using her talented tongue. 828 dispenses her duties dressed head to toe in clear latex.
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Delicious and demure mila faces the Insex torture machine with quiet acceptance and a bit of nervous jitters. The Live Feed is a study in how small torments accrue, how they work into the psyche and physique, and how, when you create enough little pains, all you have to do is wait. In mila’s case, she just got more and more creamy, foaming at the clit, leaving a smear of wet beneath her pussy.
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Bondage is a sexual desire to see naked women suffer as they are tied up in unusual positions. To be beaten, whipped, caned, waxed, tied up, strapped down, and lifted into mid-air is not as easy as it looks. This process is extremely painful. The people of today enjoy looking at and being entertained with this sexual desire.
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Trailings is a compilation of slices, brief views as though through a window. The focus is bondage. The medium is flesh. The first is bound in a hogtie, still clothed in jeans, sneakers and tight top. The ankles keep tension on a rope that is wound about her neck. She struggles, growing pale as time passes. A pulley is lowered. The rope that attaches her ankles to her neck is raised, creating a curved bow to her body and a faint blue about her eyes and mouth.
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YX starts as a fully bridled pony. She strikes a stunning pose in a cupless black corset, thick leather collar, clamps on each nipple attached with chain, and her head bridled with bit in mouth. She wears pony boots that bring her up on her toes. Her hands are in black leather mitts, the fingertip rings attached to the back of her collar then pulled forward to the front of her chest. Her elbows are strapped behind her back so that her arms are taut, thrusting her breasts forward. A pony tail, attached to a butt plug, hangs from her ass. Bells dangle from her crotch strap, jingling as she shuffles, much as tethered horses shuffle in place. She is tethered with chain to the arm of a post. The arm moves in a circle, somewhat like a lunge rope used to train and exercise horses.
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Her nose itched. Her hair, tangled and matted from how she fought so hard, had fallen across her face. The shackles, heavy and small for her wrists, bruised and pinched her skin each time the lorry hit another pothole. On purpose, she thought. The goddamn driver was getting off listening to them all, some crying, others senseless. Just screaming.
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The night before the shoot, right before I went to bed, I started getting a little nervous. It was 5:00 in the a.m., and I was a bit tired. “Cherry,” I told myself, “you just need some sleep to restore your mind to its natural state.” I took my own advice, and upon awakening, felt much better; I was actually excited for the show.
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In Part 1 of her live feed, 922 completely looses it over what looks to be the simplest of scenes – a dunking in a cage. Nothing but a little water, right? Yet in part 2, tough girl takes a caning that would drive most men to their knees. She eats pain like candy, like she’s in love.
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She came, she saw, she conquered? British babe angelica travels to Insex to show the world what she’s made of. After hours of languishing in harsh bondage pre-show, she is locked into metal stocks to be stripped of her nylon thigh-highs and sexy black skirt and blouse. A rag is stuffed into her mouth so that she cannot protest when PD tips her onto her side, stuffs a plug into her asshole, and begins to flog her exposed cunt. An even bigger butt plug is shoved into her ass when she fails to hold the first one in place.
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It’s late. Two or three in the morning. I can’t sleep. The moon sluices through windows and shatters, like white litter, on the floor. I think of Mount Fuji, silent dragon sleeping, ice-capped, and the moon, and thin-streamed clouds.
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