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“Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer. Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the secret cause.” James Joyce (1882-1941), Irish author. Stephen Dedalus, in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, ch. 5 (1916). Outlining his aesthetic theory.

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The harder he binds her, the quicker she cums. Crucified, taped, and electrified, cowgirl drips with desire in these truly “stimulating” shoots. Rendered helpless with unyielding metal around her neck and wrists, she exhausts herself attempting to find a comfortable position. A metal bar spreads her legs, making the struggle even more difficult.

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Last Stand is the edited footage of OR beaver’s Live Feed from July 25-26, 2003. It begins with OR Beaver lying on a dirt floor inside of a metal silo. She is bound with cable ties. Her moans echo, bouncing off the walls. Wearing jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt, she is filthy from the floor. Water sprays out, drenching her, matting her clothing to her skin.

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During the Live Feed of December 12, 2003, lorelei lee endures three new pieces of equipment and a battery of tortures, including hot candle wax on nipples and pussy, needles galore until her breasts and labia bristle with needles, and a no-holds-barred, dual impact scene while she is trapped mid-torso in the Terrible Wall of Bifurcation.

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Demure and ravishing, 120 is locked down, beaten, and fucked in her very first shoot with PD. Even the great PD seems swamped by the swelter of her sexual fog, though he gives her a rough ride in harsh metal stocks and is forced to cane 120 for coming without asking. Still, the little man gets hard as PD brings on the vibrator. 120’s lush body and eyes go dreamy.

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mainpain takes a hard whipping, from flogging to singletail to caning. Add to that “the worm” treatment, breathplay, Mr. Pogo, orgasms, and an over the top electrical scene involving that most terrifying of all tests – spelling. The poor girl needs to brush up a little on her English, but she’s got a body to die for and a beautiful smile.

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One year after the orginal ordeal, a year after swearing not to relive the confusion of her body and her senses, Sam is drawn back to the binding. At home, the focus of her life’s daily requirements are dulling her senses, and eroding awareness of her physical self. Even the ritual of professional achievement is losing its lure. She is compelled by her body. In the haze of daily predictable sensations, she makes the phone call that will always provide her with the nuances of satisfaction.

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Tex is twenty-four, cute and new to BDSM. He says he is here for lunch… and to broaden his mind. First, he’s restrained to a chair, his cock and balls squeezed between the slats of the chair-back, a perfect position for cock head torture. Next up, he is isolated in a head-box for a standing spread eagle flogging.

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When Insex approached me about doing a 24-hour live bondage session, I didn’t hesitate to say yes! I had always wondered what it would be like to be in constant bondage, what it would be like to not be able to say, “ok, I’m tired, lets quit.” Endurance bondage is considered to be a challenge for me. It looked like it would be a lot of fun to do. I would find out just how “fun” it was going to be. Perhaps even regret so hasty a decision.

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Sam’s Return

At home, the focus of her life’s daily requirements are dulling her senses, and eroding awareness of her physical self. Even the ritual of professional achievement is losing its lure. She is compelled by her body. In the haze of daily predictable sensations, she makes the phone call that will always provide her with the nuances of satisfaction.

In what might have been hours or days or a week, Sam is at the airport. She arrives to the smell of kerosine and fatigue. The scent is specific to places of exchange. Normally, the combination is delicate and infused into the air, attempting to conceal itself. But by now, Sam is trained without knowing it. Already she is very aware of these details; the boredom of airport colors, reflections of people at adjoining gates, metal detectors and overweight security personal huddle, too obviously, in one place. The smell of the unit – it is the smell of everything interior…

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