62’s long ordeal (aided and abetted by 912) runs the gamut of edgy BDSM, from rope and leather bondage to whipping and caning to forced penetration and machine fucking, all real-time action compiled from the live broadcast of October 6, 2004.
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Pd discovers sweet Anna in the Insex chat room. When they meet in person, her trusting demeanor lets him enjoy her fully for a day and a night before he packs her in a suitcase and wheels her over the bridge for her live feed.
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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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I entered the studio, feeling confident in my wicked little outfit. Every aspect was meant to draw attention to me from my purple hair, to my naughty little dress, to the stockings and garters that could be glimpsed as I walked up the stairs. On the street, I am confident in my armor, a blur of purple and black, with the occasional glint of silver from the metal on my boots. I would later come to regret wearing those particular boots to the shoot, as much as I usually enjoy the attention they afford me.
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At the end of her last live feed, Lorelei challenged PD. She told him she wanted even more. Why? She craves deep subspace. Of course PD brought her back. How could he let it go? But he wants to undo her. He wants to burst her bubble. By the end of the feed, Lorelei’s ass is hamburger. Her body has been poked, burnt and beaten. But something as simple as a cattle prod made all the difference in the world.
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It starts with the image. The one that he has to see over and over. She’s manacled, hooded, shackled to a chair, chained to the wall in his dingy basement, downstairs, where everything begins, where it has to begin – at the bottom. Breasts, nipples, flush of pussy. It’s clear from that moment on that she alone can save him.
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Painslut Eris comes to the Insex studio for a new BDSM experience. Besides using her body, PD changes her identity. She is now 922. A day at the studio and then off to the farm to do some hard work out in the field. Little does she know what she is about to take on with PD.
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In the second article in cowgirl’s 12-hour endurance series, the tension builds and the torture intensifies. On her belly, cowgirl is shackled to a long copper sink, prepared for an internal and external cleansing. Her flat stomach distends as an enema is dripped into her pearly upheld ass. Painfully bloating and cramping, she begs to release the fluids…
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On Friday after school, me and Amber waltz up and down the boardwalk. I wear sweaters two sizes too small. I don’t got any boobs to speak of, but my tits stick out good, doing a bounce when I walk. Couple weeks ago some dude offered me a twenty to suck his dick behind the duck shoot tent. I think he thought I was dumb or something. The guy had a goofy looking dick. I made him give me the twenty first, plus a five just cause his dick was ugly.
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geitia is twenty-five, nearly six feet tall, has large firm breasts, a slim waist, and an ass you just want to eat. Though her kink is Pony Play, geitia takes a romp through the wild world of sexual bondage and torment. She accepts canes, whips, and a cattle prod with relative ease. It’s the tickling she can’t abide. But caning will get her clit up. And what a clit geitia has. Pink and smooth, it looks to get an erection, emerging hard and gleaming from beneath its fleshy hood.
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