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PD goes at spacegirl with a cattle prod, and in the next moment he buries a vibrator in her pussy.  Bound to the pink chair for the duration of an informal live feed, spacegirl is forced to take everything PD metes out as he drags her back and forth over that rich and delicious edge, the divide between pleasure and pain. It starts innocently enough, with spacegirl in shackles and chains and working on a computer. The chat voice sputters in and out. Soon enough, spacegirl is bound to the chair and gagged with hard plastic tubing held in place by a metal band. A bag tied over her head has her measuring her breath as PD binds her breasts.

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I keep to myself mostly. Don’t make a habit of poking my nose around where it don’t belong. But I was out hunting squirrel one day and my eyes about popped out of my head seeing what I saw coming down that old logging road. There’s a guy named Joe lives way back up the mountain. He’s never been much for socializing. But in the woods that day, there he was, driving his pickup on the logging road. And damned if there weren’t three girls tied behind that truck buck naked, like they was livestock. He had their necks all yoked together. Their hands were tied behind their backs. They had big old pieces of wood tied in their mouths so they couldn’t make much of a sound.

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I sometimes like to flaunt my girl-ness. My pleated skirt bounces as I walk, swinging and swaying and hinting just enough at what lays beneath. I flaunt my strength, flexing my girl-muscles, the control I imagine I have on the people that I walk past. I approach the building that is now so familiar to me, waiting for the elevator that always takes forever to arrive– I never saw what hit me.

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Her soft flesh is clay to be molded by his skillful hands. Her cries are music to his ears. Her torture is his desire. And his pleasure is her pain. So he covers her pretty, young face in rubber hoods and wraps ropes tight around her limbs. He lifts her to his lap, pulls her close to tug at her stiff nipples and fondle her tenderized cunt. Then he makes her scream, whip lashing hard against glossy, firm skin, breasts bouncing, faceless head shaking hysterically.

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An evaluation, he said during the phone interview. An evaluation. He sits her in a chair. “You’ve done this before?” The chair is hard. Wood. She shifts. “A little. You know. With friends.” She doesn’t understand the difference. She’s thinking of rope that remains loose, rope that forgives. And him fumbling with knots. She doesn’t know what she’s thinking.

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Like a diapered newborn in her highchair, 412 fidgets restlessly, anxious to come out and play. Metal restraining her absolutely around the neck and wrists, she fixes her makeup chained to the station. Metal boots tightened at the bottom crush her finely arched feet, causing her large eyes to glaze with tears. With a rubber brake laced over neck and mouth, she is forced to gulp water that drips into her mouth through a long tube.

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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 went to New York for my First visit, I knew I was in for an exciting time. I come form a small town in Texas and had barley visited any place except for the occasional party or to go to a club. Mainly I stayed at home with my two horses and my dogs. I had dreamed of going to a big city and leaving the great state of Texas to broaden my horizons. So when I received a trip to the Big Apple for a present form my daddy. I was thrilled. He looked a little tense about me leaving. When I gushed and told him how happy I was, daddy just looked proud…

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She’s such a fragile little cunt standing forlorn in her short dress and black stockings. Her hands tied behind her back,  he gives her two minutes to try to escape the tight ropes. He lifts her dress to expose her sweet crack as the cane goes hard against it. Almost automatically the tears begin to fall. Still in a hogtie pd places her on the floor, tickling her feet, ripping her sheer black nylons. The ropes become even tighter and he consols her and asks about her comfort level. She moans as her pussy gets wet and her sobs get even louder…

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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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