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The Ripening

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 15-01-2019

Young, pliant, but green, the ever-popular S4 and 423 spend a few days in the cuntree learning hard lessons in slavery from the example of luxurious 912.
They are bound, coaxed, harnessed like horses, prodded, whipped, and made to suck pussy, but 912’s quiet acceptance is far beyond their abilities.

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Drip

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 08-01-2019

When PD told me that we would be doing water torture for the pre-feed I wasn’t that concerned.  I think I even joked about hoping that it would drive me mad.  I never expected to feel what I did.  I never expected to barely be able to make it through.  I thought it would be easy.

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Sleeping Beauty

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 05-01-2019

She’s nervous, sitting on a couch. She leafs through a magazine, looks around, fusses with her hair. In a moment of anxiety, she picks up the phone and dials a number. Her friend Donna answers the phone.
I think I’m in over my head, she says.

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211

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 20-10-2018

211 visits Insex and receives the ultimate stress test, left to languish, not allowed to come, caned, fucked, hot wax, the onerous wall of bifurcation, and drowning. She goes from ultimate boredom to terror. She seems to prefer the terror. At least it holds her interest.

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Water Torture

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 08-05-2018

wt_04_12Cherry red. Her blouse. A thick metal collar holds her neck motionless. The leather hood so conforms to her face that she looks to be a stylized being, not quite real you might think. Not quite.

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Insex Fat Camp 1

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 03-04-2018

ifc1_03_08Extreme pain, over the top humiliation, and a milk enema start angelene’s weight loss program off with a spurt. Insex Fat Camp 1 is the first in a series of live feeds that will monitor angelene’s fat. cyd pulls out all the stops, determined to ‘whip’ poor angelene into shape.

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Clerical

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 27-02-2018

cow101_06_10She dresses like a whore for him.
She is naked yet clothed in her femininity.
She hates what he does to her,
you can see the torture in her eyes.
He doesn’t ask for much from her,
just to suffer quietly in front of him.
She squirms to keep her sanity
and struggles with the ties of agony he has put upon her.

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1016’s March Feed

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 20-12-2017

1016lf3_11_06_23A friend gave me his phone number weeks ago. “Call him. Just call him,” she said. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the guys. Well, maybe a little. “Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just want to be by myself for awhile. That’s all.” My friend shrugged. “Call him,” she said again. I was the youngest of three girls. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy friends. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more groping. I had dreams, murky pictures in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing now.

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Yx 24 Hours

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 28-11-2017

yx24hlf3_08_13My hands were secured behind me and I was placed in the box with my head protruding through the top. I saw the plastic bubble shaped cover that Pd was going to put over my head, and that was when the nervousness started. Hmmm, I thought, there isn’t much room in that cover at all for the bugs to run around…they’re going to be near my head no matter what.

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The Barn

Filed Under (Articles) by Admin on 18-11-2017

barn_02_07My dreams curdle the night, the heavy, wet November night. Outside, the rustle of corn in the fields, silage of dreams, of a man’s want. And inside, my boner poking up against the sheet. Lightening far off, breaking out the night. The whispering of the house, conversations of ghosts. And the howls. That pack of dogs is come sniffing around the barn again. They always know when I got me another girl. I got me two of them a couple days ago, their pussies ripe and glittery-wet like jewels, nipples as tight and hard as nuggets, cold enough to ripple the skin. November’s got a chill around these parts. When a girl shivers it bones me up fat and hard, strong enough to squirt…

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