I asked the party girl Amanda if she wanted to come back to my place to do a little partying. I guess her idea of partying is different than mine. I bring her in with her wrists and thighs bound and a bag on her head. I unbutton her blouse and start slapping and groping her ample tits. I tie her neck off above, before clamping her nipples with clovers. I hang heavy nuts off springs, so any movement and the nuts start bouncing. I put spring clamps on each side of her nipples as well. I turn out the lights and leave her. After a while, I return. I grab her and start smacking her ass. The nuts start bouncing and pull on her nipples hard. I remove the clover clamps and the bag on her head. This is where Part 1 ends.
It is with such delight and reflection I stand over her now, enjoying a good Camel smoke. She is most beautiful with a black latex smother hood stretched over her head. It is a nice contrast from that painted face mounted in the wall a few days back. I inserted a couple rubber tubes up her nose holes to ensure there is no mishap with breathing. This was a safety measure as she has been locked on all fours stewing since sunrise.
My knees are killing me!!! The only relief is to carefully hang my weight from that damnable ass hook he seems to love so much. I’m sweating from this exertion. I feel the sweat squishing around my chin and mouth. The tubes jammed up my nose are maddening and my breath is labored because of them. I am engulfed in an oppressive, sticky blackness. The pressure, which was a mere sensation when he pulled it over my head, is aching now. The wickedest tickling and pricking assaults my skin; I imagine it must be flies or mosquitos feasting.
I hear the door slam. Though I cannot see or hear his movements, I am sure he is up to something. My mind swirls with imaginings of what he is about to do. My head screams, “Please do something!” The terror of what my own thoughts conjure reverberate in this smothering blackness.
Do I sense that he is close? I hold my breath to empty any sound in my head. Suddenly an acrid stench assaults my nose when I finally inhale. That fucker is blowing smoke at me. I can’t avert my head as it is locked at the neck. With every inhale I receive another dose. I cannot escape it; I feel dizzy — my body tingles and trembles.
Adorable Lydia Black is about to join O.T.’s extensive collection of perverted sex toys. Once he’s got her in her new dress and make-up she is exactly right to replace the doll he broke last week. Lydia thought she was meeting him for a quick smoke before she headed home, but at this point she will be lucky if she ever sees daylight again. He takes his time in stripping her naked, going over every inch of her body looking for any defect. She’s exposed and humiliated, trying desperately to ignore how dirty his hands and words make her feel.
Lydia is one sexy catch. Quite flexible and fully poseable, this might be the best little punching bag he has brought home yet. Metal restraints pull her limbs out wide while a latex mask leaves her in the dark. She tries to scream and struggle when he starts working her pussy with the whip, but in the end it starts to sound more like moaning than anything else. A quick check between her legs shows him that she is adjusting to her new life nicely.
Dripping wet, Lydia probably thinks that if she can suffer through enough he will reward her with his cock. It’s true, in a sense, since he has 8 inches of cold steel on hand to extract multiple orgasms from her poor, abused cock socket. He works her pussy until she squirts, and then starts railing her ass with the same metal member. Both holes leave her bucking against her bondage as the waves of ecstasy roll over her.
Her condition has become more ingrained. She has been in the ass bar ring for 48 hrs. I took her arms out of play by shackling them to the back of the ass ring. Her ankles are shackled together, thus, her legs can afford her little balance. She is forced into a crunch position and her only mobility is waddling on her ass. I am delighted that the monitoring system is fully implemented; now I can watch her from anywhere.
This is insufferable! My ass and back are constantly aching. How long have I been like this? I fear if I try to recline I will fall over and not be able to sit up again. I have shown no complaint or resistance to his machinations — I dare not. I think this strategy is working as he has not threatened me. He lavishly enjoys the perversity of this bondage and the way he manipulates me. It dominates my mind. I am utterly dependent on him. My isolation has turned my mind to only him — I look forward to his return, though this thought is abhorrent!
I am famished and thirsty — clearly, this is intentional, if I had to subscribe some purpose to this madness I suspect he wishes to control me in a more sophisticated manner; something beyond force, coercion and sex. He obviously is maniacal and highly organized in in the methods he employs to terrorize me. This infernal bar he has locked on my head goes to the back of my tongue and has begun to rust from my saliva. The taste of iron is the only thing that wets my palate. The drooling is constant — I am so thirsty that I tip my head back and try to swallow it.
This discharge is not the worst though. Desperate to relieve myself I wiggled over to the iron grill he has chained me to and expelled a shit through the grate. I piss on the floor boards. Though it is a torturous effort I discovered that I can roll onto my back and then my side. This has to be positioned carefully for I can then use my tongue to lick up the piss.
In the first half of this installment, Harley Ace found her way to the office of therapist O.T. in order to help her sort out the violent and sexual dreams she had been having for many years. He proposed an unorthodox treatment wherein he would hypnotize her and, while she was under, work through the tangle of fears and desires she had in her head. Once Harley was under his spell, however, O.T. started abusing his power to live out some of his own sick twisted fantasies. Now we return to the two of them, still in the midst of immersion therapy.
We find Harley sat up on the couch, her legs spread by shackles at her ankles, and her neck and head held tightly in place by a metal collar. O.T. has decided to ramp up the intensity of his treatment for the second half of their session together. He brings out his knife and starts trailing its blade all over her soft, exposed body. It’s easy to see the fear behind Harley’s eyes as she watches him drag it across her skin, and when he rubs the flat side against her clit her body visibly tenses up. She shakes as she tries to hold her body perfectly still so as not to end up getting accidentally cut.
Shaking and whimpering is all well and good, but when O.T. takes out the flogger and starts beating Harley’s face and tits with it, all of the tension she’s built up breaks into a thousand pieces and she is sobbing and screaming. It only gets louder when O.T. takes out his cattle prod. It’s not even close to her by the time she is screaming “no” and trying to pull away from its electrified tips. She’ll be alright though. The good doctor knows that the best way to calm her panic is with a hitachi vibrator and a metal pussy hook.
London River is probably the most hardcore handler we have on our staff, and Mimosa is excited and terrified to get to know her better. What makes London so good at her job is that her mind is constantly conjuring up new and interesting ways to torment our models. She likes to create and innovate. For today’s show she has cool new new twist on an old favorite here.
If you’ve watched any of our programs you’re probably familiar with the way we attach clothespins along a string along a model’s body and then yank all of them off at once. London has upped the anti and spread an entire fishing net over Mimosa’s body. She takes all the pins and takes her time turning Mimosa into a human Christmas tree. London won’t rip off the net so long as her play thing will allow her to torment her feet with a barbecue skewer. She pokes at them and uses her skewers like tiny canes until Mimosa gives up and lets her tear off the net.
Abigail Dupree knows all too well that the life of a slave girl is a hard one. She lives under the complete control of her master Matt. She succumbs to his every will and whim, comes to his every beck and call. But her life is about to get even harder with the plans Matt has for her today.
Matt ties his slave up to a chair with her legs spread and her arms behind her head, completely defenseless. Then he cuts off the skimpy little dress she is wearing so that he has complete access to give pain or pleasure to whatever part of her body serves him best. He has lots of toys he wants to play with today, and Abigail is the best one of all.
21 years old and sexy as hell, Charlotte Cross is ready to be the next fine piece of ass on the menu at Hardtied.com. She told Jack Hammer she was looking forward to rope and some suspension, but her interests run as far afield as electrified dildos, so we know that she’s going to be down for whatever we throw her way.
We won’t have her flying today, or at least not physically, but subspace has her a million miles away. Her tits are amazing and once we laid eyes on them we knew we’d have to tie them off and have some fun. They don’t mark easily, but they are super sensitive, making them the perfect place to lay the cane across her. Actually, with her smooth skin and soft curves, pretty much any place is perfect for caning her, whipping her, or slapping her around.
And she isn’t just sexy, Charlotte is flexible, too. Jack ties her into intense positions, her legs bent back into an elevated hogtie, or pulled forward until her knees are by her ears. She is his willing slave, and that means he is going to push her to her limits.
Electra Rayne is so damn sexy. Long hair, big tits, sexy legs, she’s a fine piece of ass for sure, and a nice addition to our dungeon. She loves rope bondage and lots of the rough stuff, so she will fit in here nicely. Hell, when we’re done playing with her today we may even keep her hanging in the background to come back to later.
She is going to have almost as much fun today as Jack Hammer does. She loves being whipped as much as he enjoys taking the leather tool to her ass. She can’t get enough of the cane and he never gets tired of hearing the either the sound it makes against her skin or the moans that escape her throat whenever it lands.
The best sounds, though, come from when she is just about to cum. She struggles to hold back from getting off, trying desperately to prolong her ecstasy, but the hitachi is too strong, her pussy is too sensitive, and Jack Hammer is too good at what he does. She can’t stop herself for long, and really she doesn’t want to. She is just afraid that if she cums too fast and too eagerly then Jack may stop doing all of these things that she likes.