Summer Day is super thrilled to be interning for hot lawyer Bella Rossi. During a late night, Summer spills hot coffee all over her boss and is mortified. Embarrassed, she cleans off her boss’ gorgeous tits and the mess she made on the floor. Unsatisfied with Summer’s performance, Bella takes out her crop and smacks Summer’s cute ass peaking under her skirt.
This sex slave in training learns that pain comes in many forms.
Outside on a cold coastal day, this slave type masochist needs to feel her worth while in pain, to feel the needs of a sadistic Master as he binds her in heavy painful restraints, loving her while giving her pain and pleasure locked in cold Irons to prevent escape otherwise wearing nothing but a hood and and a need to serve. She lives to be used as Master likes to take her, to please him is her main purpose, only purpose. This particular slave, though well trained, still has a few lessons to learn. How would you train and use this Chattel?
Today we follow Mistress Sandra in her dungeon.
There her slave awaits us…
What a beautiful girl, we sure will have some fun with her!
Mistress Sandra is wearing gloves, top and skirt.
Anna Vorski is wearing a corset, slip, stockings, gloves, collar, hood and armbinder.
Mistress Sandra is dressed from head till feet cover in a one piece latex.
This catsuit needs some shining before hitting the pool on this hot day.
Mistress Sandra needs something else before swimming too as she shows us her new toy!
Join her in the water for a wet adventure!
Anna Rose is Mistress Sandra’s sex slave!
She can do anzthing with her slave that she wants…
Join us and find out what Mistress Sandra has in store for Anna.
It must have been a panic attack. I got really upset about things in my life. I had no idea how much worse they could get. The facility they took me to was supposed to provide me with help. Instead OT just helped himself. I don’t remember being transported to his special dungeon. I just remember waking up and feeling groggy.
Once I realized what was going on… That I wasn’t going to get the help I needed… Rather that I was going to serve the sadistic whims of a madman I did my best to play along. I took his torments. I participated in his horrific sexual experimentations. I let him touch me. I let him put his fat fingers inside my asshole.
I thought I was crazy. I thought I needed help. I guess I was wrong. All I needed was to find the right person to touch me in the right ways.
Inspired by Agan Medon Sailor Luna has her arms pulled tightly behind her back. She is walked onto a giant dildo that makes its way to the back of her throat. OT fondles and undresses her while she struggles not to gag.
The leather hood on Sailor Luna’s head keeps her in utter darkness and unable to speak. In just her panties Sailor Luna looks so adorable. OT takes the opportunity to whip her cute little tits and her sweet butt. When he pulls the hood off he wraps his huge hands around her throat and tightens down.
OT attaches her to a wooden device that has her completely exposed. She can’t help but jut her pussy out for all to see. OT pulls her legs up, pushing her knees harshly into the edge of the wood. Labia clamps pull her tender pushy flesh open. Mr Pogo is crammed deeply into her wet cunt and the vibrator buzzes away at her clit. She’s teased so close to orgasm that each time OT pulls the vibrator away Sailor Luna wants to cry.
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.
Blinded and Beaten Bad
One of the more frightening things about being a model for one of our videos is the feeling you get when one of the handlers is walking toward you carrying some device meant for torment. Possibly the only thing scarier is what Sasha, our model for today, is experiencing. Sasha has a leather hood on over her head so she can’t see anything at all. All she gets is the muffled sound of footsteps moving toward her as she is left to wonder what agony awaits her next.
Matt Williams has her shackled down to a metal pole, her legs out in front of her and her body leaned all the way back. He covers the nose holes in her hood with a strip of tape to make it harder for her to breathe, so that everything he does to her will be that much more frightening. She sits there in the darkness and suspense, breathless, as he flogs her tits and her stomach. She flinches from the sound of the tails moving through the air. Her body starts to turn red, not that she can tell at all except that with each lash the next one hurts a little bit more.
He walks away from her, removing the tape from her hood and letting her body have a few seconds rest, but a few seconds is all she is going to get. Even as he leaves her, she is shaking and panting, her body quivering in pain and anticipation. That body starts to full-on shake when she hears the sound that every submissive fears, the crackling of electricity at the end of a cattle prod. Matt shocks her nipples, perking them up, then he shocks her pussy. It is as if her body is being jump started. She squirms and shrieks, unable to control herself, never knowing when or where the next zap will come.