...She soon learned the sinful secrets and
dreadful surprises of the bondage world . . .
butt plugs and nipple clamps, the infinite
variety of whips, paddles, canes and crops,
thick leather and rubber, and the burn of the
rope. She played the slave, the hooker, the
mistress, the harem girl, the spy, the wayward
wife and the bitch who needed a lesson, all
with equal gusto...
...The collar had a long strip of leather hanging
from two rings on its sides. Once he buckled it
around her neck, the curved strap hung down her
Finally, he placed a black mask over her eyes.
"Trick or treat," he said with an appreciative
emphasis on the last word.
Isabel tested the height of the heels with an
uncertain step, but Ron quickly picked up the
strap hanging from her neck...
...What did he have planned next? She found
herself fantasizing about extreme
situations...giant dildos rammed deep into her
ass and her pussy...breasts bound with layers
of rope...nipples in clamps...no, vices...with
weights...then, the whips...all
Star has a pretty dress and a pretty face and between the two she probably has no trouble finding men to keep her company at night. Sometimes, though, she attracts some unwanted attention. Claire Adams was looking for a hot date tonight and she came across Star. Now the two of them are going to have a nice night in together and Claire is going to make it as interesting as possible. A little electricity will heat things up.
...Her fears were confirmed minutes later as she
swung naked several inches off the floor, her
legs and arms held far apart by the unforgiving
shafts and then stretched even further by the
ropes attached to the thick restraints around
her wrists and ankles. As usual, her mouth was
filled with a wad of horrible-tasting rubber.
Upon closer inspection with her tongue, she
determined it was a replica of a very large
...She found her wrists shackled to her thighs
with maybe 18 inches of criss-crossed chain
links for slack. Her mouth was filled with a
hard rubber ball zipped tight behind some kind
of leather mask, and her hands were encased in
leather mittens lacking even the benefit of
Then she realized her whole body was wrapped in
And she was lying in what looked like a large
wicker basket on the floor...
...She moaned involuntarily as he knotted the
ends, and was rewarded with a ball gag jammed
deep in her mouth.
Ron went to work on her legs, sealing them
together with more rope around her ankles, a
few loops just above and below her knees, and
several yards for her thighs.
Isabel's heart began to race when he picked up
another coil of rope from the table, pulled a
length between his hands, and circled her
ribcage just below her chest.
By the time he was finished, her breasts were
crushed between an elaborate series of twists
...Finally, a single cord was fastened to the
middle of the rope around the top of her chest.
It ran down the front of her body to her groin,
only to take a sharp detour at her crotch. It
angled up to the back of her head, where it was
knotted to the strap holding the bright red
ball gag in her mouth.
Holding her airborne was a pulley and a piece
of rope that looked like a lopsided triangle.
It passed underneath the big knot behind her
shoulders, and then back to the rope connecting
her wrists to her ankles. With her feet hanging
higher than her head, Isabel imagined most of
her weight was straining against the rope
around her torso...
Ginger Lee is the second Contract Slave to be featured on SocietySM...Ginger is a dancer who travels around the country doing feature shows for horny guys who would like nothing better than to get thier hands on her...she has done some main-stream porn stuff, but her experience with bondage has been limited...but we find, through the course of her shoot, that Ginger has a deep desire to be dominated...We interview her and the most striking feature about Ginger, besides her obvious and rare beauty is her deep southern accent...we can't wait to make her beg as she talks a bit about her career...Ogre directs her to strip for the camera and do a little dance as he prepares himself...Ginger gives us a nice show before Ogre interupts and collars her...he ties her hands behind her back and gags her...then her feet are tied and Ginger stands helpless and naked with the large, leather-masked man...he bends her over and ties her hands up behind her back...then her neck is tied down which keeps Ginger bent and immobile for Ogre's whip...In the next scene, she is tied on a table with her legs pulled back behind her ears...her ass is high in the air as Ogre spanks her...then he invades her pussy with his fingers as he smokes a cigarette...she is made to suck a dildo as Ogre uses another to fuck her and he brings her to orgasm with the magic wand...In the next scene, Ginger is spread tightly on a table...Ogre uses electricity on her nipples, tummy and pussy...her expressions are priceless as Ogre plays with the current...he finger fucks her vigorously until she squirts cum on his hand...then the magic wand pulls more orgasms from her perfectly wet pussy...in the next scene, Ginger is tied in the middle of the room with her hands above her head and her feet together...Ogre pegs each nipple and directs Ginger to count as he whips her ass red...he whips the clothespins off her tits and continues with a whip and cane...he directs her to look into the camera as her punishments continues...then he wraps her head and arms in black plastic and pulls her up onto her toes to struggle...in the last scene, Ginger is pulled into an extreme hogtie...Ogre fucks her from behind with a dildo and adds the magic wand for more orgasms...poor, adorable, Ginger is spent and Ogre hoists her up tghtly and leaves her there…
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...Marciana happily nodded and I returned her smile. My chest was so tight that it actually hurt as I studied her inexpressibly happy features. This was just so special being bound and gagged together with no chance of release or escape. Her eyes met mine with a mutual, shared empathy and she gurgled with pleasure before attempting to 'kiss' me...
...The red ball gleamed intimidatingly beneath the spotlights illuminating our bed. It could've been worse. Andrea might have picked the big one. The one she'd picked out was only an inch and a half in diameter but it was still plenty big enough. It's also equally secure; there's no way my gag's coming off once Andrea's finished strapping everything around my neck and head. It buckles up in five places – imagine that! I love being gagged as much as I hate it; does that sound strange? Perhaps it's that latent masochist in me. I absolutely, positively adore the feeling of fullness – and helplessness that a tight gag imparts – but it can become so uncomfortable after any length of time. It's an unequal contest that I invariably lose.
Andrea was waiting and I obediently opened wide to accept my gag. Gently, she pushed the ball home before fastening each strap in turn, securely clamping my jaws down on the ball that now filled my mouth. My gag was not tight but I wouldn't be saying much of anything for a while...
..."I tie you up, gag you then we'll catch the tram to Melbourne where we'll walk around the shops and Southbank by the river," Robert confidently replied. "We'll also have lunch at your favourite café before going home. I guarantee that nobody will see you bound and gagged."
"Impossible," she happily declared, convinced that he'd finally taken leave of his senses.
Robert continued as if he hadn't heard her, "If I win – and I will, believe me, then… you will pay a forfeit. Hmmm… let's see. No bondage for one week."...