Wedding Ring
...Suzy put her legs in the stirrups, putting her in a slightly bent position, similar to a position one is when sitting in a car. She tied the numerous straps securing her legs in, four on each leg: ankles, below and above the knee and at the thigh.
She then pulled tight a strap around her waist and another one just below her breast. Her arms, the wrists already linked, were pulled down and linked on a ring at the base of the seat then a strap was used to tie her elbows together.
Suzy removed the gag and added another hood on top of the one she already had. This one came in two halves and was very thick, fastened by six buckles. It had a built-in blow-up gag with breathing tube and dark lenses over the eyes. When tightened around her head, she felt it heavily compressed, as in a vise. It made her hot.
Suzy then plugged a hose to the breathing hole of the gag
The collar was replaced by a wide posture collar, combined with the rigid hood, it rendered her head totally immobile...
We convince another professional Dominatrix to play the slave role as we invite Kali Kane into our dungeon for a day of submission and orgasms...we find during her interview that Kali has always been into bondage for as long as she can remember...a natural and true fetishist...There's little that compares to the pleasing power feeling of getting a Dominatrix all tied up and helpless...we have Kali gag herself and then use handcuffs to secure her own wrists and ankles...she rolls helplessly onto the bed and the Pope enters to spank her ass and clamp her tits...it doesn't take too long to realize that Kali isn't just playing the slave role...it's apparent that she truly enjoys and was in need of submission...the Pope rolls her onto her side and gives her the first of many orgasms with a magic wand, then he whips her pussy to finish her off with pain...in the next scene, Kali is tied on her knees with her hands pulled aboved her head...the Pope commands her to shake her full tits as he whips them...he ties each tit then he canes her pussy and feet before planting the magic wand under her cunt for pleasure...in the third scene, Kali is bent over for a long whipping session...the Pope ends it with dildo fucking, nipple clamps and more orgasms...then Kali is tied standing...her arms are locked into rigid leather splints and tied across a bar...one of her legs is pulled into the air to expose her cunt and a u-bolt, breast-smasher is tightened around each tit...the Pope uses electricity to keep Kali in line and moaning...then a nose hook is rigged up tightly for humiliation...in the end, he pulls her last foot off the ground and leaves her in an awkward hang...in the final scene, we pretzelize poor Kali...her legs are pulled back to her ears and her arms are tied over and down...a head harness ball-gag keeps her head up...the Pope rigs her feet with TENS pads and shocks them as he clamps each mipple...then, with dildo and vibrator, he milks Kali's pussy...white cum flows down her ass as he wrenches orgasm after orgasm from her totally helpless body...her pussy contracts and the juice flows...Kali turns out to be a great slave...
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Call Girl
...He chose a pair of Guess non-stretch jeans, mid-rise and a white shirt and asked her to put them on.
She came out of the bathroom with the shirt on, obviously extremely tight as it molded her body to perfection, showing all the features of her breasts and the sculptural shape of her upper body as well as her engulf delicate arms in the tight sleeves of the shirt. But she was dragging her feet on the legs of the jeans, stopped at the hips.
"It won't go any higher. I told you it wouldn't fit." She said with a sigh, hoping he would give up on his tight jeans gig.
Instead, he asked her to come closer and to turn around. He grabbed the jeans by the side and started to pull, effectively lifting her off the floor. She stayed of ice...
Test Subject
...Nobody noticed when she suggested the rubber suit at first, stating that it would be the best thing to seal the subject. How come a little flow of air sensed through a thick spandex catsuit could disturbed that much the test subject.
Everybody believed in her suggestion that a pair of high heels shoes would put the test subject into more or less a weightless-like position.
Nobody questioned her perception of feeling through the thick latex skin, and they all jumped at the conclusion that an inflatable suit might be the solution, and nobody noticed that she took the ad showing the inflatable suit from a rubber fetish magazine...
Pleasure In Control, part 1
...We moved into easy and relaxed conversation. Some of it small talk interspersed with much helpful advice. The plum bra fitted perfectly. It was made of a smooth, satin fabric, with narrow straps, lacy edging to the cups and perfectly-stitched details. I noticed it had unusual metal rings to adjust the straps. The under-wiring came up the centre between my boobs, holding them slightly apart, with a small metal stud in the centre in the shape of delicately pursed lips, shaped just as if they were blowing a kiss. Kirsten explained: "A Balcony bra lifts your breasts slightly and holds them, but does not push them together so you don't get a jaw-dropping cleavage. It's a bit like cupping your hands under them to feel their weight. You're lucky; your breasts are very firm for their size, so you don't need a lot of support. Look how they don't bulge over the edge of the bra-cups, they just continue to follow the shape and curve of the fabric."
"You could wear almost any style of bra, just according to your mood. A push-up lifts your breasts and pushes them together too. They are bought mostly by women with small, wide-spaced breasts who want to make the most of them. But a push-up would give you a very deep, fascinating cleavage. You would look stunning in an uplift ½ cup bra as the whole of the top surface of your smooth-skinned breast would be visible above the edge of the cups but you wouldn't 'spill' when you leant forward. You can get away with wearing wear soft, lace bras with no under-wiring as you don't need the support. Only a few makes come in your size as normally only smaller-breasted women like me can wear these."...
Pleasure In Control, part 2
...She was still wearing her boots, which caused her stand with her pelvis slightly tilted. I reached behind me to undo the clasp of my butterflies bra, a move that pushed my rounded boobs forward. I breathed in deeply then exhaled; this released the tension on the bra catch, but not in my mind. I slipped off the shoulder straps and allowed my silk to fall away from my breasts. I watched as Kirsten's blue eyes flashed from one partly erect nipple to the other and back, finally making contact with my own eyes. She moved edgily to shift her weight onto the other leg and I continued with my show.
Becoming more excited by the effect I am obviously having on Kirsten, I felt more bold and confident and I chose next to slip off my panties before I donned the pale blue satin bra. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I wriggled my hips and pushed the silk briefs slowly down my hips one side a little then the other, as if they were a very tight fit. I enjoyed the suspense that this delay created and saw that Kirsten was enjoying it too. Not wanting to give away too much too soon, I turned sideways to the bed before finally removing my briefs, quickly picking up one of the new pairs that matched the blue satin bra I had selected. I slipped them up my legs and pulled them neatly into place on my hips. They were more skimpily cut than those I had just removed and they slipped easily between my legs. I turned back to face Kirsten who was now sitting on a chair a little further away. She nodded approvingly, saying nothing...
Pleasure In Control, part 3
...Then I opened one drawer beside her bed and found a few items of toiletries, several sets of batteries and two carved wooden boxes each about the size of a small shoebox. Just the sort of box in which a girl might keep her tights & stockings. Strangely, one was secured closed with a tiny padlock but the other opened easily.
I gasped when I saw what was inside and sat down on the edge of the bed. I felt so ashamed that I had intruded into a very private part of Kirsten's life, as the box contained several vibrators and dildos in differing sizes and finishes. Against my better judgement, I took out a couple and held them in my hands. The first was a long, slender vibrator in smooth, shining gold, tapering almost to a point at one end and with a knurled ring at the other. In my other hand I held a very heavy dildo, obviously made from solid translucent rubber making it slightly pliable and soft to the touch. It was a little longer than the vibrator but considerably thicker.
I quickly put them back and closed the lid of the box, trying to put out of my mind the images of what I had seen. I continued my search and in the next drawer down I found what I was looking for. I chose a pair in sheer black and slipped them on. Lifting up my skirt I attached the suspenders that came with the basque and fastened Kirsten's stockings to their catches, feeling rather flustered...
Daisy Marie - beautiful bondage model, rope tied, gagged, clamped, tortured, vibrated to orgasm.
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Daisy is back at SSM to enjoy a long day of tough bondage and the complete loss of body control that comes with an overly sensitive pussy...a very overly sensitive pussy...during the interview Daisy reveals her secret passion for BDSM that she discovered on our shoots...as well as ass licking...interesting stuff...the shoot begins with the Pope dragging Daisy into the wood room...he commands her to her knees and Daisy does as she is told as the Pope ties her wrists, then stands her up and ties her hands overhead...he strips off her clothes and plays with her young body...he ties her feet and flogs her tits and tummy...Daisy likes to scream and she belts it out as the POpe lays it on her...in the next scene, Daisy is tied and bent over in a very helpless fashion...the Pope cuts of her stockings before using his hand, a cane and a whip on her ass...then its the magic wand stuffed between her legs and his finger pounding into her pussy until she cums...he leaves the vibrator in place and Daisy pisses herself...in the next scene, Daisy is roped to the wooden column and suspended in the air, spread...the Pope tease and torments her before more orgasms...Daisy pisses herself again and the Pope whips her for punishment...then we step it up a notch...a head-harness ball gag seems to quiet our bratty slave...then we rope her firmly to a chair with her legs frogtied and spread...the Pope uses electricity to torment her and Daisy's screams become moans...very sincere moans as the current ripples through her cunt...then a vibrator inside her and a vibrator on her clit...yes...she pissses herself again...in the final scene, we suspend Daisy from her ankles...the Pope uses the vibrator again and this time the piss has nowhere to go but down her long body and over her sweet face...the Pope pulls her up be her hands and leaves her struggling in the air…
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Pleasure In Control, part 4
...Rachel helped me out of my day clothes and commented on my underwear. "That's a very attractive bra you are wearing." It was the plum-colour one I bought with my own money on Monday, carefully laundered by Kirsten's maid.
"It fits you so well and really accentuates the features of your figure. Let me see you from the side, please." I took my cue and posed a little for her then I turned my back and asked Rachel to release the bra-catch. I held the cups over my boobs whilst I turned back and only reveal my breasts when I was sure Rachel would see them clearly.
"I think this corset will suit you very well" complimented Rachel as she wrapped it around my body and started to thread the laces. Keeping my panties on, I stood facing a mirror so I could watch as Rachel pulled in my waist, continually asking if I was comfortable. I couldn't say I was comfortable, but the feeling of being controlled by its tightness excited me. Then when she reached the top she deliberately pulled extra tight on the laces to thrust my breasts higher on my chest so they all but spilled out...
Pleasure In Control, part 5
I picked three scenarios from my rehearsed repertoire, choosing comfortable daywear for the office, racy hen night & something sophisticated for a special weekend away. Stevie asked my size and selected several items from the rails. I gave her a hard time, rejecting most of them and developing my character as I went along. "I prefer to draw attention away from my breasts when I am interviewing, it can be a distraction for my recruits. Do you have something with less uplift?" Finally we settled on a white cotton bra with no underwiring and matching briefs, a bright red halter-neck string bikini bra and thong with tie straps and a low-cut lemon-yellow lacy balconette bra with wide-spaced straps, matching high-leg panties and suspender belt. Appropriately, Stevie allowed me to try them on alone in the changing rooms.
Pity, I thought, I would have loved someone else to have seen me in the red racy set – I hardly recognised myself when I looked in the mirror. The bra was made from thin stretchy Lycra/polyester and it clung to my curves. My nipples poked out confidently through the material and the outline of my bush was clearly visible. I had tied the halter neck straps tighter and they'd pulled my boobs upwards and together making them look as sexy as they could ever be. When I pulled the bows of the thong's side straps onto the tops of my hips and wriggled by bum the narrow web disappeared into my bum-crack, sliding against my arsehole. It made me feel so young and horny that I dared not look too long in the mirror as I was unusually aroused for this time in the morning and here would not be a good place to have to 'relieve the tension'. I promised to show Kirsten at the weekend instead...
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