SM, BDSM, Restraint, Shibari, Nasty, Hardcore, Humiliation, Best, Omnibus
1.35 GB | 720 x 480 | mp4 | 04:00:01
RealTimeBondage – Charlotte Vale – Cuntlet 3 (INSEX – Remastered) (06.29.23)
Charlotte Vale has a choice. She can either beg for pain or beg for humiliation. One will not save her from the other, but it gives her the illusion of control that they slowly strip away from her. She is bound tightly into place which makes her wet. Her tits are tied off which makes them sensitive. She is afraid of what comes next, and for good reason. She is well past her breaking point, just hoping for it to be over soon. They are going to make her scream and cry until THEY have had enough.
1.36 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:39:56
RealTimeBondage – Mila – Mila Live (INSEX – Remastered) (03.23.22)
Delicious and demure mila faces the Insex torture machine with quiet acceptance and a bit of nervous jitters. The Live Feed is a study in how small torments accrue, how they work into the psyche and physique, and how, when you create enough little pains, all you have to do is wait. In mila’s case, she just got more and more creamy, foaming at the clit, leaving a smear of wet beneath her pussy.
Mila sits waiting, nervous, her knees together. Beside her, young Violet is bunched in a ball with stocks, shackles, and chain. Before long, mila has been locked into a metal collar and stood up. She strangles slowly. The collar pulls upward, constricting her breathing. Then her wrists and elbows are bound together behind her back and a rope from elbows to throat constricts by pulling downward. Severe heels are put on her feet. A taut chain digs into her pussy. Copper sheeting slides beneath her feet. She is wired and wet down and made to dance with electricity. Breast bondage, nipple clamps, weights, spanking – mila can hardly move without causing pain to herself.
As mila is bound to a chair, violet rattles around in the background, her discomfort turning to misery. Rope after rope is used to hold mila to the chair. Bags of ice are poured out and packed around her feet. A posture collar grips her throat. Soon, a silvery cream soaks her cunt. A breathing tube is taped into her mouth and a plastic bag tied over her head. The bag steams. Her eyes, vulnerable, pleading, look out. Ice is packed onto her chest. Afterward, a lit torch is passed over and around her breasts, chest, and cunt.
Bound in a hogtie, her toe tied to her hair, her pussy drips with her milky cream. An ass plug goes in and is inflated. Then Mr. Pogo, equipped with a vibrator taped near the end, nails mila. Her pussy drools copiously as Mr Pogo slips in and out. mila smiles with pleasure, but not for long. Her ass is soon held up in the air with a hook. A cane dips into her luscious skin, biting, tasting her silken ass and thighs over and over again.
1.84 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:52:20
RealTimeBondage – 130 – 130 Livefeed (02.17.22)
“Step into my office,” he said, locking the door behind him and gesturing toward a small cage at the side of his desk. Hesitating at first, the sleek blonde professional sashayed across the room. She straightened her suit jacket and skirt before bending down on her knees and crawling inside. The metal door was shut and secured. And so began the most bizarre job interview of her career.
Her debut feed starts with an intense pre-show. Caged in her business attire, she teases PD as he works on his laptop. Let out, she is stretched out and bound to a wooden beam. PD strips her clothes down slowly as she languishes on the concrete. Her legs are spread and secured in a straddle position, leaving her cunt exposed for the flogger. With a half-hour left, she stands on her heels with a noose around her neck, wondering what she’s gotten herself into now.
After three hours of anticipation, the show begins with a dramatic wrist suspension. PD provides some support, allowing 130 to wrap her legs around his waists while he cuts off her suit, bra, and panties. He toys with her, lowering her to the ground then lifting her up again. Chest heaving, her lithe body quivers under the strain.
Finally let down, she is ordered to pull a stocking over her head. She is hogtied on her belly with rope forcing her to arch her back, showing off her tantalizing tied tits. A dental gag holds her mouth open for some gag reflex training. Her body convulses as Mr. Pogo is repeatedly thrust deeper and deeper down her throat.
She is next placed in a metal chair to be interrogated. Metal stocks surround her neck and wrists harshly and thin cord stretches her pert nipples outward. Shocks are delivered through a metal speculum when she fails to answer his questions correctly.
PD vibrates 130 in this vulnerable state, the pleasure driving her mad. As she comes, she is transformed into a wild, undulating creature, shaking uncontrollably in her metal bonds. PD tortures her with a second orgasm, vibrating her simultaneously as punishment for not requesting permission.
Blindfolded, she wails at the touch of the electric prod. PD drags it mercilessly across her breasts, feet, and thighs. He takes the blindfold off so she can see where it’s going. Are you coming back to Insex again, ” he asks. And she answers quickly with a definitive “Yes!”
5.21 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 02:27:59
RealTimeBondage – 922 – Tough Girl 2 (10.13.22)
Within the first few moments of 922’s Live Feed, she claims to enjoy being a submissive. Yet it’s obvious that she’s a handful, saucy as hell. As she’s faced with breath restriction, strangulation, electricity, and one mother of a cane, her demeanor tips back and forth. Which side will win out?
She begins by putting herself into bondage, locking metal cuffs around her neck, ankles, and wrists so that she is in a hogtie. Her short skirt has hiked up, showing nice tight ass cheeks. He bags her head. Can it be that she is so quickly dampened? She begs for him to take it off. For that, she must wriggle across the floor and show off her pussy. The bag steams, collapsing onto her face. Her fresh pussy appears not yet interested, still retracted, a few thin strips of flesh.
The bag is removed and taped into her mouth. She undresses while still in handcuffs. Her wry smile returns. She wallows in displaying her opened ass to the camera. Her cunt is fleshy from this view, the inner lips creased, loose, as though recently fucked. As her elbows are tied together, her labia dangle toward the floor. With her elbows bound and her hands free, she displays her breasts and squeezes her nipples for her audience.
A spider gag has been tied in her mouth. She has been tied into another hogtie. A hoist hooks onto the center of the tie and suspends her. She moans and drools, her back in a deep arch. After pulling on her nipples, she is set down onto her knees. A strap tightens about her neck. The pulley is used to keep her on her knees. Her head angles to the side from the upward tension on her neck. A vibrator purrs against her pussy. The hoist is tightened violently. She gurgles as she’s throttled, her neck distended. After a couple repeats, he lies her on her stomach. She thanks him, only somewhat cowed.
Coat hanger wire is used, wiring her toes wired together. Her wrists are wired also. She is locked into a metal frame. It outlines her body, with metal rungs surrounding her neck, chest, and waist. Metal holds her thighs apart but the bottoms of her feet are held flat together. A metal dildo is locked inside of her. She is immobilized. She looks to be in some form of tantric metal nightmare. A single tail is used on her nipples and pussy. She cries out, but can’t move. When she’s vibrated again, she says it tickles, and she gets that saucy grin.
After being removed from this confinement, her arms are bound behind her back and she’s tied onto a chair. The Insex strangulation collar is strapped in place. Her cunt drools onto the chair seat. A hoist pulls on the collar, raising her off the chair a mere inch, no more than that. A hefty batch of tacks are spread beneath her cunt, thighs, and ass. She’s slowly strangling, looking green. She is lowered. He sits on her thighs, pressing her onto the tacks. When she’s lifted by the neck again, the tacks are imbedded in her flesh. The same is done to her feet. She screams. Smears of blood cover her feet.
She stands and smokes a cigarette, her arms still bound behind her. He makes her eat the ash. This is a rare moment, her face showing her strong dislike. Her submissiveness is sorely tested. She is strapped spread eagle onto a metal grid. Electrodes are attached to nipples and cunt. She is sprayed with water and shocked. She screams and curses. Then the questions start. The shocks come, capricious, devilish. She is made to ask to be shocked. Ah. Yes, 922 is tough. She likes to show she can take it. But to ask. It seems a new edge for her. By the end, she’s crying, her face having dropped one of its masks.
The caning begins. She is strapped bent over, her neck strapped down, her ass protruding. The first cane is thin, sending waves of pain through her body. She is soon in tears. Yet her ability to assimilate the waves of pain is marvelous to watch. A heavier cane is shown and she’s made to kiss it. He dubs it the 922, giving her repeated savage whacks. As she breathes through the mounting pain, her sounds become sexual, orgasmic. A truly heavy cane is displayed to her. Each hit contains not just slap, but also thud. She looks undone, her nose running. Yet at the end, her sauciness returns, though mingled with something more true, deeply genuine. Perhaps this is what she likes, to have her masks stripped off. Something real comes through.
2.01 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:57:05
RealTimeBondage – 922 – Tough Girl 1 (10.06.22)
Within the first few moments of 922’s Live Feed, she claims to enjoy being a submissive. Yet it’s obvious that she’s a handful, saucy as hell. As she’s faced with breath restriction, strangulation, electricity, and one mother of a cane, her demeanor tips back and forth. Which side will win out?
She begins by putting herself into bondage, locking metal cuffs around her neck, ankles, and wrists so that she is in a hogtie. Her short skirt has hiked up, showing nice tight ass cheeks. He bags her head. Can it be that she is so quickly dampened? She begs for him to take it off. For that, she must wriggle across the floor and show off her pussy. The bag steams, collapsing onto her face. Her fresh pussy appears not yet interested, still retracted, a few thin strips of flesh.
The bag is removed and taped into her mouth. She undresses while still in handcuffs. Her wry smile returns. She wallows in displaying her opened ass to the camera. Her cunt is fleshy from this view, the inner lips creased, loose, as though recently fucked. As her elbows are tied together, her labia dangle toward the floor. With her elbows bound and her hands free, she displays her breasts and squeezes her nipples for her audience.
A spider gag has been tied in her mouth. She has been tied into another hogtie. A hoist hooks onto the center of the tie and suspends her. She moans and drools, her back in a deep arch. After pulling on her nipples, she is set down onto her knees. A strap tightens about her neck. The pulley is used to keep her on her knees. Her head angles to the side from the upward tension on her neck. A vibrator purrs against her pussy. The hoist is tightened violently. She gurgles as she’s throttled, her neck distended. After a couple repeats, he lies her on her stomach. She thanks him, only somewhat cowed.
Coat hanger wire is used, wiring her toes wired together. Her wrists are wired also. She is locked into a metal frame. It outlines her body, with metal rungs surrounding her neck, chest, and waist. Metal holds her thighs apart but the bottoms of her feet are held flat together. A metal dildo is locked inside of her. She is immobilized. She looks to be in some form of tantric metal nightmare. A single tail is used on her nipples and pussy. She cries out, but can’t move. When she’s vibrated again, she says it tickles, and she gets that saucy grin.
After being removed from this confinement, her arms are bound behind her back and she’s tied onto a chair. The Insex strangulation collar is strapped in place. Her cunt drools onto the chair seat. A hoist pulls on the collar, raising her off the chair a mere inch, no more than that. A hefty batch of tacks are spread beneath her cunt, thighs, and ass. She’s slowly strangling, looking green. She is lowered. He sits on her thighs, pressing her onto the tacks. When she’s lifted by the neck again, the tacks are imbedded in her flesh. The same is done to her feet. She screams. Smears of blood cover her feet.
She stands and smokes a cigarette, her arms still bound behind her. He makes her eat the ash. This is a rare moment, her face showing her strong dislike. Her submissiveness is sorely tested. She is strapped spread eagle onto a metal grid. Electrodes are attached to nipples and cunt. She is sprayed with water and shocked. She screams and curses. Then the questions start. The shocks come, capricious, devilish. She is made to ask to be shocked. Ah. Yes, 922 is tough. She likes to show she can take it. But to ask. It seems a new edge for her. By the end, she’s crying, her face having dropped one of its masks.
The caning begins. She is strapped bent over, her neck strapped down, her ass protruding. The first cane is thin, sending waves of pain through her body. She is soon in tears. Yet her ability to assimilate the waves of pain is marvelous to watch. A heavier cane is shown and she’s made to kiss it. He dubs it the 922, giving her repeated savage whacks. As she breathes through the mounting pain, her sounds become sexual, orgasmic. A truly heavy cane is displayed to her. Each hit contains not just slap, but also thud. She looks undone, her nose running. Yet at the end, her sauciness returns, though mingled with something more true, deeply genuine. Perhaps this is what she likes, to have her masks stripped off. Something real comes through.
2.24 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 01:03:52
RealTimeBondage – 822 – Waxing (03.03.23)
Exclusive live feed footage of the high-strung 822 in full attitude. Whatever PD wants, she resists, fighting him to the end. Sulky and hot, she whimpers and whines but takes it all because, what can she do while wrapped in all that rope? Clothespins bite into her breasts and nipples. Her virgin ass takes a plug. Add to that a caning, hot wax, a single-tail, and breath play. Her toughest test of all is her apology at the end, though anger simmers in 822’s eyes. She’s one pissy bitch.
822 lies on the floor with black tape over her eyes, gagged, her arms bound behind her back, and feet tied to a metal ring in the floor. She’s wearing silver spiked platforms, lace thigh highs, and a tight dress pulled up to show her underwear. She’s made to sit up. A nose hook pulls her head backward. A dental gag forces her mouth open. The tape is pulled off her eyes and a mirror brought before her. Bratty to the core, she refuses to look at herself, taunting PD.
He binds her thighs to her shoulders and plunges a dildo in her mouth, then her cunt, inflating it. She’s forced to say, “I am a pig.” Off come her shoes. The hose are torn at her feet. Clamps on her nipples are attached to her toes, then each toe wrapped. Clothespins go on earlobes, toes, breasts and nipples.
Now standing, drool wets her chin. A crotch rope holds her up on her toes. Her neck is tied to her knees. It’s her first experience in ass play, and she gets a plug up that hole, strapped in place. Her breasts are wrapped and her nipples lubed. After the first tube is suctioned on a nipple, 822 becomes the bitch from hell. Her eyes burn with hatred. One leg is hoisted up. After throwing a tantrum, she’s gagged. Both of her nipples end up suctioned even after all the fuss.
She’s laid on the floor, one thigh tied to her shoulder, the other one pulled up into the air. Red wax streams over her inner thigh and nipple. The cane comes out, targeting her foot, calve, ass, backs of thighs, breasts, and nipples. A single-tail nips at her.
Tied to a chair, a plastic bag goes over her head. When her pussy is caned, she goes hysterical, gasping for air when the bag is loosened. A vibrator goes at her clit. The bag goes over her head again, but she is soon too hard to handle. So 822 is bent over a rail, her legs spread, and her wrists tied to her ankles. A flogging begins. Slowly, word by word, she’s made to apologize to everyone for her attitude. She sits quietly at the end, though it’s very clear she’s not at all sorry.
1.83 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:54:52
InfernalRestraints – Sabrina – No Limits Part 1 (INSEX – Remastered) (08.09.23)
Sabrina is an eager slut with a perfect ass who craves the rougher stuff. In fact, she craves it so much she contacted PD and begged him to work her over as only he knows how. No limits. Hard and brutal. Without mercy. She knows what she wants and since she asked ever so politely, the monster obliges.
Picking up the perky breasted newbie in town, PD subjects her to the first test after she climbs into the car–shackling and cuffing her own ankles and wrists. It’s always nice when the prey assists in its capture. Sabrina struggles a little to figure it out, but her willingness makes up for her ignorance. Such a cute little plaything. What sweet surrender to the darkness.
PD makes sure to feed his new pet and get her some clothes before dragging her off to his lair. Once inside, he gets her all comfy…by cuffing her to a metal bed-frame and leaving her to languish until she has no choice but to relieve herself all over the floor. Such poor house-training must be punished and PD mops up the mess with a rag before shoving it into her face and taping it down.
Sabrina’s bound body stretched tightly on the bed-frame makes for a twisted science experiment and PD amuses himself with shocking, single-tailing and vibrating her. Her makeup runs and she slowly dissolves into a sweaty puddle, her moans muffled by the soiled rag.
Shifting her to a bent over position that perfectly showcases that peach posterior, PD lays in with his trusty single-tail, and Sabrina’s pale flesh stripes red with raised welts. She can earn a break by sucking off the monster and she does her best to please. She does so well PD rewards her by shoving a plastic bag over her head and fingering her into screaming orgasms that leave her whimpering grateful “thank you” through her undone brains.
Sabrina’s bound and drained naked body is deposited on a bare mattress and the monster drifts off to sleep while clutching her tightly. No doubt he thinking what he will do with his new toy tomorrow. Sweet dreams you two.
1.12 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:32:19
InfernalRestraints – 112 – Livefeed (INSEX – Remastered) (03.24.23)
John never did get it. The sexual stuff, I mean. Like how I wanted him to tie me up. How I wanted to be helpless. I wanted him to use me, use my “holes”, all of them, for his gratification. Put anything you want inside of me, I said to him. Treat me dirty.
When we first got married, he tried a few things with me. But then he got disgusted, saying I was crazy. A pervert.
John has no idea what I’m doing this weekend. He’s gone for three days on a business trip. I’m on the train to New York.
I have my instructions.
A friend made the arrangements for me. She’d been a collared slave several years ago, so she had some contacts, some people she trusted.
I feel sick. My hands are shaking. I hit the bathroom for the third time since I left home. But I keep imagining my hands bound, my legs bound also, spread wide. I fantasize, hearing a voice in my mind telling me that I’m nothing but a toy, something kept for sexual amusement. I’m a prisoner. I’m to be kept as long as I satisfy. And he kneads my breasts, twisting my nipples. He plunges inside of me.
When I detrain at Penn Station, my legs are weak. I lean against a column in the main terminal.
After my friend made the initial contact, a questionnaire arrived in my e-mail. Imagine that! It asked all sorts of things. Things I’d never imagined in all my wildest dreams.
I’m a novice, I wrote in the ‘additional comments’ part of the questionnaire. I have no real experience. I’m a complete idiot.
I wander through Penn Station, following the exit signs. What the hell am I doing? I must be as sick as John said, because I’m putting myself in the hands of a total stranger. My instructions were clear about the fact that I would give over control of everything. All of me. Someone else would decide when I ate, slept, how much I could move, see, speak. And how, when, and where I would be allowed to go to the bathroom.
I feel myself drip between my legs.
Not only am I an idiot, I’m definitely a pervert.
All the way on the train, I got more and more wet in expectation. I felt my clit and labia swell, drooling. And I worried, because my instructions were clear about what I was to wear. A tight, thin top that shows my breasts and nipples, a short skirt, and sandals. No underwear. I worried that my skirt would be wet clear through in the back. And I smelled myself the whole time, pulling at my skirt, trying to make it cover better.
Out on the street I hail a cab. He drops me at the café specified in my instructions. I go inside and wait, checking my watch every few minutes. Some of the men stare at me. I think they must know what I’m doing. I think that everybody knows. It’s written all over me in big, red lettering. PERVERT. But the men smile at me hopefully when I meet their eyes. I see they’re watching my nipples, hard, stimulated by the tight top that I’m wearing. My thoughts are filled with the images of being whipped, slapped, spanked, hung upside down. I want my nipples pulled, pinched, pierced. I want to be penetrated, filled, fucked. I want him to take everything.
My cell phone rings. I jump, then grope in my purse.
“A car is waiting outside on the street. A black Camry with dark windows. Enter through the rear car door.”
He hangs up. Was that his voice, the one who’s going to finally do what I’ve always wanted? I tremble. I think I might get sick again, but it passes. And now I feel odd. I feel electric. I’m burning. My skirt is drenched. It’s sticking to the back of my thighs. My lips are numb, but my nipples hurt. They’re so clenched, so painfully wanting whatever he’s decides to do with me.
I’m on the street, looking. I don’t know a Camry from a Corvette. A car is double parked on 8th Avenue right in front of me. I can’t see into the car. I wait for a moment, but the car doesn’t move. So I walk forward and open the rear door. A woman is driving. Her face is turned away from me.
“Excuse me. . .”
“You were not instructed to speak,” she says.
I bite my lip. My knees go weak. I take the final step. No going back now. I sit in the car and shut the door. She drives.
“In the bag on the seat, you’ll find a gag, a hood, and handcuffs.” She’s wearing sunglasses. All I can see is the back of her head and the dark glasses in the rear view mirror. “You will put the gag in first. If it is not tight enough when he checks you over, you will be punished. After you have the gag in, the hood goes on. Then you will handcuff yourself with your hands behind your back.”
I feel a drip of sweat run between my breasts. I swallow.
“Am I not making myself clear?”
“No. . .I mean, yes.” My voice is too loud. I try to calm myself.
“Put in the gag now,” she says.
2.37 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 01:06:58
InfernalRestraints – Cowgirl & 822 – Cow Barn (INSEX – Remastered) (03.15.23)
My 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.
Ripe pussy. Oh yes. You got to ripen a cunt. You don’t pick a cunt from the vine till it’s bursting, till it’s just perfect, young and tender and wide-eyed, with silky breasts and smooth white ass and oh those cold, tight tits that are enough to make you piss your pants. You grab that piece of pussy when she’s not looking, and stuff her mouth, and tape a plastic bag over her head. Then you tie her arms and legs so tight that pussy can’t wiggle a toe or twitch a finger. You make her hurt with rope.
Then you got to improve the flavor. You got to hang that pussy in the barn a day or two, let the ropes do their work. You tie your new pussy spread-eagle wide and tight, then cane her ass and those bulbous pale drupes, those pussy boobs. You spank and slap. You soften that pussy up.
Yep. That first night when I was lying here in bed, I could hear them both a-sobbing and moaning. That brought the dogs nosing the barn door, whining and clawing the padlock, scaring them two girls enough to make them cream, was my guess. I left the two of them up in the hay mow, one tied down on her back to a corn crib, the other dangling above so’s she’d piss the face of that younger brat. Oh she was a fighter, that one. But I wrung it out of her.
Yesterday a cold wind was running down through the west field. I tossed that cunt in the bucket of my tractor and drove her out to the rocks. I chained her legs spread wide, and then screwed a brank into that sassy mouth. When the dogs found her, I bet they had a party sniffing and licking and nipping at her all night long. I like the thought of them dogs sticking their wet snouts in her fancy girl crotch and humping her any which way.
That works like a charm. After a night of that, any piece of ass will do exactly as I want. I had already made those two cunts suck each other’s pussy. I hung one upside down against the other. I made them suck right, till both their faces was creamy and sticky and smelled like cunt.
I moved them around in the dark tonight. Dangled the one head down from the blade of my backhoe. Transporting of pussy is easy if you got yourself a decent tractor.
Why do I do it? Cause its lots of fun. Besides, it gets me hard, so hard my dick cracks a cunt like I’m a butcher and splitting a side of beef right smack down the middle.
Lying in bed and thinking about what I’ve been doing to them makes me even harder. I reach down beside the bed and jerk on a chain. Her head pops up, the one that had such a sassy mouth before. I still got her wrists and ankles tied so that she’s no trouble. There’s nothing worse than a troublesome piece of pussy. But she knows what to do now. I throw the quilt off my rock hard cock. Ah. Nice, warm girl mouth on my big pecker, the flicking of her tongue over the stiff head, her lips sliding up and down. She’s got a good mouth, this one, wide and deep enough for everything I got.
She’s getting there. Another night chained out to that rock and by god, she’ll fall all over herself to do anything I want. I’ll stuff my whole cock in her mouth and tell her to work that mouth and tongue like a good cunt is supposed to work. I’ll make her sleep with my balls in her mouth. And when I’m eating, I’ll have her kneel under the table and hold my cock in her mouth just to keep it warm and hard.
Ahh. Girl mouth and the heavy, wet night. Distant thunder. And when I come, bright lights, whispers in the walls and floors. Good ripe pussy. Soft pussy. Uncut silage rustling in the fields, silage of dream. Wet girl mouth, slick tongue, damp cunt ready and waiting.
1.53 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:44:10
