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

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Jessica Kay – Kingdom of Ass & Pain (Director’s Cut) (02.25.24)


Six years ago, Jessica Kay delivered one of the most extreme and moving sessions in history. Today, we bring it back, with 50% more footage and an entire re-mastering of the scene. This session is level 11! The faint of heart should not proceed. The painal is harsh, the punishment is hard, the degradation is deep. But this session is also a re-imagining of the great Epic of Gilgamesh–a sincere spiritual journey of a pair of modern perverts. Here we have one of the true pinnacles of Assylum with one of the most amazing and beautiful sadomasochists we’ve ever had here.

5.63 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 01:35:43

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David Mack Video 2023 Volume 15


Genre: BDSM, Bondage, Hardtied Bondage, Fetish, Domination – M On F, MaleDom, Sex Toy Play, Big Tits
Starring: Nadia White

Adult star Nadia White gets back to her bondage roots as Mr. Mack ties her and gives her all the orgasms before flipping her over, frogied with a vibrator andan ass hook for a bondage orgasm blowjob finish.

Filesize: 1.38 GB   Duration: 01:03:34
Video: AVC (avc1), 1280×720, 30.000 FPS, 3000 kb/s
Audio: AAC LC, 44.1 kHz, 128 kb/s, 2 channels

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Arabella – treadmill


Arabella is one of our top HuCows! She is very reluctant to udder touching, but she is still learning. Arabella is almost always fitted with tight locking metal udder bands, because the farmer likes her to have constant forward pressure. This time, he even added little bells to the udder bands, and a large bell to her collar. It’s time for her treadmill training! We have to keep our HuCows in good shape. All these bells will make a nice sound when the treadmill is brought up to high speed running pace. Of course, Arabella is milked with the powerful goat milker during her run, doubling her nipples in size as her udders wildly swing around. We love treadmill sessions, how about you? Please comment below.

1000 MB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:09:11

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DeviceBondage – Sophia Locke, The Pope – Diabolical Devices (03.04.24)


Sophia Locke is back on Device Bondage, which started her journey with Kink. Today she is reunited with The Pope and begins her day in a predicament position with her feet exposed along with most of her other sensitive parts. The Pope unleashes his sadistic torment on her to do everything to push her limits. She is flogged and cropped before he administers a healthy dose of bastinado. Next her pussy is fucked along with a vibe to blow her mind with massive orgasms. In the next scene, Sophia is locked into a standing position with wooden stock on her ankle and her wrists. This is as helpless as it gets, and The Pope goes to work exploiting this position. First, she is groped and fondled before he breaks out a flogger and turns her flesh to a bright shade of red. Sophia instantly slides into her sub space as the pain becomes more and more intense. She is brought back to reality as the vibe rips orgasms form her wet pussy. Next, Sophia is bent over with her hands between her legs. The pain and torment are increased to the highest level that she can handle, and then finished off with her pussy getting fucked and vibed into nonstop orgasms.

3.50 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:48:58

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RealTimeBondage – Spacegirl – Electric Love (INSEX – Remastered) (17.09.22)


The plank of wood is snugly tied to my outstretched arms, I feel its weight on my shoulders and walk gingerly in the high spike heels. He pushes me to the floor, the pressure on my knees and shins is unbearable. At first I remain very still, holding out as long as I can, and then: he begins to command me to move, insulting me, even kicking me as I am tied helpless. As I feel the blush rise to my cheeks, I can feel the delicious heat run through my body as well. I am objectified now, I am a doll, a toy. And the games that will be played will be played in order to break me.

My experiences of pain have always been merely accidental, unsummoned, unrelated to my own will. As I realized that I was to be tied up and whipped I felt an immediate surge of adrenalin: not only fear, but a kind of curiosity. I wondered: would I be able to withstand it? Would my mind find a way to master my body, suppressing the inevitable panic? When the pain began, I was swept off with it, like a sudden wind or a wave, and all thought was banished from my mind- there was only the fierce and insistent pain. Then there was a voice in my ear, he was giving me a clue- what I had to learn in order to endure this- he told me to stop resisting it. By this point I was already half-tranced, my mind trying to creep back into an almost-sleep world; I tried not to recognize the breasts that were covered in vicious red welts, a few of them lightly breaking the skin. The thighs being whipped, the pussy exposed and red from the clamps, the whip, the cane…but this was my body. I learned not to resist the pain, but to suffer: and this suffering was beautiful because it brought me to a foreign place, an Other place. This was a place I had never visited in my normal painless existence. It was not that the whip ceased to hurt me, it was that the immediate pain was transformed into something permanent: with this pain I was alive, electric.

I had not thought, before my show, that I would enjoy the pain. In this I was correct. But now, months later, I find that it was that very element that I had not considered before that has remained with me. While I have used bondage and submission to create a world of pleasure, of potentials, of anticipations and denials; I had not realized that there were other places still unexplored, other places I had not been. When I watch the scene of the whipping, I can catch a glimpse of this place through my tear-stained face. I can hear it in my hard short breaths, through my wide open mouth. It is there, in my eyes- gazing out but not focused, seeing a world that only I can see.

2.05 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:58:14

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RealTimeBondage – Spacegirl – Evil Box 2 (INSEX – Remastered) (03.09.22)


The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a dream. Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my breasts, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my pussy. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the mala mansio.

In the box, this mind is a shell.
Where is my torrent of dream? Here is the silence that follows the thunder and blood?
I breathe in this space, four corners no light- four corners that bind me
and
I am strapped into this place.
I am held here like a moon in helpless orbit.

My voice echoes so strangely from these aggressive corners.
Every moment my panic threatens to overtake and drown me.
He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges through my naked body.
Some booming metal doom.
And now- the moving pictures? The glory I was drenched in?
My eyes are open but there is only darkness.

The warped dreams begin: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit.
They stomp over my fear; leave me restless, electric.
This girl in the box- slippery and throbbing: can it be?
I envy the moment of my recognition, some towering bliss.
Rusty walls tremble upon me. My fingers reek animal fear.
Hell is so small.

I lean over the precipice of some dangerous understanding. The red drums And roarings seem so far away; is someone there? A voice rings hysterical- A scream: my own?

This haze somehow soothing- the metallic womb. I float free from the Ropes and tangles, free from the traps of reason. Free of any will: but this I have chosen.

1.60 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:45:26

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The Farm 4 – FancySteel


Genre: BDSM, Bondage, Extreme, Fetish, Domination – M On F, MaleDom, Femdom – F on F, Humiliation, Chastity, Punishment, Outdoor
Starring: Stacey Shortiii, Celestial Fae aka Opal, Nikki, Kiki Isobel, Harley Cruze

Stacey Shortiii makes her debut in The Farm 4 – we follow Stacey’s arrival at the farm and her first successful escape, and eventual re-capture. There is severe punishment in store to prevent her from ever attempting escape again.

We pick up the story of Nikki as she arrives from Chastity Prison, sentenced to a life of hard labor on the farm, before she’s hand selected to become a human pony, as seen in The Pony, coming soon.

Lara Croft makes a return as she is paying off her debts – she is subjected to bizarre punishments that only the farm environment has to offer.

Harley Cruze makes her Farm debut, sentenced for petty crimes. She quickly learns that life on the farm is no walk in the park.

Opal is also back, having previously appeared in The Farm 3. This time around she is hand selected to become a play-toy to the Mistress, Devine Succubus.

Filesize: 1.90 GB  Duration: 00:49:53
Video: AVC (avc1), 1920×1080, 25.000 FPS, 5225 kb/s
Audio: AAC LC, 44.1 kHz, 210 kb/s, 2 channels

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RealTimeBondage – Spacegirl – Evil Box 1 (INSEX – Remastered) (02.23.22)


The memories stagger in upon me chaotically, as in a dream. Insects stinging, drawing blood. My hands, my breasts, trapped in unyielding metal. My movements secured with hooks buried deep inside my body: I am filled, I am owned. I walk like a marionette, with every step the hooks pull with cruelty inside my ass and my pussy. When I am released it is only to be stretched over a log and staked out in the grass; again I am left vulnerable, unable to protect myself from insects, biting my open body. My head secured in place with stakes and a gag. Shrieking as a worm is dangled over my face, crawling into my nose, squirming its slippery flesh over my tongue and my lips. And yet one memory towers above the rest of my torment; he called it the mala mansio.

In the box – this mind is a shell. Where is my torrent of dream? Here is the silence that follows the thunder and blood? 
I breathe in this space, four corners no light – four corners that bind me 
and 
I am strapped into this place. 
I am held here like a moon in helpless orbit.

My voice echoes so strangely from these aggressive corners. 
Every moment my panic threatens to overtake and drown me.

He has kicked the door shut: the echo surges through my naked body. 
Some booming metal doom. 
And now – the moving pictures? The glory I was drenched in? 
My eyes are open but there is only darkness.

The warped dreams begin: weird worlds for reflections to inhabit. 
They stomp over my fear; leave me restless, electric. 
This girl in the box- slippery and throbbing: can it be? 
I envy the moment of my recognition, some towering bliss. 
Rusty walls tremble upon me. My fingers reek animal fear. 
Hell is so small.

I lean over the precipice of some dangerous understanding. The red drums And roarings seem so far away; is someone there? A voice rings hysterical – A scream: my own?

This haze somehow soothing- the metallic womb. I float free from the Ropes and tangles, free from the traps of reason. Free of any will: but this I have chosen.

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