SM, BDSM, Restraints, Shibari, Humiliation, Solowork, Documentary, Submissive Woman
4.98 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 02:51:36
SM, BDSM, Restraints, Shibari, Humiliation, Solowork, Documentary, Submissive Woman
4.98 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 02:51:36
BDSM, SM, Restraints, Shibari, Hardcore, Humiliation, Enema, Anal, Solowork, Documentary, Deep Throating, Nose Hook
5.70 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 02:16:09
Charlotte is pulled up on her toes. The horrible spike board is slid under her. It’s not long before she is bawling her eyes out. Watching such a pretty woman cry is the highlight of the show.
She’s stripped and put into a strict hogtie. It’s time for some food. If you can call it food. The slop they put into her mouth looks disgusting. She must be hungry because she gobbles it up.
Finally Charlotte is mounted to an H frame. She’s so vulnerable with her legs spread. Her slip is put over her face and water is poured over. She’s having a good tone, but it’s so scary.
1.14 GB | 3840 x 2160 | mp4 | 00:33:25
BDSM, SM, Restraints, Shibari, Training, Hardcore, Humiliation, Enema, Nose Hook, Solowork, Scatology, Spanking
6.71 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 02:40:22
Ultimate Torture and Degradation
It is an old cutting board, but now it is a torture device to hold Chai into position so she can be caned. She has a hook in her asshole to help keep her in place and you know where that anal hook is going right it comes out of her ass.
To further her degradation, she has nose and mouth hooks in place and heavy shackles hold her down. This is not merely an incredibly painful position, but incredibly degrading and dehumanizing as well – she is naked and her feet are filthy.
This is the perfect position for a cunt like Chai, and you are going to love the noises she makes as she is being caned until her ass is striped.
Dirty Chai on the Cutting Board of Pain
2.89 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:21:33
BDSM, SM, Restraints, Shibari, Hardcore, Humiliation, Enema, Deep Throating, Nose Hook, Solowork, Anal, Documentary
5.92 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 02:21:01
He thinks of the Insex set as an autopsy room, where bodies are laid out, sliced, and cracked open. He thinks of the show as vivisection, as a method of discovery, every ounce of female flesh – a book. And her hair falling down about her throat, her painted lips and eyes, the endless fabric of young skin, her limbs, fingers, hair, cunt – a library. He studies her. He tests her endurance during the first hour with metal, the next hour with wrap after wrap of rope, and for the third hour, rubber. He weighs her down, ties her body into knots, encases her, then relents. After he is finished with the first torments, he begins. She is determined to survive the removal of layers, the loss of skin, the dissection of her outer layers. This is how he searches for that which he can not help but desire. Her. The gentle slope of her shoulders when her arms are bound back. Her eyes moist, like she’s a lake, an ocean, spilling out, overflowing, influenced not by him, or any man on earth. She is under the influence of the moon. Her cunt goes wet with wanting, the expectation of ropes. Her breasts are wrapped, those insatiable nippled fruits, prepped for their ordeal. They grow livid as the seconds pass, as the pressure grows, as the weight of her body hangs, and her purpled breasts are wrung dry. He is machination, hooks and pulleys, chain and rope. He is scalpels and tongs. He is forceps groping, grasping folds of flesh, mounded flesh – Her. He sucks her fluids, her scent of sex and want. He drinks her. His fingers dive inside of her, manipulate breasts. He splits her in two from her waist to her chin and begins a rapid excoriation of muscle and bone. He seals her in wax, preserving her labia and clitoris, that flower which he picks for his own pleasure. He lies her body, thrown open like a coat, upon a lotus floating dreamily above the devil’s fiery lake. Her. Skin. Lips. Breasts. Scented cunt. The minutes pass. Hours blossom and die. By the time that he is finished, smeared with her rapture, riveted, exhausted, he stands back. We can’t decide. Which one of the two of them has been most undone?
1.14 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 01:19:07
SM, BDSM, Restraints, Shibari, Training, Hardcore, Enema, Humiliation, Deep Throating, Solowork, Documentary
Cast: 永井みひな あずみひな / Nagai Mihina, Azumi Hina
Release Date: 2023-03-16
7.73 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 03:04:15
BDSM, Restraint, Hardcore, Humiliation, Enema, Shibari, Solowork, Documentary, Spanking, Nose Hook
6.28 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 02:33:18
Dressed in a conservative knee length skirt, matching top, and sensible high heels I awaited my fate, gagged and cuffed, while talking myself into the appropriate mood needed. Only at times was I aware of the movement around me instead I was attempting to control the drool that was forming around the tightly cinched rope wetting the mattress and smearing my freshly made up face. I was preparing mentally for the physical strength that was going to be demanded of me. The count down. I was overwhelmed by uncertainty and nervousness.
When the clock struck 10 I melted at PD’s initial touch. The first sensation of his hand was soft and gentle then in the matter of seconds I was gasping and choking! Struggling with the cut off air I managed to look directly into the lens of the camera reminding myself that people the world over were about to witness intense power exchange and I was the object of torture!
Cold scissor blades cutting off my carefully chosen outfit left me feeling helpless and craving to be violated.
The one leg semi suspension opened my pussy for the world to see. I could not shy away by attempting to shut my legs since the bondage was so strict. A weakness of mine is dealing with any sort of pain inflicted on or even near my vulva but I endured the whipping, surprising myself, but not without whimpering, of course.
I have a fantasy of being objectified and when PD said “Let’s get some detail on this cunt” I knew I was right where I yearned to be.
The bishop contraption was terrifying. impaled by an electrical monster it was all up to my balance or else a horrible shock would jolt through my body. It was much too intense for me… I became so parched from the loud screams I uncontrollably released I ended up begging PD for water which he just spit it in my face. How humiliating- *yum*. I could not take the suspense when he decided to control the shocks. He was taking me over the edge.
The foot torture device I was locked into was amazing. PD tied each toe individually… which is yet another one of my kinks. I have never experienced flames on my soles before and that scared me quite a bit. If I have never tried something I am hesitant to do it- only because I do not know what to expect. The caning on my underarms was another sensation I have never felt. It was very painful but I still proudly wear the marks. I had absolutely no control. I could not move my feet at all. I was completely vulnerable. I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One moment screaming as loud as my vocal cords allowed. The next weeping softly to myself. Then smiling from my heart. I left that night with actual cane marks on my soles which I never thought was possible considering how tough the skin is.
Tied to the chair. Gasping for my right to breathe. Feeling desperation as he controlled the tube of sweet oxygen. Having a line crossed by the gauze being shoved up my nostrils. Every one of these elements helped in my reaching orgasm… 3 in a row no less.
I left that night flying high as a kite. Unable to sleep, tossing and turning while dreaming of bastinado, Mr. Pogo, tied toes, and breath control. Wet dream after wet dream.
PD gave me an incredible gift. One that I will never forget.
*molly*
1.35 GB | 1920 x 1080 | mp4 | 00:38:30