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     822 Test
    52 minutes

    2011-05-25    		  822 Test - An evaluation, he said during the phone interview. An evaluation. he sits her in a chair. "you’ve done this before?" the chair is hard. Wood. She shifts. "a little. You know. With friends." she doesn’t understand the difference. She’s thinking of rope that remains loose, rope that forgives. And him fumbling with knots. She doesn’t know what she’s thinking. and she laughs a bit. the wrapping of rope. The creeping of a thing about the skin. The wrists behind. The arms, immobile. The passing of seconds. And she doesn’t quite notice everything that she’s losing, the intangible something, and how it drops away. her clothes. She still has her clothes, she thinks, as a barrier to his hands and his ropes and how he removes, removes. Because each rope leaves her less, and she sheds, laughing again, but higher, tense. the tightening of bonds about the thigh, so taut as to dig her heel into her skin, teaches her, and he ****** her legs, separating them as far as she can bear. Now he smiles, caresses with his eyes, his hands. this, she understands, but not the next. Not the gag, the tape. Not his control over her mouth, her eyes. Her cunt. And how his eyes brighten, seeing but not seeing. an evaluation. the shoes, she won’t miss. But the blouse, her underwear. And now there’s nothing but the ropes. Nothing. Nothing, because of that intangible something, and how it has gone. he caresses her labia with the cane. She struggles. he has moved her body as though she is nothing to him, nothing but her thighs, her openings. He turns her, slaps her, spanks her. He adds to the weight stretching her nipples downward. And the cane. He uses the cane to write a history of her upon her skin. she wants to laugh. It has always worked before. Maybe she does. Maybe she can’t remember. Maybe she screams. and now she is . And he laughs. Because her ass is in the air. The heels he makes her wear hurt her feet. These ropes do not forgive. He does not fumble with the knots. And he has taken everything, even that intangible something that she will never know again. so he fucks her with a dildo on a pole. It finishes her lesson. He spins her face toward his. She reads his eyes. an evaluation, he said on the phone. she is on the street now, walking. an evaluation. don’t worry, he said before she left. Because she had lingered, because afterward, she had touched the ropes piled on the floor. he led her to the door. "don’t worry," he promised her. "it was just the evaluation. You’ll be back."  Water
    21 minutes

    2011-02-10    		  Water - Maybe mama was right. there's something not quite right with that ****. If she said it once, she said it a thousand times. Cause of all the boys come around looking for me. and then the beatings from *****. The whippings, and him calling me a whore. He come home early one night, mean *****, and caught me with that boy from downstate. We fucked for an hour in the backseat of *****'s car. that was then, before I run away. but now I got a longing for rope, wire, ligature. Fix. I love the dread, the high afterward. The silent ache. "it would be so easy for me to kill you," he said when he had me tied so tight and helpless and in the air above the water. i thrilled, scared, crazy with want. My nipples tingled. My breasts burned from the ropes, how he wrapped them so the nipples stuck out. I got good breasts. Round, soft, and my nipples are dark and go hard at nothing more than a look from him. i went sloppy wet when he said that about killing me. I smelled my own cunt, fevered, open, waiting. maybe this time he'll slip, I think. He'll make a mistake. He'll tighten the wire just a little too tight. He'll leave me under too long. I stare at his pants. He's hard. His prick wants me. I want his prick. I want it in my mouth, fucking my throat, *******, gagging. fix, baby. i want him to spray himself all over my face. Yeah. That's what I want. but first he's going to have his fun. He milks me. He gets off on that, suction cups on my nipples, my breasts. He wants my tits to **** to the floor, he says. He's a fucking freak. And this is how he makes love to me. "you're useful," he says, tasting the fluid he siphoned from my nipples. "like a cow is useful." he pats my rump. "my own little cow." but now he's lowering my body into water, warm, enclosing. He's ******** me, smothering. He grabs my nipples. He buries his hand in my cunt. something's wrong with that ****, mama said back then. i moan. "squeal like a piggy." he slips a metal hook in my ass. "squeal for *****." i squirm. "i **** little piggies from the ass." water. Rising up my sides. "but first, bad little piggies have to ," he says. And there's something in his voice this time, even though he's me before. A tremor in his voice, a little something extra. My body drops lower into the water. He fucks my cunt and ass with his hands harder than ever before, banging my head against the side of the tub. I'm fire. I'm flame. Something not real, something weightless, empty, undone. he grabs my neck and pushes me under, ******* me. i struggle. I squeal like a piggy. But it's all just bubbles. Round silver dollars, like balloons rising through the water. And gazing upward, I watch him jerk off, watch it squirt then dribble and dissolve. i lie in silence. Time slows. no more bubbles now. And i'm so cold. The water has gone dark.
     1016
    50 minutes

    2011-02-05    		  1016 - 1016's livefeed starts out in a shiny metal cage. All dressed up in her office outfit, she is made to expose herself for the audience. Pretty soon the clothing is torn away from her voluptuous body. this feed features endurance, hair gag, tape, tickling, cloth pins, feet , caning, extreme positions, face , pony play, , ****** exercise, spanking, flogging, tit and of course some insex style ****** orgasm. the video quality of this feed leaves to be desired, but the content more then makes up for that.  Yxs Test
    53 minutes

    2011-02-05    		  Yxs Test - When my flight landed today, my stomach was very unsettled. Unsettled because I don t like flying, yes; however, the butterflies I had due to my anxiousness worsened my state. I had no idea what to expect. Well, the experiences of the day went beyond my wildest imagination. I could never have been completely prepared for my first "official" day as an insex slave. not long after we had arrived at the studio, pd told me to take off my pants and underwear. I am usually quite the exhibitionist, so I was very happy to obey. Next, he told me to climb up onto a big wooden box, on my knees with my head on the box at one end and my bottom sticking up in the air at the opposite end. When pd went to lubricate my pussy, he stopped because I was already wet. I was wet with the anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen to me. He said, "you get wet so quickly." at first, I was slightly embarrassed by this comment. Did the fact that I was that excitable make me dirty, or a slut? No, I thought, I live for this stuff. I consider myself a lifestyle submissive. Anyway, next I felt a very cold, hard object impaling me, being thrust up into the depths of my pussy. Ok, I was thinking, a dildo to walk around in, this is a nice idea. Unfortunately, I had not yet realized the main point to this "device". I noticed the "device" had an electrical cord attached to the end of it! I was about to be introduced to the world of electrical - something I had never experienced previously in my bdsm playtimes. Pd attached a harness to keep the device in and told me to put my shorts back on. He then placed a small black box in my pocket and plugged into it the end of the cord. After studying the predicament I was in, I looked up to see pd standing there with a little remote control pointed at me. Immediately, I felt an electrical pulse, which began deep inside me. The electricity traveled down the insides of my thighs to the bottom of my legs, which made them give out on me a little. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, or had ever imagined. It was like I lost control of my body for a short portion of time. Even worse, after the pulse had made its way through my body, it left a cruel zinging or buzzing feeling on the insides of my legs. I looked at him, and I then realized fully pd's plans. He was going to take me out in public like this. as we walked to the subway station, I realized how uncomfortable it was to walk with such a large device inserted deep inside. I did not want to attract attention and further humiliate myself, so I tried to walk as normally as possible. Sitting down on the subway presented another problem. Every time I tried to sit, the intruding device was lodged further up inside of me. The first stop for us was a fetish stop downtown. I love these places - the only way to describe me in a fetish shop is like a kid in a candy store. Pd took me around the store, trying on different rubber masks and various other things. I love rubber - the smell of it, the look of it, and the feel of being encased inside of it. After making our purchases and before we left, pd showed off our little secret to the employee at the store. How ***********. The electrical pulse again took over my body right there in the middle of new york, while this man was watching. After leaving, we had a few other stops to make downtown. All during this time, I was trying to deal with quite a few dilemmas. I noticed that the harness was partially visible over the waistband of my shorts. When I tried to pull my shorts up over the harness, I only succeeded in shoving that darn thing further up inside my pussy. Also, I was starting to feel the need to pee‹every step I took caused the device to rub up against that entire area with my bladder, constantly increasing the urge. Finally, we were finished with our errands and ready to go back to the studio. when we arrived, right away I mentioned to pd was that I had to pee. He set up a little silver pail for me on top of that big wooden box that I was kneeling on before. He then, thankfully, pulled off my pants and freed me from the harness and inserted piece and told me to climb up on the box, squat over the pail, and pee. Easy, I thought to myself. I was so very wrong! I never realized that I could have such a problem relieving myself even if I had to go so badly. Resigning myself to the fact that I must have some mental block about peeing with an audience, I looked at pd, shrugged my shoulders, and (expecting to be sent off to the toilet) said, "i can't." "well you don't get to pee at all then," said pd. This made me pretty unhappy, but I went with it, because what else could I do? there was still some time before I was going to do the scheduled live chat, so pd put me to work. He spread out some newspaper for me, took out new boxes we bought at one of the stores, and taught me how to stain wood. I squatted down on the floor (still without my pants or underwear on) and got to work. This was about the last thing I expected to be doing today. But all I want to do is to please others and be good, so I gave it all I had. When I finished, I was delighted that I had learned something new, helped out pd, and done what I was told. I figured I was going to get a nice little rest by sitting and chatting with insex members. I was really looking forward to meeting them and talking to them, since they were going to be my future tormenters - my live feed being scheduled for the next day at midnight. the live chat was yet another surprise for me. Pd sat me in a chair, bound me to it with leather straps so that I couldn't move an inch, and put that hated electrical device back inside of me. I realized that insex was going to take control of me sooner than I had thought. The "chat" ended up being an interrogation of sorts. Insex members would ask me questions, and if they didn't like my answers, they would tell pd to give me a shock. At first the shocks were few and far between. However, as the chat went on, the guys got more and more ****** - insisting on two, three, even six shocks in a row! I couldn't stifle my screams. By the time the two hours of had ended, I was at the point of crying, and I was dripping wet, believe it or not. At least the was over - for now. pd was merciful, and saw how exhausted I was after the live chat. He put me in wrist and ankle shackles and told me that I was going to be able to rest. First, however, he went over to the shelf and brought something back. I realized in horror that he was going to put a diaper on me. "for babies who can't pee when they're told," he said. I knew I was blushing fiercely as pd wrapped the diaper around me and fastened it around my waist. I had never been so. But wait - why was my pussy getting wet all over again? The realization that this was having such an affect on me made me even more ashamed. At least I could rest now. i **** up roughly two hours later, disoriented. Then I remembered where I was when I felt the shackles and that shameful diaper. Pd told me we were going to dinner. He wanted to place me in bondage underneath my clothes during our outing. This idea was very intriguing to me - what a wonderful way to feel restrained and ********** while walking around in public! He took two long pieces of rope and wrapped them around my body like a harness, japanese style - with all those fancy diamond shapes and knots. He did all of this over the diaper I was wearing. I was told that I couldn't take it off until I peed in it like I was supposed to. The worst part about this was that I did indeed have to pee, but for some reason my body wasn't obeying. When pd finished applying my bondage, he told me I had 5 minutes to get ready. I fixed up my hair a little and put a slinky, black, short dress on. It was going to be interesting walking around in public, because the rope knots were quite visible underneath the dress, which was very tight. Also, I had to keep my dress pulled down in back, because I was paranoid that the diaper was visible. Why couldn't I just pee and get it over with?!?! during dinner, I was actually pretty excited about my dirty little secret, which was just under my dress. The only problem was the uncomfortable need to relieve myself. I figured I would hold it until after dinner and then give it another try. My body must have had a plan of rebellion against me that day - as soon as we sat down I felt that I was going to pee whether I wanted to or not. The feeling would come and go, and it was quite torturous in itself. Pd noticed my strained expression and realized what was happening. "just let it go," he said. He would not let me go to the ladies room. Inevitably, half way through the meal, it started to happen. I was peeing little by little inside the diaper, and it was being soaked up - initially. To my horror, some of the pee dripped down the inside of my leg. I wanted to cry "how ***********" in the middle of this nice restaurant. Could anyone tell what was happening? I was determined not to let any more go. I succeeded, but when the meal was done, I could barely walk (why did I ***** so much water????) I miraculously made it to the car and back up to the studio with only one more incident of peeing on myself in the parking lot. as soon as we got up there, pd put me on the floor on my stomach. "ah, the hogtie," I thought. This is my absolute favorite position to be bound in. Unfortunately, I was not able to enjoy it because of my horrible discomfort. I waited until he finished tying the rope, and he said, "pee whenever you want now." having lost all modesty, I peed right there on the studio floor while hogtied and on my stomach, creating a puddle all around myself and saturating my pretty dress with urine (the diaper was long finished absorbing anything). I was so relieved when it was over I just lay there in a puddle of my own pee, without caring. Of course, I didn't get to lie there long, because pd had me up, out of my dress, diaper, and ropes, and cleaning my mess with a sponge. As I was finishing up, I thought I heard him say something to himself about putting me in more bondage that night. pd led me over to these two wooden boards held up by metal poles on either end. I thought to myself that this setup resembled the stocks-and-pillory. I was right - he put my head and wrists in the top board, and I was told to sit on the lower board. Next, he put a wooden box around my head. This box scared me - it was not easy to breathe inside of it, and the stuffiness inside created by my own breathing made my head hot. I decided to just keep my breathing nice and steady and slow, and I would be fine. This proved more difficult to do than I had thought. Four leather straps were added, binding my legs spread wide open on the lower board that I was sitting on. Pd then made my situation very painful by applying very severe suction cups to each of my breasts. I love to have my breasts ******** - this was very severe and painful. In the middle of all this, I felt the entire setup, with me on it, being moved - pd must have decided he wanted to move to the other side of the studio. This was the ultimate dehumanization - being moved around like a piece of furniture. I was being treated like a piece of meat. This instantly turned me on - how embarrassing, once again. Consequently. I was dripping wet even before he began to rub my "special little button." I was so excited that I could not hold back the orgasm - and I had forgotten to ask permission for it. Big mistake. After hearing my cries of ecstasy, pd asked me, "did you cum?" I realized my error and began shaking. I told him the truth - I certainly do not want to lie after I had promised to never lie again during my interrogation earlier. Immediately he began all sorts of torturers - some of which I cannot even name because I was so upset and could not see what was going on. I was screaming and crying as he applied corporal punishment, more tit , he tickled me, and he threatened to leave me in that bondage, with my head in the box for the night. That idea made me almost lose it, and I was crying more hysterically than ever before.
     Yxs Pump
    50 minutes

    2011-02-05    		  Yxs Pump - Yx, looking just like an innocent ****** ****, stands immobilized by rope tied tight around her neck on the stage. a sexy white midriff top and short plaid skirt gives this scene a little bit of an edge. Her ****** **** look and wild eyes give away her feelings of fear at the beginning of her live feed. while bound she unties her white midriff blouse revealing her perky young titties. Next her skirt comes off and then her white panties fall to her cuffed ankles. A good tittie smacking begins this ***** grueling time with sir barry and pd. Her pussy is checked to make sure she is dry, but her wet juices cover pd's fingers so he smears it all over her face. nipple clamps with weights and labia clamps attached to a spreader bar expose her hot pussy. Pd uses her cream as a lubricant as the rubber pump goes deep into her ass. moaning with pleasure, yx takes it like a good ****. blindfolded with black tape, yx screams as burning candle wax is trickled all over her body. More and more hot wax is poured focusing on her pussy and clit. Sir barry smears it into her and then adds some knife play to make this scene more interesting. When the wax dries the knife is used to heighten her horror. her limits are pushed. the black pump dildo fucks her pussy and she is quite stuffed and full. More air is pumped into her ass making her quite uncomfortable. she lays there helpless while the two master minds make there devious plans in the background. They decide to decorate her body and streamline her naked skin with tight clothes pins attached to string. The unforgiving pins bite into her and then are pulled merciless from her body. The shrieks of pain come from deep in her vocal cords and are so annoying. sir barry gets a little rough with an intense flogging and caning and her dripping pussy and clit are the main attraction for his devious play. Her slut ass gets worked over good, concentrating on her ass cheeks, making them warm like hot buns from the oven! She wails even louder as ten more cane strokes are administered to round cheeks and slender thighs. She is pushed towards her limits. her tits are pricked with thin sharp needles making a circle around each tit. Her pussy is prodded and poked. She endures it all with loud screams. All her hard work is rewarded with an orgasm after her sobbing ordeal.  Shonta
    55 minutes

    2011-02-05    		  Shonta - I notice it is dark outside and the moon casts an eerie glow on the night. The sky changes quickly. Thunder rumbles in the distance, bringing a heavy downpour for the morning. I have plenty to keep me busy till the rain stops outside. i watch her twist and turn on the floor where I shackled her to the toilet with heavy chains. My cock is throbbing and rock hard watching her struggling in distress. She manages to get herself in a sitting position unable to speak cause of the tape on her mouth. She tries desperately to release herself from the chains. It looks like she has to take a dump. Oh man this is great! i watch her frantically trying to pull down her pants down and I laugh to myself, she would probably rip the toilet from the floor if she could. Enough of this ****! She's taking way too long! I drag her into the next room and rip off her jeans and top. She can't fight me like this. Her tits look full and round. I grab them and slap them and throw the cunt on to the old mattress. I am almost cumming in my pants. I want to fuck this bitch good and hard, but I think i'll wait. i hog tie her so the rope is really tight and rubbing against her pussy hole. Oh wow man, her fuck holes smell so sweet. I can't wait to pound my dick in to her. I tell her that if she doesn't get up off the that mattress i'm going to beat her ass. I hope I scare her cause that's what I like, a scared bitch in heat. i know he is watching me, I can feel it. I can feel his devil eyes piercing right through me. But maybe I can escape. I don't care that i'm naked. I can't worry about that right now. I have to get away! I can't walk I because he tied my legs together. Hopping quickly I make it outside while my heart beats out of my chest. the ground is soaking wet from the rain the night before. I lose my balance and fall on my knees. Oh **** no! He"s outside. did he follow me? The bastard's watching everything I do. He is obsessed! He orders me to get up and I can't. i must have blacked out cause the next thing I remember is that someone else is held hostage with me. Our pussies are fondled and ****** by a stick from the woods. Our and asses slapped and he tortures our tits . We are tied together like his possessions. We are his human toys. This guy is such a sick fucker. he throws me back on the mattress and spreads my legs and arms tying my already sore nipples. I can feel my cunt being opened up wide with some metal clamps. He tells me he has a surprise for me. I can't move on that mattress and the fear rises up inside me. Something is crawling on my belly, down to my pussy. I want to scream! I feel it on my chest and then back down to my pussy stopping there. I hope it doesn't bite me. I pray it doesn't bite me. I can see that this guy is really getting off on this. To my horror he takes a vibrator and methodically rubs my clit. He watches intensely, as I try not to cum. I have to go outside with him in the woods. I struggle for my sanity for what's to happen next. He ties me tight, he makes me do things that I don't want to but I have to obey him. It might be my only way out of his hell.

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     822 Test
    52 minutes    		  822 Test - An evaluation, he said during the phone interview. An evaluation. he sits her in a chair. "you’ve done this before?" the chair is hard. Wood. She shifts. "a little. You know. With friends." she doesn’t understand the difference. She’s thinking of rope that remains loose, rope that forgives. And him fumbling with knots. She doesn’t know what she’s thinking. and she laughs a bit. the wrapping of rope. The creeping of a thing about the skin. The wrists behind. The arms, immobile. The passing of seconds. And she doesn’t quite notice everything that she’s losing, the intangible something, and how it drops away. her clothes. She still has her clothes, she thinks, as a barrier to his hands and his ropes and how he removes, removes. Because each rope leaves her less, and she sheds, laughing again, but higher, tense. the tightening of bonds about the thigh, so taut as to dig her heel into her skin, teaches her, and he ****** her legs, separating them as far as she can bear. Now he smiles, caresses with his eyes, his hands. this, she understands, but not the next. Not the gag, the tape. Not his control over her mouth, her eyes. Her cunt. And how his eyes brighten, seeing but not seeing. an evaluation. the shoes, she won’t miss. But the blouse, her underwear. And now there’s nothing but the ropes. Nothing. Nothing, because of that intangible something, and how it has gone. he caresses her labia with the cane. She struggles. he has moved her body as though she is nothing to him, nothing but her thighs, her openings. He turns her, slaps her, spanks her. He adds to the weight stretching her nipples downward. And the cane. He uses the cane to write a history of her upon her skin. she wants to laugh. It has always worked before. Maybe she does. Maybe she can’t remember. Maybe she screams. and now she is . And he laughs. Because her ass is in the air. The heels he makes her wear hurt her feet. These ropes do not forgive. He does not fumble with the knots. And he has taken everything, even that intangible something that she will never know again. so he fucks her with a dildo on a pole. It finishes her lesson. He spins her face toward his. She reads his eyes. an evaluation, he said on the phone. she is on the street now, walking. an evaluation. don’t worry, he said before she left. Because she had lingered, because afterward, she had touched the ropes piled on the floor. he led her to the door. "don’t worry," he promised her. "it was just the evaluation. You’ll be back."  Yxs Test
    53 minutes    		  Yxs Test - When my flight landed today, my stomach was very unsettled. Unsettled because I don t like flying, yes; however, the butterflies I had due to my anxiousness worsened my state. I had no idea what to expect. Well, the experiences of the day went beyond my wildest imagination. I could never have been completely prepared for my first "official" day as an insex slave. not long after we had arrived at the studio, pd told me to take off my pants and underwear. I am usually quite the exhibitionist, so I was very happy to obey. Next, he told me to climb up onto a big wooden box, on my knees with my head on the box at one end and my bottom sticking up in the air at the opposite end. When pd went to lubricate my pussy, he stopped because I was already wet. I was wet with the anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen to me. He said, "you get wet so quickly." at first, I was slightly embarrassed by this comment. Did the fact that I was that excitable make me dirty, or a slut? No, I thought, I live for this stuff. I consider myself a lifestyle submissive. Anyway, next I felt a very cold, hard object impaling me, being thrust up into the depths of my pussy. Ok, I was thinking, a dildo to walk around in, this is a nice idea. Unfortunately, I had not yet realized the main point to this "device". I noticed the "device" had an electrical cord attached to the end of it! I was about to be introduced to the world of electrical - something I had never experienced previously in my bdsm playtimes. Pd attached a harness to keep the device in and told me to put my shorts back on. He then placed a small black box in my pocket and plugged into it the end of the cord. After studying the predicament I was in, I looked up to see pd standing there with a little remote control pointed at me. Immediately, I felt an electrical pulse, which began deep inside me. The electricity traveled down the insides of my thighs to the bottom of my legs, which made them give out on me a little. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, or had ever imagined. It was like I lost control of my body for a short portion of time. Even worse, after the pulse had made its way through my body, it left a cruel zinging or buzzing feeling on the insides of my legs. I looked at him, and I then realized fully pd's plans. He was going to take me out in public like this. as we walked to the subway station, I realized how uncomfortable it was to walk with such a large device inserted deep inside. I did not want to attract attention and further humiliate myself, so I tried to walk as normally as possible. Sitting down on the subway presented another problem. Every time I tried to sit, the intruding device was lodged further up inside of me. The first stop for us was a fetish stop downtown. I love these places - the only way to describe me in a fetish shop is like a kid in a candy store. Pd took me around the store, trying on different rubber masks and various other things. I love rubber - the smell of it, the look of it, and the feel of being encased inside of it. After making our purchases and before we left, pd showed off our little secret to the employee at the store. How ***********. The electrical pulse again took over my body right there in the middle of new york, while this man was watching. After leaving, we had a few other stops to make downtown. All during this time, I was trying to deal with quite a few dilemmas. I noticed that the harness was partially visible over the waistband of my shorts. When I tried to pull my shorts up over the harness, I only succeeded in shoving that darn thing further up inside my pussy. Also, I was starting to feel the need to pee‹every step I took caused the device to rub up against that entire area with my bladder, constantly increasing the urge. Finally, we were finished with our errands and ready to go back to the studio. when we arrived, right away I mentioned to pd was that I had to pee. He set up a little silver pail for me on top of that big wooden box that I was kneeling on before. He then, thankfully, pulled off my pants and freed me from the harness and inserted piece and told me to climb up on the box, squat over the pail, and pee. Easy, I thought to myself. I was so very wrong! I never realized that I could have such a problem relieving myself even if I had to go so badly. Resigning myself to the fact that I must have some mental block about peeing with an audience, I looked at pd, shrugged my shoulders, and (expecting to be sent off to the toilet) said, "i can't." "well you don't get to pee at all then," said pd. This made me pretty unhappy, but I went with it, because what else could I do? there was still some time before I was going to do the scheduled live chat, so pd put me to work. He spread out some newspaper for me, took out new boxes we bought at one of the stores, and taught me how to stain wood. I squatted down on the floor (still without my pants or underwear on) and got to work. This was about the last thing I expected to be doing today. But all I want to do is to please others and be good, so I gave it all I had. When I finished, I was delighted that I had learned something new, helped out pd, and done what I was told. I figured I was going to get a nice little rest by sitting and chatting with insex members. I was really looking forward to meeting them and talking to them, since they were going to be my future tormenters - my live feed being scheduled for the next day at midnight. the live chat was yet another surprise for me. Pd sat me in a chair, bound me to it with leather straps so that I couldn't move an inch, and put that hated electrical device back inside of me. I realized that insex was going to take control of me sooner than I had thought. The "chat" ended up being an interrogation of sorts. Insex members would ask me questions, and if they didn't like my answers, they would tell pd to give me a shock. At first the shocks were few and far between. However, as the chat went on, the guys got more and more ****** - insisting on two, three, even six shocks in a row! I couldn't stifle my screams. By the time the two hours of had ended, I was at the point of crying, and I was dripping wet, believe it or not. At least the was over - for now. pd was merciful, and saw how exhausted I was after the live chat. He put me in wrist and ankle shackles and told me that I was going to be able to rest. First, however, he went over to the shelf and brought something back. I realized in horror that he was going to put a diaper on me. "for babies who can't pee when they're told," he said. I knew I was blushing fiercely as pd wrapped the diaper around me and fastened it around my waist. I had never been so. But wait - why was my pussy getting wet all over again? The realization that this was having such an affect on me made me even more ashamed. At least I could rest now. i **** up roughly two hours later, disoriented. Then I remembered where I was when I felt the shackles and that shameful diaper. Pd told me we were going to dinner. He wanted to place me in bondage underneath my clothes during our outing. This idea was very intriguing to me - what a wonderful way to feel restrained and ********** while walking around in public! He took two long pieces of rope and wrapped them around my body like a harness, japanese style - with all those fancy diamond shapes and knots. He did all of this over the diaper I was wearing. I was told that I couldn't take it off until I peed in it like I was supposed to. The worst part about this was that I did indeed have to pee, but for some reason my body wasn't obeying. When pd finished applying my bondage, he told me I had 5 minutes to get ready. I fixed up my hair a little and put a slinky, black, short dress on. It was going to be interesting walking around in public, because the rope knots were quite visible underneath the dress, which was very tight. Also, I had to keep my dress pulled down in back, because I was paranoid that the diaper was visible. Why couldn't I just pee and get it over with?!?! during dinner, I was actually pretty excited about my dirty little secret, which was just under my dress. The only problem was the uncomfortable need to relieve myself. I figured I would hold it until after dinner and then give it another try. My body must have had a plan of rebellion against me that day - as soon as we sat down I felt that I was going to pee whether I wanted to or not. The feeling would come and go, and it was quite torturous in itself. Pd noticed my strained expression and realized what was happening. "just let it go," he said. He would not let me go to the ladies room. Inevitably, half way through the meal, it started to happen. I was peeing little by little inside the diaper, and it was being soaked up - initially. To my horror, some of the pee dripped down the inside of my leg. I wanted to cry "how ***********" in the middle of this nice restaurant. Could anyone tell what was happening? I was determined not to let any more go. I succeeded, but when the meal was done, I could barely walk (why did I ***** so much water????) I miraculously made it to the car and back up to the studio with only one more incident of peeing on myself in the parking lot. as soon as we got up there, pd put me on the floor on my stomach. "ah, the hogtie," I thought. This is my absolute favorite position to be bound in. Unfortunately, I was not able to enjoy it because of my horrible discomfort. I waited until he finished tying the rope, and he said, "pee whenever you want now." having lost all modesty, I peed right there on the studio floor while hogtied and on my stomach, creating a puddle all around myself and saturating my pretty dress with urine (the diaper was long finished absorbing anything). I was so relieved when it was over I just lay there in a puddle of my own pee, without caring. Of course, I didn't get to lie there long, because pd had me up, out of my dress, diaper, and ropes, and cleaning my mess with a sponge. As I was finishing up, I thought I heard him say something to himself about putting me in more bondage that night. pd led me over to these two wooden boards held up by metal poles on either end. I thought to myself that this setup resembled the stocks-and-pillory. I was right - he put my head and wrists in the top board, and I was told to sit on the lower board. Next, he put a wooden box around my head. This box scared me - it was not easy to breathe inside of it, and the stuffiness inside created by my own breathing made my head hot. I decided to just keep my breathing nice and steady and slow, and I would be fine. This proved more difficult to do than I had thought. Four leather straps were added, binding my legs spread wide open on the lower board that I was sitting on. Pd then made my situation very painful by applying very severe suction cups to each of my breasts. I love to have my breasts ******** - this was very severe and painful. In the middle of all this, I felt the entire setup, with me on it, being moved - pd must have decided he wanted to move to the other side of the studio. This was the ultimate dehumanization - being moved around like a piece of furniture. I was being treated like a piece of meat. This instantly turned me on - how embarrassing, once again. Consequently. I was dripping wet even before he began to rub my "special little button." I was so excited that I could not hold back the orgasm - and I had forgotten to ask permission for it. Big mistake. After hearing my cries of ecstasy, pd asked me, "did you cum?" I realized my error and began shaking. I told him the truth - I certainly do not want to lie after I had promised to never lie again during my interrogation earlier. Immediately he began all sorts of torturers - some of which I cannot even name because I was so upset and could not see what was going on. I was screaming and crying as he applied corporal punishment, more tit , he tickled me, and he threatened to leave me in that bondage, with my head in the box for the night. That idea made me almost lose it, and I was crying more hysterically than ever before.
     Water
    21 minutes    		  Water - Maybe mama was right. there's something not quite right with that ****. If she said it once, she said it a thousand times. Cause of all the boys come around looking for me. and then the beatings from *****. The whippings, and him calling me a whore. He come home early one night, mean *****, and caught me with that boy from downstate. We fucked for an hour in the backseat of *****'s car. that was then, before I run away. but now I got a longing for rope, wire, ligature. Fix. I love the dread, the high afterward. The silent ache. "it would be so easy for me to kill you," he said when he had me tied so tight and helpless and in the air above the water. i thrilled, scared, crazy with want. My nipples tingled. My breasts burned from the ropes, how he wrapped them so the nipples stuck out. I got good breasts. Round, soft, and my nipples are dark and go hard at nothing more than a look from him. i went sloppy wet when he said that about killing me. I smelled my own cunt, fevered, open, waiting. maybe this time he'll slip, I think. He'll make a mistake. He'll tighten the wire just a little too tight. He'll leave me under too long. I stare at his pants. He's hard. His prick wants me. I want his prick. I want it in my mouth, fucking my throat, *******, gagging. fix, baby. i want him to spray himself all over my face. Yeah. That's what I want. but first he's going to have his fun. He milks me. He gets off on that, suction cups on my nipples, my breasts. He wants my tits to **** to the floor, he says. He's a fucking freak. And this is how he makes love to me. "you're useful," he says, tasting the fluid he siphoned from my nipples. "like a cow is useful." he pats my rump. "my own little cow." but now he's lowering my body into water, warm, enclosing. He's ******** me, smothering. He grabs my nipples. He buries his hand in my cunt. something's wrong with that ****, mama said back then. i moan. "squeal like a piggy." he slips a metal hook in my ass. "squeal for *****." i squirm. "i **** little piggies from the ass." water. Rising up my sides. "but first, bad little piggies have to ," he says. And there's something in his voice this time, even though he's me before. A tremor in his voice, a little something extra. My body drops lower into the water. He fucks my cunt and ass with his hands harder than ever before, banging my head against the side of the tub. I'm fire. I'm flame. Something not real, something weightless, empty, undone. he grabs my neck and pushes me under, ******* me. i struggle. I squeal like a piggy. But it's all just bubbles. Round silver dollars, like balloons rising through the water. And gazing upward, I watch him jerk off, watch it squirt then dribble and dissolve. i lie in silence. Time slows. no more bubbles now. And i'm so cold. The water has gone dark.  The Fort
    16 minutes    		  The Fort - I bought this place as an investment. I thought someone would turn it into a nice hotel or restaurant after I cleaned it up a bit. But now i've got these bitches up here, i'd rather keep it to myself. i like these heavy walls. They keep the heat out and the noise in. And because there's so many of them here, the bitches can never figure the way out. Not that i'm helping them much, the blindfolds and ropes can make it a real challenge for these dirty wenches. They don't even notice me while I quietly watch them squirm and wiggle. they look so good in rope and tape, their warm young bodies on the concrete floors. I love to hear their moans and cries, reflecting in the cold cells. I keep them tied all the time, in different positions. Sometimes I let them hop around until they're too tired to move anymore. They always end up getting dirty. So when the rain comes down, I **** 'em out to wash and dry.
     The Face
    49 minutes    		  The Face - This article is from the year 2000. It almost seems like yesterday, but ten years have now gone by. Here is pd with a military look and a very young and beautifully fresh tyler scott. It includes; steel bondage frame, face by mouth and nose hooks, suspension with caning and clothes-pegs, inverted suspension, hooded & hogtied, taped to a bamboo x-frame and mummified.  Jade
    29 minutes    		  Jade - Jade is an exhibithionist that has done bondage before and wants to try the insex-experience. She's obviously nervous about the situation when she tries to make herself feel at ease by making small talk to pd. He however, makes it very clear that it doesn't make any difference what she says, he's just going to do his thing. pretty soon she's thoroughly tied to the chair, and she realises that she's fucked. This is real, there's nowhere to go. Her tits are pulled out as she tries to escape. She's telling him to stop when he's tickling her. A huge red ballgag deals with that. rope and leather. It suits her, makes her look all pretty and sexy. Her tits are like balloons now, firm and sensitive. Her face looks worried when speech is made impossible and a cane explores her soft meat. she's exposed in all her glory, played with for his pleasure. Suction cups on her nipples make 'em even more sensitive when the cane comes out some more. Muffled screams! Water . spread-eagled to a frame her hair is pulled by a weight, rubbing her pussy. then she's folded up, showing her beautiful pussy-lips being clamped, caned and flogged. she's fucked alright!

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