She wrote asking about coming back in. She wanted something that tested her endurance and mental strength, her flexibility.
Hello JR,
I'm interested in coming in again soon and doing something quite a bit more torturous. When I'm thinking of something more torturous, I'm thinking of something that tests my physical strength and limits. I like to stretch- I'd like to be strung up or stretched in some way. I'll let you figure out how to do that.
Impact play is good, endurance is also good. I'd like to be teased physically somehow too, and maybe hung and tied in some very complicated way.. it's all very open ended, but this is what I'm thinking about. Tie me to things, make me stand with my hair splayed up to the ceiling, capture each one of my fingers and toes! What I mean is, I'd like a very hands-on torturing, if you don't mind, thanks! ;)
From the moment she arrived to the moment she left Meg was kept naked and in constant bondage -24 continuous hours. Even using the restroom or eating required permission and observation. She learned how to barter for things she needed, like food or touch. At one point she broke down in heaving tears when faced with the option of having an orgasm versus no blanket for the night. She was literally torn between those two options. Or how her hunger drove her to eat food she wouldn’t normally consume. Or when she broke down after learning she would have to listen to the sound of babies crying in her ears all night long. Or drinking her urine...
Holy shit. This article was a bit like pulling the most demure, pious, wholesome, unmarked, God fearing woman directly from a wooden church pew and then running her through the bondage ringer. She didn’t think she could do it. She wanted to be a Good Girl first. Whew, let’s get started.
Right off the bat we sit Naomi down and get to know her. And boy, she has a lot to say. Horny little girl too. She used the Internet to survey porn while she waited on her first fucking. We learn every damn thing we’d want to know about her and her sex life. Like how she’s only been with one guy, her husband. She saved herself for marriage. We learn what she did on that wedding night. We learn her mother purchased her first vibrator for her and that she can rattle off C.S. Lewis quotes from memory. That she has some fantastic tits and a long, deep seated earning for bondage and submissiveness. We learn she gets nervous easily and actually cries over strong verbal language directed toward her. She loves masturbation and that she has to control her orgasms so she doesn’t have a mess to clean up each time she blows a nut. She gives herself a good toe sucking and clit play to round things out. I think you should watch this interview.
Now we find Naomi nude and standing. Each of her lower legs are bound to short wooden posts keeping them separated and her feet firmly planted to the floor. A tight collar around her neck has a heavy chain leading up to the ceiling. Its pulled taunt. Her arms are free but not for long. When we find her she’s desperately trying to find a position that’s comfortable. When four locks and a Hitachi are dropped at her feet she takes on a new seriousness. Her wrists are pulled up high and her arms stretched and then locked into place. It doesn’t take long before she starts doubting herself, her legs shaking. I briefly throw the Celebrator on that pious pussy and then ask her how she feels about corporal punishment. Before she knows it the whip is in hand and she’s having her first ever whipping. Because those tits look so good they get attention first. Within seconds she crying. Her face beginning to contort and she’s biting her lower lip as she tries to suck it up and be a Good Girl. Between her increasing sobs she is made to tell us how she feels about those tits. What she feels guys think about them. To tell us that they look so good they need to be punished –then WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! It’s a relentless cacophony of swishes and then strikes. She’s like a person who fell into an ice cold river, shaking, unable to catch her breath and in fear. The small reprieves she gets are only to tell us how undeserving she is of those great tits. Her pure white skin filled with angry red whip marks. Her face hole now ball gagged, she still emits copious amounts of fluid from it. Her nose holes are all leaking thick streams of snot down her face. When a thick wad of it hits the floor in a loud smack she’s made to repeatedly apologize for it. When the Hitachi finally hits her cunt she’s a mess. A heaving, sobbing mess. She’s made to look directly at you, The Viewer, and tell you that she is not allowed to enjoy the Hitachi riding on her cunt and that she isn’t allowed to let any fluid come out of her face holes. When that orgasm finally comes over her she sprays volumes of fluid all over the floor between her legs. Then she’s made to tell you, The Viewer, she needs to be punished for that.
Next Naomi is perched by the knees upon two short wooden posts. Her legs are doubled back and belted. Her arms are in a strappado. It’s the only thing keeping her balanced up there. Right off the bat she gets the Celebrator popped on her clit. 30 seconds later she asks for permission to cum in the most innocent, child-like, church going voice. Permission granted. 30 seconds later she’s asking for permission again --for a 2nd orgasm. But not before she is made to tell us how needy that pussy is. When she gets permission for the second one right away you hear what sounds like someone pissing on the floor. It’s just Naomi making a mess. There must have been four cups of fluid wash out of that cunt. She immediately apologizes in a meek, breathy voice. Then, son-of-a-bitch, right in the middle of me telling her how disgusting what she just did was she starts spraying again. Then apologizing again. Right after she is done cumming she is told to recite a C.S. Lewis quote that matched how good that orgasm felt. It went like this:
The Christians describe the Enemy as one without whom Nothing is strong. And Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind.
Holy Fucking Shit. That was bloody amazing.
So, I pulled out that whip and punished her for enjoying that orgasm so much. But before I get started I have her look directly at you, The Viewer, and recite a C.S. Lewis quote for how bad that whip is going to feel on her bare back. She found one in her head that went like this:
In the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.
I didn’t even wait on her to finish it before the whipping set in.
I was thinking we were about to have a fun shoot after reviewing Nausicca’s application. Even more so after speaking with her in person. She liked all the things we do here as you can see in her interview. Unfortunately, that’s about as far as we got. Once she was partially tied up she decided that she wasn’t quite ready yet. So, what we have here is the interview she did along with a short video of her being bound --up to the point she let me know she still wasn’t ready yet.
When Bijou’s day gets started she finds herself nailed inside of some kid’s toy box. Fully dressed in her business outfit, we can see her in there, waiting. It is a small fit with little room to move. She is quiet and meek. Even when her velvet skirt is pulled up and her panties pulled aside and a fuck stick placed inside of her, she barely grunts. It isn’t until that fuck stick starts laying into her that she finds her voice. When the box gets flipped over on end JR can really start pounding away with that fuck stick. Before it is over she finds herself telling us how much she likes being used by The White Boy.
When Bijou is taken from the toy box she is made to stand upon two small blocks of wood, legs widely separated with her wrists apart and tied up to the ceiling. She is left in this precarious situation for some time. When JR finally shows up her skirt is pulled over her waist, her panties pulled down and her shirt opened. When the crotch of her panties is exposed JR finds them sticky and wet. Given that she seems so sexually charged she finds herself at the end of a whip for enjoying herself to much. By the time it is over she is ball gagged, crying and wearing welts all over her sexual organs –but the little cum whore can still manage to pull off a massive orgasm while delicately balancing on her heels.
She seemed like she needed cooling off so JR puts her on ice. Stripped naked and collared, Bijou is fastened at the neck to the ceiling. Beneath her she is standing upon 40lbs of ice. After about 10 minutes she starts to beg for some type of distraction, something to take her mind off those cold, throbbing feet. So JR brings out his whip again and lights up her entire body with welts. She’s a crying, snotty baby when he’s done. But it isn’t long before she asks for another distraction. JR first sucks her nipples and then her tits into clear tubes. They turn purple. She tells us they hurt worse than her feet. Again she asks for a distraction so JR clamps her clit and hangs weights from it. When she finally pulls off an orgasm she chokes herself off when her knees give out on her. But she finds a way to have a massive O that leaves her ready to throw up just as the camera fades out.
Stripped naked and in a box tie, that’s how we find her as JR begins to wrap her entire upper body in vet wrap. He leaves only her udders exposed. She’s told to get herself onto a small table where her legs are then doubled over and belted it. Then each belted leg is drawn outward and tied. A fuck stick is mounted into her from behind and her wet sticky panties are located and then stuffed into her face hole. Clear tape wrapped around her head keeps them in place. A hair tie keeps her face where we can see it. There she is left to be objectified, used. When she finally gets her pussy played with she’s made to tell us, through her panty stuffed mouth, how much she likes being used.
She wrote asking about coming back in. She wanted something that tested her endurance and mental strength, her flexibility.
Hello JR,
I'm interested in coming in again soon and doing something quite a bit more torturous. When I'm thinking of something more torturous, I'm thinking of something that tests my physical strength and limits. I like to stretch- I'd like to be strung up or stretched in some way. I'll let you figure out how to do that.
Impact play is good, endurance is also good. I'd like to be teased physically somehow too, and maybe hung and tied in some very complicated way.. it's all very open ended, but this is what I'm thinking about. Tie me to things, make me stand with my hair splayed up to the ceiling, capture each one of my fingers and toes! What I mean is, I'd like a very hands-on torturing, if you don't mind, thanks! ;)
From the moment she arrived to the moment she left Meg was kept naked and in constant bondage -24 continuous hours. Even using the restroom or eating required permission and observation. She learned how to barter for things she needed, like food or touch. At one point she broke down in heaving tears when faced with an option of having an orgasm versus no blanket for the night. She was literally torn between those two options. Or how her hunger drove her to eat food she wouldn’t normally consume. Or when she broke down after learning she would have to listen to the sound of babies crying in her ears all night long. Or drinking her urine...
She is sitting in a chair, feet not touching the ground and fully dressed when we find her. Her hair is a fiery, deep auburn. It is hard not to notice how the color takes you aback. She looks nervous, and is. She manages a weak smile from time to time as we watch her like a bunch of voyeurs. Her name is asked, "Lane". Age? "20". She's told to get up and take her shirt off. She looks directly into the camera with a new kind of excitement as her arms are brought into an elbow harness. Once her arms and wrists are secured she's told get her pants and shoes off. She doesn't think she can do it but we know better. She has to think, to improvise, figure it out. When she takes too long the whip is brought to bear on her backside, her exposed chest. She sucks it in and tries harder as the welts already begin to show on her fair skin. When she is finally undressed she is told to sit back in the chair. Her wrists are tied to the top of the chair causing her bound arms to push her forward, her chest, her breasts also pushed forward and out. Her ankles and thighs are bound to the legs of the chair. Her cunt fully exposed. Her arms are then wrapped with saran wrap. A heavy leather collar is tightly brought about her neck and secured. Really tight. Her face changes to red and becomes fuller. Her voice sounds different. She is our toy now. Something to just look at for a moment, her exposure and the way she handles it. Her whip marks from earlier are clearly visible now. A clothespin is placed on her clit. Her arms are wrapped again with black vet wrap constricting them even further. She is asked when the last time she masturbated was, "Last night". The whip starts in on her chest, focusing it's attention right on her breasts and then nipples. It distracts her. She can't seem to finish her sentence. She tries hard to carry on a conversation with me, whip marks beginning to show in numbers now on her chest. She keeps trying and I keep whipping. She is squirming now, she tries to get away from each blow but there's nowhere to go. Her face hole showing every nuance of fear and desperation --to get the fuck away from that whip. Her entire torso is lit up. From her pussy to the bottom of her neck she has fiery red lesions. Welt marks run across her breasts and over her chest in a single lines, raised and angry looking. While the sting is still fresh on her body her torso is also wrapped with vet wrap, constricting it tightly, flattening her titties. A pair of hemostats is brought out and attached to the hair in one armpit. Then I find out exactly where she is most ticklish. It looks like it is the foot and it sends her into a fit. She isn't even thinking about that whipping anymore. But she will. After she collects herself, after the last vestige of a smile has left her face the cane comes out. It strikes her on the thigh first. She immediately sucks in a deep breath. She controls it. It's like she's in a Lamaze class. Then the tickling starts right back up again. On that foot. She goes from barely being able to contain the flood of pain to bursting out in extreme laughter. Then BAM! That cane strikes her again right on the top of the thigh. Her brain immediately switches gears. Now it is unbearable, sharp pain. The kind that makes you suck in deep like you fell into a cold stream. She even starts to break down a little, something more just under the surface that she let out a couple of times before she could reel it in. And then the tickling starts in again. It almost immediately changes her face, her countenance. She can't control it, this contrast, this juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness. And so she is subjected to this roller coaster ride over and over. Until finally, her head is wrapped. Wrapped where the only thing exposed is her face hole and nose. And then her armpit hairs are pulled from her body using the hemostats. Large bunches of them are pulled at once, she cries out, but before she can even finish her burst of noise the cane falls hard onto her other thigh. It’s a dual anguish she wasn’t ready for nor could see coming. Then, first the whip followed by the flogger, her torso takes a beating. When the Celebrator hits her clit she almost has a convulsion. Her whole body changes, dips and soaks in that overwhelming feeling of complete immersion. It is followed by the Hitachi which appears to be a total body experience for her. It’s like she doesn’t even have control of herself anymore. The chair, just beneath her cunt hole is soaked in white fluid that seeped from her cunt. I collect it on a stick and have her suck it like a lollipop. In the end, she begs for an orgasm as though she were begging for her life.
Naked, on her knees and locked into a heavy wooden stock when we find her next. Her big toes have been tied together and then tied up to her stockade. Pencils are then taped between her fingers, tightly. She doesn’t think she can take it but we know better. She moans out in pain. The pencils providing a constant source of it. And, heaven forbid, she touch or bump them into anything. She grimaces as we watch her deal with it. Then come the nipple clamps, something to help take her mind off the handy pencils. When they go on she screams out in pain. Weights are added to them. She is told to spin around for us, so we can see her ass. Doing so causes her clamps to swing like heavy pendulums, back and forth. What can she do? She is in for a long session of whipping. It starts at her feet and works its way up her ass and backside. There is nowhere for her to go. She takes it. She deals with it by breathing hard, sucking in air and letting it out slowly. But she cries as well. By the time it is over her entire backside, from the shoulders down to the bottom of her feet are marked with small little red lines that welt up. And then it is time for her caning. She begins to shake. When it is over Big Black comes out and fucks her. He pumps her deep and she responds to it. The way she breaths, the way she moans –one would almost think a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders. The release it gives her, the pleasure she has from it is undeniable. And her pussy clearly shows signs of enjoyment. A serious amount of pasty cum drips from her fuck hole. Her mouth is just an open circle, her eyes slammed shut –she is in ecstasy. She almost begins to cry from how good it feels to her. Rapture has descended upon her place. When Big Black has finished pounding her she is made to lick him clean. Now she is whipped for enjoying it so much.
Naked and hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat –that’s where we find her next. She is doubled over and bound that way. Her wrists are tied to her ankles. She’s bound up into a tight little package. Her ass high and her head low. Her cunt is fully exposed –almost on display. I wind her up and then spin her hard. She really couldn’t be more exposed and vulnerable. When the whip comes out this time it focuses its attention on her cunt and ass. When it is over the White Boy comes out and takes over. She keeps telling me how badly she needs to pee. So once the White Boy is in her, fucking her, I give her permission to pee. But she can’t. And she needs to go badly. When I abruptly pull the White Boy from her cunt she spews out about a cup full of urine. A wooden paint stick is brought out and she is beaten on the back of her thighs, bottom of her feet and ass. The angry marks and bruising it leaves are almost immediate. Then the White Boy is stuffed in her again and fucks her hard. When it gets pulled out she again pisses herself. She is screaming, begging for release. She belts out how badly she needs to pee. Desperate. She doesn’t think she can take much more, the pressure too much. But I have a different idea for her…
Holy shit. This article was a bit like pulling the most demure, pious, wholesome, unmarked, God fearing woman directly from a wooden church pew and then running her through the bondage ringer. She didn’t think she could do it. She wanted to be a Good Girl first. Whew, let’s get started.
I was thinking we were about to have a fun shoot after reviewing Nausicca’s application. Even more so after speaking with her in person. She liked all the things we do here as you can see in her interview. Unfortunately, that’s about as far as we got. Once she was partially tied up she decided that she wasn’t quite ready yet. So, what we have here is the interview she did along with a short video of her being bound --up to the point she let me know she still wasn’t ready yet.
When Bijou’s day gets started she finds herself nailed inside of some kid’s toy box. Fully dressed in her business outfit, we can see her in there, waiting. It is a small fit with little room to move. She is quiet and meek. Even when her velvet skirt is pulled up and her panties pulled aside and a fuck stick placed inside of her, she barely grunts. It isn’t until that fuck stick starts laying into her that she finds her voice. When the box gets flipped over on end JR can really start pounding away with that fuck stick. Before it is over she finds herself telling us how much she likes being used by The White Boy.
She is sitting in a chair, feet not touching the ground and fully dressed when we find her. Her hair is a fiery, deep auburn. It is hard not to notice how the color takes you aback. She looks nervous, and is. She manages a weak smile from time to time as we watch her like a bunch of voyeurs. Her name is asked, "Lane". Age? "20". She's told to get up and take her shirt off. She looks directly into the camera with a new kind of excitement as her arms are brought into an elbow harness. Once her arms and wrists are secured she's told get her pants and shoes off. She doesn't think she can do it but we know better. She has to think, to improvise, figure it out. When she takes too long the whip is brought to bear on her backside, her exposed chest. She sucks it in and tries harder as the welts already begin to show on her fair skin. When she is finally undressed she is told to sit back in the chair. Her wrists are tied to the top of the chair causing her bound arms to push her forward, her chest, her breasts also pushed forward and out. Her ankles and thighs are bound to the legs of the chair. Her cunt fully exposed. Her arms are then wrapped with saran wrap. A heavy leather collar is tightly brought about her neck and secured. Really tight. Her face changes to red and becomes fuller. Her voice sounds different. She is our toy now. Something to just look at for a moment, her exposure and the way she handles it. Her whip marks from earlier are clearly visible now. A clothespin is placed on her clit. Her arms are wrapped again with black vet wrap constricting them even further. She is asked when the last time she masturbated was, "Last night". The whip starts in on her chest, focusing it's attention right on her breasts and then nipples. It distracts her. She can't seem to finish her sentence. She tries hard to carry on a conversation with me, whip marks beginning to show in numbers now on her chest. She keeps trying and I keep whipping. She is squirming now, she tries to get away from each blow but there's nowhere to go. Her face hole showing every nuance of fear and desperation --to get the fuck away from that whip. Her entire torso is lit up. From her pussy to the bottom of her neck she has fiery red lesions. Welt marks run across her breasts and over her chest in a single lines, raised and angry looking. While the sting is still fresh on her body her torso is also wrapped with vet wrap, constricting it tightly, flattening her titties. A pair of hemostats is brought out and attached to the hair in one armpit. Then I find out exactly where she is most ticklish. It looks like it is the foot and it sends her into a fit. She isn't even thinking about that whipping anymore. But she will. After she collects herself, after the last vestige of a smile has left her face the cane comes out. It strikes her on the thigh first. She immediately sucks in a deep breath. She controls it. It's like she's in a Lamaze class. Then the tickling starts right back up again. On that foot. She goes from barely being able to contain the flood of pain to bursting out in extreme laughter. Then BAM! That cane strikes her again right on the top of the thigh. Her brain immediately switches gears. Now it is unbearable, sharp pain. The kind that makes you suck in deep like you fell into a cold stream. She even starts to break down a little, something more just under the surface that she let out a couple of times before she could reel it in. And then the tickling starts in again. It almost immediately changes her face, her countenance. She can't control it, this contrast, this juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness. And so she is subjected to this roller coaster ride over and over. Until finally, her head is wrapped. Wrapped where the only thing exposed is her face hole and nose. And then her armpit hairs are pulled from her body using the hemostats. Large bunches of them are pulled at once, she cries out, but before she can even finish her burst of noise the cane falls hard onto her other thigh. It’s a dual anguish she wasn’t ready for nor could see coming. Then, first the whip followed by the flogger, her torso takes a beating. When the Celebrator hits her clit she almost has a convulsion. Her whole body changes, dips and soaks in that overwhelming feeling of complete immersion. It is followed by the Hitachi which appears to be a total body experience for her. It’s like she doesn’t even have control of herself anymore. The chair, just beneath her cunt hole is soaked in white fluid that seeped from her cunt. I collect it on a stick and have her suck it like a lollipop. In the end, she begs for an orgasm as though she were begging for her life.
