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With few exceptions we focus primarily on amateurs. We like "the girl next door" type. You know, the wholesome, fresh faced, unspoiled, pretty girl you might have noticed from afar and thought to yourself, "I'd like to talk to her." Maybe she lives next door or maybe she works at the local coffee shop or she's a new employee where you work. It might even have frightened you to think dirty thoughts about her she seems so pure. OK, maybe we don't always get that kind but we sure try!
98% of the respondents to our ads, don't actually make it in to see us...for a variety of reasons. I'm telling you folks, it isn't easy getting an amateur to cum and see us. For that reason we may, from time to time, have a "model" in for a visit.
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 Bijou starts out fully dressed in a business class outfit. Black skirt, black boots and a black blouse. She has a rope around her neck tied to the ceiling. Her elbows are brought together behind her back. She's just standing there. Head cocked to one side by the rope. After awhile JR comes out and gropes her and then asks her how she feels about it. How she feels about bondage in general. What turns her on. What humiliates her. Once her blouse is pulled up and her bra pulled down her tits are sucked into a vacuum of clear cylinders. Afterwards, lots of small metal tacks are placed into each of her hands, then her hands taped into tight fists. Her skirt is pulled down and her clit masturbated for her. She is then sat in a chair and firmly secured to it, legs, ankles, arms. Elise is then fetched. Apparently, she needs to take a piss. And she does so in a nearby bucket she places next to Bijou. After removing her pants and panties she lets it fly. The sound of it hitting the inside of the bucket echoing in the room. When she's done she places her panties into the urine, puts her pants back on and leaves. Those panties are then retrieved from the bucket, dripping urine, and placed inside the breath bag of a breath hood. Which, of course, gets pulled over her head so she can breathe in and enjoy Elise's urine. She mentioned something about it smelling like a truck stop in there. Then strong clamps are placed on her nipples which also serve as electrodes. She's then hooked to a power source and forced to endure painful electro torture to her tits. This only forces her to draw in air more quickly. She screams and then suddenly you can tell --she ingested some of that urine in there. You can hear her spitting in there. And then the Hitachi is brought to bear on her cunt. She doesn't seem to know whether to spit, cry or scream. At one point it just becomes too much and she desperately tries to extract herself from the chair. The power to her tits is turned up and then her clit is tightly clamped. It hurts, and she isn't sure she can take it, until the Hitachi hits it. She has an orgasm so powerful she looks like a small earthquake is taking place. Her head gets thrown back and those panties just fall right into her mouth leaving her spitting and distracted as she tears one off..
Now we find Bijou in a box tie, naked and sitting on a wire frame bed. Her legs are spread open and each ankle is tied to the frame holding her in position. A rope around her neck is tied off to her box tie. Her head is kept pulled back by a hair tie. She's ready for a good stuffing. In preparation for that she's vibbed off with the Hitachi until she begins to scream. Then Big Blue is mounted inside of her. Afterward, the Celebrator is placed right onto her exposed clit. It's too much. Right away she's like, "OH MY GOD!!" Her face contorts and she forgets all about being embarrassed, exposed. Through her screams she is made to tell me how great it feels. Finally, she gets a Hitachi mounted directly onto her clit and left running continuously. Nipple clamps are added and then tied off to the ceiling, as well as her big toes. We can see juice leaking from her cunt and hitting the floor beneath her. She can cum, but no one will be around to turn off the Hitachi, could get a little sensitive afterward.
Bijou is naked and lying on the floor. Her elbows are brought together. A neck rope is attached to her elbows. A hair tie keeps her head pulled back. Within minutes she has one ankle drawn up severely toward her elbow harness. It lifts her chest off the ground. The Hitachi is shoved on her cunt and she immediately gasp. And immediately it sounds as though she just jumped into a cold body of water. She gasps so hard it sucks the air out of the room --and then it is over. She struggles to breath as her other ankle is roped and then pulled up high to the ceiling. Until her pelvis is off the ground. Then she's made to move around for us. Struggle. She's yelled at. It's obvious she's getting pushed --and being yelled at the whole time isn't helping. Through her cries she says she can't do it so I just take a boot and move her for herself. She just sobs and tries to breathe at the same time. A fuck stick is fetched and mounted along her one leg and stuffed in her cunt. A big one. Then her asshole is molested by a finger while she is vibbed off and made to tell me what her holes are good for. An ass hook is procured and placed up to her face. She's told where it is going and to lube it up for us. It is then tightly cinched into her brown eye by another rope around her neck. She's sobbing now. The Hitachi finds her cunt and she soon begs for permission to cum. Denied. It gets turned off and Elise's urine soaked panties dropped a foot in front of her face. She's told to struggle over to them and place her face in them. Because that's the only way she's going to be able to cum. And trust me, it anit easy either. They may just be a foot away but they might as well be a mile away --and you have to yell out whose panties they are while you do it. It brings her down to a heaving, sobbing mess. I didn't think the crying would ever stop. Yep, she got reduced down to her base elements.
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 19 year old Lane starts her day off fully dressed standing in the middle of the out building. She's nervously waiting there, looking around, worried. A few minutes later she's having a tall rubber collar attached to her neck with a power tool and her arms brought into a box tie. A couple of minutes later and her ankles get pulled up over her head and she finds herself swinging through the open air. Another good shove sends her pendulum style across the room. A quick hair tie keeps her face pulled up and exposed and then she's shoved again to send her reeling. After we're done playing swing set with her she has clamps placed onto each nipple. Clamps that leave her gasping when each one is applied. Then she's gagged with a whiffle ball. The drooling starts up almost immediately. The Hitachi is placed onto her cunt thru her jeans and she's brought right up to the point of needing an orgasm and then it is turned off. A bucket is fletched and secured to her nipple clamps. It hangs in air, swinging from the clamps. Then I fill it with water. She moans out. She can't believe I'm doing it. She cries out. The pain is terrible and she lets me know. The Hitachi finds its way back to her box and taking the edge off for her. You can see that the pain and the orgasm are both building, getting to their limits. As she gets close to needing it, asking for it, it gets turned off again. Then she's shoved hard and she begins to make wide sweeping motions back and forth through the air, the water filled bucket swinging with her as she cries. Her drool swinging right along with everything else. Suddenly one of the clamps breaks free from her nipple dropping the bucket a few inches only to be held by the other clamp. It sends her head exploding in pain. That's how she's left...
Now we find Lane securely affixed to a chair that is suspended from the ceiling. She can't move and inch and the chair is titled slightly forward giving her a disconcerting feeling of falling. Her nipples are clamped again. She has a giant ring gag in her face hole. A large swath of drool is running out of the hole, over her chin and down her chest. She's nude. A Hitachi is secured directly on her cunt and it's just sitting there running as she sits there swinging. She's doing a great deal of moaning and drooling. The Celebrator is brought out and it too is affixed to her cunt --right on the clit. The room is filled with the sounds of her moans, of her over stimulated cunt and that of AC voltage vibrators humming away. She is told to stick her tongue out of her ring gagged face hole and a spoonful of sorghum molasses is wiped on it. The drool becomes a broken damn of spit and slobber pouring from her gagged mouth. I can't even tie that water bucket back onto her nipple clamps without getting all wet. But I manage. She tries to swallow hard when the bucket comes off the ground and is fully supported by her nipples, but all she can manage is a scream of pain. It's just a constant grunting now, of trying to hang on. Her eyes are slammed shut and she is in a continuous state of despair. She is left this way for awhile, suspended, with all the vibrators running and her drooling down her chest, water bucket swinging. After awhile electrodes are hooked to the bottom of her bound feet and cranked up. She's a mess now, fluid coming from every hole in her body. Suddenly she is heard to ask for permission to cum and it is given this time. Within seconds she begins to shake, she throws her head back and pushes out a massive orgasm. It's too bad her pussy was really sensitive afterward, because that's how she was left.
Lane is plastered to a wooden post. Completely immobile and nude. She is off the ground and supported only by the ropes that are holding her to the post. One leg is brought up, perpendicular to the body and tied off. A fuck stick is mounted in her cunt. After a few minutes vacuum tubes are placed on her nipples. As they get sucked into the small clear tube she calls out repeatedly, "FUCK!, FUCK!, FUCK!, SHIT!!" After several minutes pass by she gets a sudden, unexpected surprise of water hitting her in the stuffed cunt. It's coming from the super soaker I have in my hands. The cold stream of water is aimed right at her clit. After two blasts to her cunt she gets one in her face as well. A face, a head she can't turn because it is tied in place. I shoot the stream right into her ring gagged face hole, water boarding her if you will. A few seconds later and she begins to shake from the cold. When the Hitachi finds her cunt she's torn between crying and enjoying it. Once that clit has been vibbed off to over sensitivity a clothespin gets placed on it and then that is vibbed off. She cries out, her foot rocks back and forth and you can see her try to raise her pelvis up --but she is just to plastered to that post to move. She's getting increasingly desperate.
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 A perennial girl-next-door, Tracy is found out in the old shed, fully clothed and sitting on her butt. She is chained at the neck to a short wooden post. Her wrists and ankles are manacled to a waist chain. A breath hood covers her head as her warm, golden locks fall out from underneath. The panties she wore down from her trip to see us rest inside the collapsing bag of the breath hood --and trust me, they were soaking wet from her cunt when they went in. After several minutes her position becomes more and more taxing. She keeps trying to lay down instead of sit up but her neck chain is too short to allow that -she just doesn't know it. Her breathing, the collapsing and expanding of the hood quickens. After some time passes she is told to get up and show us her ass. She tries for some two minutes to get standing but in the end she fails to do so. So she's helped up and then her neck re-chained to the ceiling and she's told to turn around so we can inspect her. Her pants are removed. She is told to bend over and spread her cheeks. Her breasts are also exposed. Her breath hood is finally removed so we can see her face. She was clearly sweating in there, mascara running down her cheeks. Her relief to come out of it was palatable. After removing her pants and exposing her breasts she is made to sit back down, re-chained by the neck to the post and one hand freed. She's now asked to masturbate herself in front of us with her legs spread wide. It doesn't take long for her pussy to start showing the results of her masturbating. What initially was a cum free cunt quickly turned into one that leaked white, creamy fluid. At one point she got a little lost in her jerking off and found herself somewhat embarrassed. After awhile a fuck stick is laid in front of her and she's told to fuck herself with it, to show us how she likes a guy to fuck her. She was smart enough to blow it first before ramming it inside herself. And fuck herself she did, with one hand still manacled behind her back and her neck chained to a post. While she fucks herself I vib her off with the Hitachi. To my surprise she quickly ask me for permission to cum --and when she tears one off she squeals like a little pig for a good two minutes. Then she's made to clean off the incredibly cum slathered fuck stick with her face hole. Yummy.
Tracy is now found in standing naked in the middle of the room. Her arms are in a box tie. She is told to lie down on the cold concrete floor, onto her belly. She clearly does not like doing so. She has to rest her large breasts on the floor to support her. She is then placed into a strict hog tie complete with a hair tie that keeps her lovely face and head pulled back sharply, toe ties that keep her level of mobility to a minimum and a rope around her neck to remind her where she's at. She is clearly uncomfortable. It's a hogtie for this newbie that pushes her boundaries. She's a nice little package to play with now. I sit on the floor away from her and tell her to make her way over to me. She can't believe I've asked her. I belittle her with how simple the task is. She tries first to wiggle, then to rock. Then she tries rolling over onto her backside only to find that's one hell of an uncomfortable position for her. She's a little stuck, like a turtle that has rolled over onto its back. She struggles to right herself. She can't do it. She must be helped. Once she has her pussy turned around and her legs spread the fuck stick is brought out. Her pussy is absolutely slathered in white, creamy fluid. It's all over her cunt like mayonnaise. She's told to tell us that her hole is only good for fucking. Then it gets stuffed with the fuck stick and she is vigorously used. She's told to tell us repeatedly, while being fucked, what her holes are good for. An incredible amount of pussy juice keeps running out of her box. Now the Hitachi joins in on the fun of the fuck stick. She screams the whole time. The fuck stick becomes so coated in pussy juice it is removed and shoved into her face hole for cleaning and then put back into her cunt for further fucking. It is then yanked out of her hole and tossed across the room where she is told to go fetch it in her hog tie.
We now find Tracy on The Wooden Horse. Her arms bound into an elbow harness, her wrists pulled up high and tied to the ceiling. After a couple of minutes of watching her deal with this situation she is gagged. But the ball gag has a surprise for her. Before I buckled it in I placed a spoonful of sorghum molasses on it. Immediately she notices and starts to complain through the gag. Within seconds it produces profuse amounts of drool. She tries to tell me how disgusting it is, gagging and coughing the whole while. It is extremely distasteful to her. She tries to spit it out, vehemently. At times the drool comes running from her mouth in such great quantities it looks like a water hose has been turned on inside her face hole. I have never seen this much drool wash out of someone's face hole before. She's desperate to get this ball gag, this disgusting substance out of her mouth. Her face is one constant grimace as she desperately tries to cough and spit it out. Her whole chest, all the way to her pussy, is covered in drool. And yet, she also has to deal with the fact she is sitting atop an A-frame directly pushing into her cunt and tailbone. She tries repeatedly to push the gag out of her mouth, to spit the contents of her mouth out around the gag. She coughs and chokes and attempts to tell us how disgusting this is. How uncomfortable she is. She tries her bonds repeatedly. But in the end, she isn't going anywhere.
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 ...continuing from last week, Elise, still roped up by the neck to the ceiling and standing on her tip toes in spite of her book, has just been caned before her feeding. While she works to pull herself together for dinner I go to fetch her meal. Oceans of slobber run out of her double gagged mouth and fully coat the whole of her torso. She's doing her best to suck it up. I spill her spaghetti noodles into the dog bowl positioned in front of her tippy toe feet and then pour sauce onto them. She's made to wait until the noodles have become cold before she can eat. And since she has a little time to kill waiting on that food to get cold her book is taken away from her. Immediately she begins to choke. Her feet are arched as high as she can get them as she coughs through her gag and tries to free her airway. That's when I flog her nipples -and I mean hard. She tries to dance away from it but the rope is to taunt around her neck, her movement too restricted. She cries. A long string of slobber seems to be permanently affixed from her gagged mouth to her chest, swinging all the time as she tries her best to get away from me. She just screams now. Blood curling screams. She even stopped trying to get away, resigned to her predicament. At times she doesn't make a sound, but you see it building inside her and then it comes on. It burst out of that gagged face hole with desperation and suffering, with an ear piercing shriek of need for me to stop. And yet, it continues. She's all fucked up again and we haven't even started dinner yet. Tears fall so big you can hear them smack the floor. She's given a minute to pull herself together, her arms placed into and elbow harness and then she is taken down and de-gagged for dinner. She almost collapses to the ground when the rope around her neck is removed. She barely gets out an audible "thank you" through her gagged pie hole. When the gags are removed she can hardly move her mouth. And that constant, thick string of slobber she can't seem to get off her chin. She's exhausted. She can't even open her eyes and her mouth just hangs ajar. She isn't given any reprieve and told to get down on her face and start eating her dinner. Because of the tight crotch rope she finds this very difficult to do. But she manages and soon has her messy, slobbery face in the dog bowl. It took her several minutes but she was a very Good Girl eating all of her dinner. Then she's made to get her filthy mattress down off the wall and to lay upon it in The Fucking Position. Once her crotch rope is removed she is then caned on her ass with a giant cane. The first strike leaves her speechless for a crazy amount of time. She just seems to fold into herself. Her mouth wide open with no sound coming out. Her eyes are slammed shut and the grimace, the levels of grimace washing across her pained face lets you know yeah, that hurt. It took her a really, really long time to recover from just that one strike. And when she saw I was about to strike her again I heard her quickly and quietly say, "oh my god". This time she could not even remain in The Fucking Position. She reeled back quickly with a desperate scream of anguish and pain, her body shaking. She had to be held down while she had a heaving sobbing fit of tearful convulsions. She did make it through the caning, only to have her ass stuffed with a large dildo and then caned again while she holds it. In the end, she's fucked with Big Blue to collapse.
Now we find Elise strapped to a wooden post by the torso. Her legs are doubled and drawn up off the ground and toward her body. They are tied so that they are pulled outward exposing her cunt and chest. Her arms are pulled up over her head and tied to the post. A fuck stick is plugging up her cunt. Spider gagged she hangs there rocking one foot, stuffed and drooling on herself. A deep sort of needful moaning comes from her. I spend a little time finding out where she is ticklish. Digging my fingers into her sides and armpits she begins to scream relentlessly. And she has no escape. She can't even lower her arms let alone eject the object invading her cunt or get away from my digging fingers. When I'm done she's actually crying. And we hear her try to make out the words, something about "hating" that as she sobs. When I return I've got the riding crop. I blister her armpits with it sending her into a deep state of despair. Screams and sobs --I find out later she hates the riding crop more than the cattle prod. I can't even hear myself think the screams are so loud and prolonged. Between tears and sobbing and screaming I make her tell me what the only thing her holes are good for: "Fucking" She's made to repeat it. She's made to tell me every time she's at her absolute lowest point. "My holes are only good for fucking". So the Hitachi is fetched and pressed against her slobber and snot covered pussy that is still stuffed with a fuck stick and she's vibbed off to the sound of her cries. The little slut doesn't take long before she's asking for permission to cum. So she's told to tell us: "I am weak, my I please cum?" She can barely be understood through the gag so she's made to keep repeating it. And when she finally states it where we can understand her she is told, "No". So instead she just screams, one long desperate scream of pain and desire. Of need and hurt. The experience is draining her. She has three distinct strings of slobber coming from different points of her face hole and each nostril has thick bands of snot pouring from them. She's humiliated. She sounds like she's trying to swallow, breathe and scream at the same time. She's told to fuck her fuck stick for us. But all she can do in her suspended position is to raise her hips slightly. So she goes at it with as much strength as she has left, hanging from the pole she grinds her pelvis with all she's got. While she does so I hang two pound weights from each big toe. She grows exhausted quickly and has to be encouraged to keep fucking it. When little Elise was finally given permission to cum I think every hole in her body pushed out fluids and noise. |
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 Little Elise is standing with a taut rope around her neck. The other end of the rope is tied off to the ceiling. She's fully dressed in her tight waist hugger jeans and sweet little sweater. Her wrists are bound behind her back and it doesn't take long before an extremely tight crotch rope gets added to her predicament. She stays on her tip toes so she can breathe better. You can tell from the sounds she makes, the way her throat makes them, the way she keeps trying to clear her throat, the way her neck is pulled up and her head titled to one side, that's she's definitely having trouble breathing. She dances. She's so tiny. I have her get her shoes off which forces her on her toes a little higher. Then I make her get her socks off --knee high socks. It's a choke filled dance for her to remove them. She's made to turn around so we can see her tight little ass, the rope bisecting her buns, then have her pull on her own crotch rope. She's offered a book to stand on while I go to prepare her dinner. Given that she'll be eating her dinner from the dog food bowl I lay it down at her feet where she's balancing on her book. But first, I feed Steve his dinner in the bowl. And given that Steve is 100% dog he slobbers and licks the entire bowl free of his dinner. Afterward, Steve is taken outside to shit while she's left dancing by the neck in front of the dog bowl where she'll be having her dinner next. As I await the meal to finish cooking I take the Hitachi and vibe her cunt off through her crotch rope and pants. It doesn't take her horny little ass long to beg for an orgasm. She's given that permission and she blows one out into her panties. Then her crotch rope is removed, her pants removed and then her panties are removed. Another very tight crotch rope is re-added sans her clothing and then her panties, wet, folded crotch side out, are taped to her face. Then her book is taken away from her. Immediately she begins to make raspy, choking noises. She gasps and draws air through the moist panties. Her feet are arched high. Her dance pace quickens. She starts to panic before realizing her book is just a foot away. She extends her leg and tries to drag it over. She moves it only a little before trying to step up on it in haste, before running out of air. She manages but soon discovers she needs to get it right underneath her neck rope for maximum relief. She struggles with it, continually choking herself before managing. The second she gets it back under her I lay into her bare ass with a riding crop. The pain so sharp for her she has to raise one leg to try and shake it off. She howls like a wolf at the moon each time she is struck. But then those howls turn to tears. Just plain 'ole sobbing. She is dental gagged. Then gagged again with a ball gag inside the dental gag. For some reason, perhaps because her mouth is so jacked open, this act starts her into a state of mental anguish. You see it wash over her, and then she starts crying again. Time to cane her. The drool immediately begins to run out of her mouth and wash down her chin like Niagara Falls as I rare back with the first cane strike. It lands on her upper thigh with a thud, which was quickly followed by an excruciating scream of pain. It makes her legs shake. It sounded so terrible, with such anguish in it, I even felt sorry for her as I landed the next strike in the same place. She tried hard to suck it up. There was silence initially. Just her lifting that leg up, balancing by the neck, with all that slobber and drool coursing from her face hole, getting slung about in the air as she tries to steady herself, but she ended up screaming anyway. And by the time she was done with her caning she was seriously drained. Emotionally and physically. She must have lost a quart of saliva there. I don't think I've ever seen little Elise cry like that. Jesus, she really got broken down....to be continued.
Elise, up in the attic, is ass hooked and in a strict hogtie. She is suspended from the ceiling. Long leather strings attached to her nipple clamps carry heavy two pound weights. They hang just a few frustrating centimeters from the floor. If she arches just right she can get one, maybe both to touch the floorboards in order to relieve the relentless pull of the weight on her nipples. She hangs there awhile, occasionally grinding her hips or silently moaning. She's horny. She'd like to have sexual release. You can see it building as she hangs there. Then suddenly one of the nipple clamps breaks free and smacks the floorboards with a thud. The grimace on her face tells you it wasn't pleasant. It rolls off in the corner to await reassignment. She's really starting to moan now, her hips in a constant state of humping, humping the air. The one remaining nipple clamp swings heavily like a pendulum. She's seething now, the humping and grinding, twisting of her pelvis tells you her cunt is wet and needful. When she starts to try and shake off the other nipple clamp I step in and reattach the fallen one. She cries out in pain. A cry out that last some time. So I gag her with a spider gag. Then the other one falls off, the one she had been trying to shake off. It drives her crazy as the blood rushes back into the nipple. I console her by twisting it between my fingers and then reattaching the clamp and weight. There's nothing she can do. The tears fall and hit the floor right beneath her as she starts to sob, as the sharp pain subsides and the dull pain sets in. Forced resignation. It sounds pitiful. She now seems torn between sobbing and grinding her pelvis. She has quite the little pool of tears and slobber building on the floor beneath her. After several punishing blows to her ass cheeks with the riding crop she loses any sense of self control she had left. The small Hitachi is fetched and placed between her legs and mounted next to her cunt. It doesn't take long before her sobs start to turn into sounds of pleasure. So the riding crop is taken to her again until it is clear the sounds coming from her have nothing to do with pleasure. She's left with heaving sobs and giant tears falling to the floor while the vibrator hums away next to her cunt. It takes awhile before the tide starts to turn again, before her body starts to shake and her hips grind in the air, before the sobs are replaced with needy desire. Before that desire leaves her in tears again. |
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