Sara arrived at the shoot with a hairy bush. As punishment, she strapped into a hogtie position and gagged while cyd attaches clothespins to her pubic hair. The sensation of having her bush ripped out hair by hair is exquisitely painful. She has a moment to rest beforeshe is locked into an iron wrist and neck spreader bar. A tight rubber hood compresses her head and jaw, preventing her from making a single noise
Bobbi's shoot was an experiment in "static" bondage - bondage that is minimal yet severe in nature. The goal is to bind and restrain the model to the very limit of her ability to endure and then step back, let the clock tick and watch her suffer as long as she can bear it. There is no need for interaction. No need for distractions. Just the model slowly wearing down, sweat beading up and trickling down her body, muscle fatigue causing her limbs to shake at an ever increasing rate - her breathing becoming ragged as she struggles against her gag to swallow the spit that is beginning to pool in the throat and choke her. Sometimes I think the interactive style of BDSM that has become increasingly popular in recent years is just interfering with the simple enjoyment of the bondage itself. It's not always necessary to tie up a woman and "do something" to her. Sometimes just tying her up is enough. The first scene I more or less manage to accomplish my goal, but by the second, the pressure of the shoot causes me to forget my intentions and I fall back into spearing her with a dildo pole in one hand and vibrating her with the Hitachi in the other. I am curious to hear what the members will say; I await comments on the necessity of interaction in scenes
Harmony is an aggressive woman. Most of the time, she's either domming girls, domming guys or working the porn circuit, getting brutally fucked hard with no holes barred and loving every bit of it. At one point she states that she absolutely "craves cock". She hasn't done submissive work in a while, but she's decided she wants to do a device bondage shoot. As the shoot progresses, it's clear that Harmony wants to test herself, to put herself through hell to prove to herself and anyone watching that she can still handle it. Cyd doesnt make it easy for her. He slowly works away at her her mind and body, breaking her down physically and mentally. Painful nipple clamps make her squirm with pain and discomfort and a humilating rubber bit gag forces her to drool constantly. Metal spreader bars keep her knees spread wide for easy access to her cunt while rendering her arms helpless. A tight nose clamp with an attached weight is the icing on the cake, raising her discomfort and humiliation to an unbearable level just below her breaking point. She suffers through all of it, desperately wishing the time would move by faster, but cyd makes sure she experiences every agonizing moment, allowing her only a few orgasms to give her any relief. One of them is so powerful it causes her to squirt all over herself
Thinking back to the day of the shoot, I remember being vaguely amused. As I turned the corner into the talent office in search of a model to bind, I came face to face with the same stare that greets me in the mirror each morning. We sat down. We talked at each other over a checklist. She didn't ask any questions. She signed her name while digging through her purse. Later on, they brought her in from makeup. The interview went by as she posed for pictures, twisting her form this way and that. I began moving metal around to set up an idea and she wandered into a corner while scrolling through an electronic organizer. She's only 19 but she works 5-6 days a week. She has an agent, a web site, a book deal, a video blog. Booking her was a 3 month process. Stripped naked on the table, bound to the cold metal, she looked like she might fall asleep but didn't. She looked at the goggles quizzically but adjusted them so all she could see was black. The vibrator caused a stir, but when the clamps went on she came to. One, five, ten, twenty...she writhed around screamed. She spit words out no one expected. She came so hard she looked like a fighter pilot in g-force training, gritting her teeth with her lips curled back. The camera stopped and the straps came off. She sat up and removed the goggles. Her eyes came into focus. I could tell she had finally arrived in the room
Local girl Sara has never modeled before in her 18 year old life. She does, however, love bondage and she plays in her private life. Sara likes marks, like any good bondage slut does, so cyd makes sure to take full advantage of her pale flesh. Her grey-blue eyes dart around, filled with nervous excitement. Her breathing starts to get heavier as cyd rips her clothes off with his knife. Her large breasts are taped off, making them protrude from her body like two large, ripe fruits. They swell, as though just begging to be caned. cyd beats them until they are purple and covered in welts. Sara whimpers quietly. As her nipples are suctioned she lactates a bit. They are so sensitive that cyd simply cannot resist trying all his different clamps out on her tender nipples
Alexa lies on the floor with leather straps binding her in a strict hogtie. She can barely move any part of her body, yet she still manages to remain chipper when cyd interviews her, welcoming her back to DB for her third shoot. Alexa is slowly becoming a bondage slut as time goes by... We soon find her seated on the floor, a spreader bar at her ankles and another at her knees. A collar around her neck is chained to her knees and also up to the ceiling, keeping her upright. Her arms are wound around her neck in tightly laced leather opera gloves. She is uncomfortable, heaving sighs as though sighing will help relieve some of the pressure on her body. Cyd forces her mouth into a big smile by tying the corners back behind her head. Her nostrils are pulled up with a nosehook, completing the look. Alexa's stretched and distorted face now resembles the classic stable of Halloween. She drools and whines until cyd presses a vibrator to her clit. Soon a thick cock is shoved in her pussy and left there with the vibrator attached. Alexa's eyes roll back into her head as she comes over and over. Later, Alexa moans through the panel gag as she lies on her back with her hands and feet strapped together and chained up in the air. She is suddenly lifted off the ground where she swings back and forth. She screams and whimpers through the gag as her ass and pussy are flogged. Once again a thick cock and a vibrator placate her, and her muffled cries turn to pleasure instead of pain
Amber is back to DB for her second shoot. She says her first shoot was awesome, as she describes what happened. She is very enthusiastic about her upcoming live shoot as well as for the shoot today. As we find Amber strapped and chained, as though caught in a spider's web, the sweat beads up on her face as she strains in her position. Drool runs out her gag and down her chest. She cries out when her tits, ass and pussy are flogged red, a look of deep focus on her face. Her body jerks with each blow. Amber's knees ache as they support all her weight. Her eyes show her serious concentration as her face is tortured with clover clamps and nose hooks. Double penetration with inflatable dildoes furrows Amber's brow as she struggles to endure her torments. The vibrator is her only relief, bringing a hazy look to her eyes when she comes and comes again
The second half of Alexa's live show had Alexa and Delilah Strong bound to posts facing each other with a tight chains running through their crotches and over a loop connecting them to each other, ensuring any violent motion by one girl would be felt by the other in the most intimately painful manner. The girls try to hold still, but a cattle prod set on high breaks their composure immediately