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