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Kendra's topsy-turvy testing
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Kendra Dane is a glamour/art model who doesn't usually do fetish. That made her perfect for trying out a new contraption that Lee Caroll donated to femmeXotique in appreciation for a photo shoot with her.
The "fantasy rack" offers a number of positions, including darn near upside down.
Kendra was fine standing in the rack, even though she was a little too claustrophobic to allow the use of the neck restraint the way it's intended to be used. So, her ride in the rack was a little tougher than for most. Only the belt across her hips and the ankle and foot straps held her in place. Plenty for safety, but not enough for her ever to relax.The rack turned out to be an ordeal for Kendra that she won't soon forget. She doesn't like toys, but she handled as much of the vibrator as she could, before pleading for its removal.
That's when she was turned head-down. The vibrator wouldn't be the only thing she'd have to endure.
For Kendra, the test became one of stamina. Try as she would, she couldn't hold her legs together for more than a few seconds at a time, thus exposing her tender flesh for wicked clamps, which were left on for most of the shoot.
With her eyes covered by the blindfold, she didn't know when the photo was a close-up of that clamped pussy, or when it was capturing the subtle but telling moments as her expression changed.
After what must have seemed like hours with the metal biting into her flesh, she was relieved of that pain. But turning her upright would have to wait for preparation for her next test. In the meantime, all she could do was to hang there, waiting for rescue from her predicament.
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Using Lori
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Lori was going to be the center of attention at an all-girl domination party. She'd never played the part before, giving herself to whoever wanted her. Sure, she'd played around with switching, but tonight any thought of turning the tables had been pushed out of her mind.
Her prostration, showing off her tattooed back, pleased the arrogant bitches who had gathered. Finally, one of them took a flogger and placed it on her back, which generated some laughter. Another just had to pick it up and start using it. Now, the group started choruses of hoots and hollers, egging on their compatriot.
All the while, Lori kept silent, accepting the blows on her stomach and breasts with what appeared to be some amusement. When a particularly sharp smack got her ass, she did respond, bringing a derisive cheer from the ladies.
But she got herself into trouble when attention returned to those pretty little breasts. After a few blows, she was looking pretty arrogant about her capacity to handle this. That's when the domme "accidentally" let the flogger catch her across the side of the face. Between that and some clothespins to the tongue, Lori figured out her place pretty quickly.
Ironically, that's when she became most turned on. One of the women noticed and grabbed a gigantic clip to keep Lori from dripping all over the bed. When it appeared that she liked the pressure, more was added in the form of a second clip.
Then, the women demanded that she show just how wide open and wet she really was. So, Lori complied, as any good slave should. Holding herself wide open, she looked around the room at the various women, wondering who would take her home.
Because she knew that if none did, she was in for real trouble.
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Kayce's tit torment
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During our recent visit to her home turf in D.C., Kayce decided to have another go at the gentle (and not-so-gentle) hands of femmeXotique. For this set, she was placed in a chair at the window of a hotel, so everyone across the street could see her. Everyone else was in shadow, but Kayce was plainly visible to anyone who happened to look her way.
The black rope she had worn during an earlier set was reapplied, only much, much tighter. Those mammoth breasts of hers are difficult to tie, because they're so soft. But this time, they were encased in just enough rope to push them out, begging for attention.
Clamps and weights offered her first test. You can see in her face that this round of torture was getting to her much better than had her earlier tests. The tightly squeezed tits proved susceptible to any little input.
When we grabbed the chain on the first set of clamps, she sighed: "I know what you want to do." But she made no complaint as we pulled off first one side and then the other. You could hear her breath coming in short pants, though, as she labored to keep her composure.
The real test, though, came with the clover clamps. By now, her tits were so swollen that it wasn't easy to gain purchase for those nasty little devices. So, they ended up right on her sensitive nipples.
Again, the tension was applied, this time to much greater effect. The shock to her system came when the chain was dropped, leaving her gasping and grinning as the endorphins rushed through her system.
Seconds later, the clamps were being pulled again, much harder. As drool escaped the corner of her mouth, Kayce realized she was losing it just a bit. The tension mounted, and still the clamps held, getting tighter with each ounce of increased stress.
Just when she thought it was over, the chain was dropped again, leaving her first stunned, then unable to sit up. She simply lay back in the chain, waiting for the sensations to pass. While she was lying there, the clamps were removed, sending another rush of blood into those tortured nipples.
This might have been the end, except she had agreed to being marked up in the session. So, out came the narrow crop, which packs such a sting in the best of times. With her tits tied so tightly, it took only a few blows for her to have broken blood vessels all over, which resulted in huge bruises the next day.
But for now, Kayce had to offer a little TLC to those ravaged tits. Then, she proudly held them up, nipples hard and bruises growing, to show what a good girl she can be, if she really sets her mind and body to the task.
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Jenni Lee caught in the act
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Jenni Lee just can't seem to stay out of trouble.
She knew she shouldn't have been handling the crop. And she knew the chaps were for the dominatrix who was coming over later.
But when she was left alone, she just had to play. Of course, she was caught, made to strip and put into a severe hogtie, using locks on the cuffs to make sure she didn't go anywhere.
A slow, sensual rubdown with the crop just heightened Jenni's senses.
The Master, somewhat amused, took the ring gag and stuffed it into her mouth. Then, he decided to play a few games with Jenni.
First, he just stuck the handle into her mouth. Then a little deeper. And just a little farther, till he felt the back of her throat stop its progress.
As he pulled it out, he saw drops of her drool pooling on the carpet. To show her how bad that was, he gagged her again with the handle, leaving her to feel just a little used. The next time she had to swallow anything for the Master, she knew to do so without complaint.
Besides, she wasn't going anywhere for awhile. And with her cuffs still in place, she wasn't going to be playing with anything.
Poor Jenni Lee. Does she get in trouble on purpose? It's hard to tell. But she looks so darn good in bondage, who's complaining?
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Scarlite Marie learns to submit
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When she came to femmeXotique, Scarlite Marie really wasn't sure about the whole submission thing. She's a large-and-in-charge type of girl, with multicolored hair, an amazing body and a wonderful personality.
But submissive? She just wasn't sure. But she WAS game.
We chatted through the changing room door, exchanging pleasantries, joking about the ever-present cold and generally getting to know one another. In a few minutes, out strides an Amazon. Scarlite had strapped on some huge boots and a leather corset, which served to enhance her already ample figure.
It also bolstered her confidence, which was to be put to the test. We added the chain mail collar and restraints, attached her to the dungeon door and proceeded to play with her as if she was a life-size toy doll.
First, to keep her quiet, we inserted a dental gag. That stretched her face and made her feel anything but glamorous.
As she twisted in her restraints, we gradually started undressing her, exposing those breasts, applying clamps and eventually some silk rope to give them a real squeeze.
Once Scarlite began to come to terms with the fact that this process required her to give in to every whim, to be photographed in odd positions and to open up for the camera, she began to fall in love with it.
From defiant young punk to submissive beauty, she made the transition. It was far from effortless, but she learned to love her restraints.
She loved it so much, we kept her around for several other scenes, which we'll add at a later date.
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Waxing Meg
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When you're on the road, sometimes it's any port in a storm. Meghann found that out when she stopped in at femmeXotique after several grueling days of travel and shooting.
So, what would we do with a lovely little road warrior? Why, shackle her with the chain mail restraints and cover her with wax.
Actually, Meg has one of those attention spans that requires constant input. We had just done a pretty set with some props she got in New Orleans. After a few minutes of shooting that, she was eyeing the candles burning nearby instead of watching the camera.
Seemed only right that she should get her wish.
Meg has spilled wax on her hand or a little on her arm, but she had never been helpless and had the hot, molten material spattering all over her body.
You'll see the shouts and the writhing as she is splattered with more and more wax. The camera even froze some of the translucent droplets as they made their way to her torso.
As the wax cooled, it tickled. And that was a real treat, because Meg HATES to be tickled. Finally, she was in a fetal position as she just couldn't take any more.
Then, it was time to make her wait to get rid of the wax. As it dried, it shrank, causing it to loosen in places. But still, Meg had to endure the tickling and the warmth of the wax.
It has been awhile since Meg asked to be on femmeXotique. Now, she has finally made it. (Actually, she made it twice, because we have a nasty little chair bondage sequence already on the site.)
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LeXXXis' reward
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As outlined in earlier "chapters" about LeXXXis Leigh's interlude at femmeXotique, she tried several first-time "tricks." She was surprised that there were so many things she hadn't experienced, even though she had done bondage and domination shoots for several years.
What was different about her femmeXotique experience, she said, was that it brought out real emotion. That came through the pain, all right, but also through the series of events that heightened her sensitivity, that gave her both a secure feeling and a fear that she just might fall over the edge into utter chaos.
Her double whammy with the zippers (one on breasts, the next on her swollen nether lips) had left her on an endorphin high that had her grinning like a mad woman as she saw her pictures. Choking her with a butt plug embedded in a leather gag turned her on like crazy. She loved it so much, she let it be done to her again as she watched herself drool in the photos.
Finally, it came time for her reward. But to make it truly memorable, it had to be a surprise. LeXXXis knew she would have to say "enough" for her next ordeal to end. She just didn't know what it would be. She begged to know if it would be another zipper, because she felt she might pass out this time. But she was given no answer at all.
Obediently, she padded back to the torture room, allowed herself to be blindfolded and cuffed again. Once she was blindfolded, her wrists and ankles were linked. She didn't know that those were not the locks she had seen next to the cuffs, but instead just the links used to hold chains in place. So, she never even thought about trying to free herself.
Finally, she had been allowed to anticipate long enough. A gigantic vibrator was jammed into her crotch and turned on. At first, she just gave a little grin, thinking this was just a tease. But it was to be her latest torment. She would have to admit that she could take no more before this device was removed.
After a few moments, it became clear she couldn't hold onto the vibrator in that position, so it was reversed, letting the vibrating pad rest against her clit. That set off an initial wave of orgasm that she thought would end the ordeal. Then, another hit. And another.
If you're a wonderful lover, you know what it's like to bring your woman to orgasm and orgasm. But this was a different and even more powerful experience, because LeXXXis was not just coming. She was testing herself to see how much she could come this way, to see what her orgasmic limits might be. And she was doing it for femmeXotique ... And for you.
Her body writhed and tensed as waves of sensations flooded through her. Her cries echoed against the hard plaster walls and off the harsh wood and metal devices in the room. Still, she lay there, blindfold in place, all senses deprived but one. Her face contorted beautifully. Her body stretched her bonds. And she came. And came. And came.
Afterward, she would say she thought it was only a couple of times. But looking at the photos, she realized that one orgasm blended into another and yet another, perhaps half a dozen or more, cascading through her system.
As she was wearing out, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the blindfold was ripped off her face, giving her a blast of light right into her eyes. That little element sent her rocking on her last round of screaming, twitching, groaning orgasms.
Then, after she cried enough, the vibrator was removed, but she wasn't released. No, she was to endure lots more before she left femmeXotique. The grin on her face showed her total willingness to give up her body and spirit if it would mean more intense sensations like what she had experienced thus far in the green-walled torture room.
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Jenni Lee's artful testing
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Somehow, Jenni Lee brings out the artist in photographers. Her dramatic features and well-toned body look wonderful in high-contrast light. And she's so darn willing to suffer for a great photo. (Heck, she'll suffer for a snapshot, so getting her to suffer a little while longer is no problem.)
So, after we finished with some pretty bondage shown in her first gallery here at femmeXotique, we took some time to try out some darker, more intense stuff.
Jenni is never one to back down from challenges, so she was definitely up for trying the new look. We hung her back on the cross and brought the lights down so she was spotlit against darkness. A blindfold kept her from seeing exactly what was going on, so she had to respond to voice commands for her movements, working hard to make the light she couldn't see fall just so on her face and figure.
All by itself, watching her work so hard to please was a trip. When she's in her bondage mode, this lady pretty much lives to make people happy.
As things went along, we tried various devices: the gags, the blindfold, clamps. Though each of these set-ups took much longer than in a typical bondage shoot, Jenni never offered a word of complain. She was totally compliant and quietly helpful. She's so used to heavy clamps that she thought the little scissor clips were nothing. Until we added another pair and then another pair. The combined intensity was far more than she expected.
And lying there as we blew up that gag to totally fill her mouth, she let not a whimper escape. Only her strained breathing and repeated attempts to swallow (to no avail) indicated her stress.
Well, Jenni Lee was, as usual, a joy to be around. She suffered indignity, pain and, at times, sheer boredom as we left her hanging during equipment changes. Never a word of complaint. Never a moment's hesitation when it came time for her to respond.
Isn't that what anybody would love to have in a slave?
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Fun in the limo
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It was a sweltering, late-spring night, the kind where your skin sticks to everything that isn't air conditioned. Where just sitting up takes effort if you aren't ensconced in air conditioned comfort.
So it was that Toni, a dirty-blonde bombshell who had an equally dirty mind, decided that a limo ride would be a perfect way to break in a new girl we had found. Beauty wasn't totally new. She had been a femmeXotique slave, suffering torment and humiliation with quiet humility. But she had never met Toni, and had no idea what she was to encounter.
She just knew she was to do as she was told.
That set up a truly hot evening for these two, as Toni had her way with the cute little slave.
When we picked up Beauty at her hotel, she came practically running out to the limo, breathless from having worked overtime and then rushed to get ready for us. She showed up just as she had been instructed: short, short dress with not a stitch on underneath. She knew that every part of her was to be available for anybody that night. And first would be Toni.
Toni was rather smitten by Beauty's quiet demeanor, but she did want a responsive partner. So, she simply grabbed Beauty by the hair and planted a long, fervent kiss. That lightened the mood, and showed us that Beauty wouldn't be a wooden slave here. She would respond when given the chance.
A little inspection showed Beauty to be totally clean and ready for action. Some nipple sucking again showed her physical response. (Of course, the way she squirmed on those leather seats provided another clue.) Then, she returned the favor, and Toni grinned with pleasure.
Then it was time for Toni to take charge. She laid Beauty down for a good fondling and licking, then turned her over.
That's when Beauty practically melted. Her lids dropped and her body slumped as Toni crammed more and more of her hand inside. Beauty hadn't expected such intensity, but she breathed not a word of complaint, accepting finger after finger after finger. Ultimately, most of Toni's hand was buried deep inside, as Beauty lay heaving on the seat.
When a slave has drenched the mistress' hand, what is the right thing do to?
Obviously, lick off the juices and thank the mistress by diving between her legs.
Beauty did just that, giving careful attention to Toni's every wish.
Later, Toni would collar her and put her through many more tests. But for the first half of the limo ride, Beauty had the opportunity to prove that she would submit to anything, collar or no collar.
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Toni meets the chair
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Did you ever have a new place? One with all the possibilities in front of you, and none of the little problems showing up? A place where your hopes for adventure and security were balanced about equally?
That's what Toni had: a brand new place, still unfurnished and totally open to the possibilities. And that's where we came in! Before she even had a chance to move in her furniture, we took over the place for her, stuffed her in a cage in what would be the dining room, and prepared the living room for a little trip on the fantasy rack.
You can see from the early photos that Toni was amused by all the attention, thinking that if this is bondage, what's the big deal. As she was stripped while still cuffed in the cage, she began to understand that things were out of her control.
Still, she liked the exposure and felt a bit titillated by the situation. Once the rack was set up for her, we transferred her to it, literally locking her into it with padlocks. Hmmm. Now, she's beginning to get the picture. We had told her to bring her toys with her, so she had brought along a little pouch of vibrators and such.
The largest, white vibrator we could find became the focal point of her ride on the rack. First, we teased her, showing her that she really had little choice but to squirm and flex against her bindings. Slowly, then, we inserted the vibe. By now, Toni was drenched, so the thing slide right in, bringing a sigh from her as she finally felt full after all the teasing.
While the vibrator was pulsing away inside her (that thing had some wonderfully long-lasting batteries), we added some nipple clamps and started the inversion process. With her head down, Toni was having trouble coming. The vertigo was too much. Nonetheless, she was having to clamp her thighs to keep the vibrator inside her. In one of the photos, you can see the indentations of the vibrator in her thigh, so hard was she squeezing the thing.
Those tight nipple clamps weren't getting her attention, so we added the clover clamps to her lower lips while she still had the vibrator inside. Now, that got her attention. She arched her back as much as she could, and took her breath in giants gulps.
Finally, she settled down, and we continued to tease her with her own vibrator. Eventually, though, we tired of the upside-down fun and games. Toni never uttered a word of complaint, just absorbing whatever use and abuse we handed out. So, we turned her upright, pulled out the vibrator.... And stuffed it in her mouth. Now, this is the stuff memories are made from.
Here's hoping you liked your apartment-warming party, Toni!
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Kat bends to Tesha's will
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When you're visiting somebody's home, you're supposed to exhibit perfect manners, no matter what they throw at you, right?
That seems to be Kat's modus operandi. After all, why else would she accept such treatment from Tesha? Kat's a big, powerful woman. She could break most men with ease.
But she has this submissive streak that comes out when a comely wench like Tesha bats her eyes.
After Kat had had a bit too much fun downstairs, she was sent up to the master suite to do a little penance. There, Tesha showed up with her pink rope to tie up her friend and administer a little TLC in the form of a good XXXX.
As Kat looked into her Tesha's eyes, she showed pretty much disdain for what was to follow. Big big and tough makes you that way. But as the knots were tightened and the reality sank in, Kat's demeanor softened. She just looked pleased, as if this was what she had planned all along. It was clear that Tesha was having fun, too, as she put her lips THIS close to Kat's time after time, almost allowing a little kiss.
Finally, it was time for the main event. A little butt-smacking excitement came first, followed by spins of a gigantic flogger. At first, the feeling had Kat purring. Then, she fell silent, her head gradually falling forward as the flogger took its toll. When it wasn't moving, that flogger felt so soft and smooth, it was hard to believe it could work its magic. But it did. Kat felt the pounding, knew she was there until her demeanor altered.
And slowly she accepted her fate, bending to Tesha's will.
But Tesha wasn't the only one whose will mattered. There was the mystery owner of this lovely abode.
So, Kat was relieved of her skirt and panties, shackled wrists to thighs and left in the room.
First she just stood there, awaiting whatever was to come. But a voice called to her to get on the bed.
She quickly tried to get herself into position for the Master. But without use of her hands, her balance was all off on the soft bed. She had to squirm and wriggle just to move a few inches.
About the time she thought she was all situated, she'd hear another order bellowed from downstairs. She sat up, lay down, rolled over. She felt like a puppet, doing whatever was called for. (Only later would she discover that the room was wired for sight and sound, sending her images downstairs to any who cared to see her humiliation.)
Finally, her position was deemed appropriate, her legs spread wide open, those beautiful rings exposed.
It was time for the Master to enjoy himself.
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Toying with Raven
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On days when her Master is coming home late, Raven knows to stay by the shuttered door of her cell, watching for him as he pulls in the driveway. On this day, the sun had nearly set, casting tiny slivers of light through the thick wood shutters, before Master's arrival.
Quickly, quickly, Raven assumed her position, knowing not to displease the Master. She was quite surprised to see that he had brought a friend. But she stayed right in place, hardly blinking. She so hoped that Master liked her outfit. He had commanded that she do something around the little camouflage skirt, so she had scoured the place for the rest of the outfit. Finally, her eyes had landed on the electrical tape that master often applied to keep various appliances in place. So, she made neat little X's on her nipples, hoping this would please Master.
Watching carefully for any indication that Master would want her to begin her performance, Raven felt the heat as blood rushed to her face. She wanted to fan herself, but she knew that would never do.
After minutes where her Master chatted with the stranger about her beauty and her subservience, Raven was finally given the go-ahead. She caressed herself, feeling all over her body, ultimately arriving at her clit, where she teased herself. Not to the point of coming. She knew better.
But apparently her wantonness bored Master, for he added handcuffs and told her to do better. First, Raven removed her panties. Then she tried to spread herself open to please Master and his friend. She jammed fingers inside herself. She pulled and tugged and finally elicited a little deeper breathing from Master.
The friend chuckled at her efforts and rummaged in Master's toy box. (Who WAS this man, and how did he know all about Master's toy box?) Out came some clothespins, which Master thought a grand idea. One on her tongue guaranteed she wouldn't be saying anything. Then, her breasts were framed. When she showed a little spunk and moved her tongue around, Master removed a couple from her breasts, to immobilize her tongue. The friend let out a deep laugh at that.
Raven knew she wasn't going to get away that easily, so she waited the next ordeal. After watching her tongue pins get dark with her saliva, Master removed them and added another, then pinned her pussy lips. At first, the sensation wasn't too bad. A gentle tugging. But gradually the springs of the pins dug the wood ever deeper into her skin, until there was a continuing sense of discomfort.
Master handed his friend a long green lacquered cane, to inspect her at a little closer range. The friend moved the pins apart and pronounced her satisfactory. (Satisfactory for WHAT?)
Still, Master wasn't entirely pleased.
So, he took out a fistful of metal from the dreaded toy box. This time, he clamped her lips with heavy metal. Then, he used light clamps, but lined them up in row after row.
Sitting back to enjoy the sight he had created, Master muttered something to his friend.
Raven's hands were released from overhead, so she could remove that tape herself. But she was told to be slow about it, so the pain would last longer. How did Master know these things? Raven loved the slow peeling away of the adhesive much more than the abrupt yank she normally received. Instead of one sharp bite, she would be feeling each time a tiny bit of adhesive let go of her nipple. Sensual, yet painful, the experience kept her mind off of the fact that she was doing all this for someone she didn't know as well as for her Master.
Within seconds, she was ordered to put her hands back over her head, although she would be allowed to keep them free of the cross behind her if she would stand still.
Master, knowing that Raven's breasts were full in anticipation of the night's feeding (he so loved her breast milk), used tiny scissor clamps to squeeze her tender nipples nearly to the point of lactating. That, it seemed, was one pleasure he would keep for himself. But he hooked the last portion of the Y-shaped array directly to her clit, almost making her jump.
Then, he twirled the chains to see if she would respond. Carefully, Raven balanced as her one leg was raised again. The stranger was below her waist, spreading open her pussy as Master tugged on the clit-grasping clamps.
Raven let out a sigh.
Whatever Master had in mind, it was clear that this would take awhile. So, Raven went deeper and deeper into herself, becoming the perfectly attuned submissive, listening to Master's every whispered word. Where would this lead?
Raven didn't know. But she knew she was happy. Happy to be serving her Master, even happy to be shown off for this stranger who never addressed her directly.
And happy to know that her night was likely to last a long, long time.
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Meg's dungeon torment
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Sometimes, a rowdy model just has to be slowed down a little, so we can capture the nuances of her torture. And every little sub has her own weaknesses. That's what makes them each so special. After we hot-waxed little Meghann, she was pretty much bouncing off the walls, showing no sign of settling down. That's when we pulled out an old leather chair, plunked her down and started tying. We looped the black rope through her wrist cuffs and collar, then wrapped her up tight. A little sensory deprivation (very quiet in the dungeon, please, Meg can't see a thing, and we want to make sure she can't tell what we're doing, either. Every little rustle of clothing had her twitching. Meghann is not usually tied up like this, so she was nervous about every sound. Ultimately, we took the blindfold off, which she much appreciated, but we added some nipple clamps, which she didn't. Those tender nipples do NOT respond well to the clamps. As we said, some have weaknesses. Nipples are a sore spot for Meg. It's remarkable, though, how still she was with the clamps on. Each move amplified her discomfort. Then, we decided it was time for the crop. By playing with the chain, we had her very, very concerned about her fate. A few taps on the engorged nipples had her shouting. But she finally came to terms with her torment, as she accepted the leather caress of the riding crop. A little adrenaline rush goes a long way, though, when you're a little girl not used to such treatment. By the time she was quivering in her chair, both from the chill and her nerves, we relented and released her wrists. Of course, she had to earn her freedom, so we made her figure out how to get out of the ropes by herself, which, as you can see, was easier said than done.
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Using Estelle
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Estelle's trip to femmeXotique came under an unusual circumstance.
She got on the plane knowing this was going to be one of her toughest weekends ever, that she would be challenged in ways that had never happened before, at least on camera.
Breaking through her little tough girl demeanor isn't easy. Estelle has that down pat. She's a pretty and muscular little girl who simply takes no nonsense in her day-to-day life. She looks ravishing in expensive fashions. And she really enjoys high-class gatherings.
But underneath it all, she just wants somebody to take her home, strip her down and rough her up.
It's not that she's oblivious to the pain and the humiliation. The sting of the floggers, single tail and crop all got deep, visceral responses from her. But all those implements accomplished the one thing Estelle craved: They took her mind off all she SHOULD be and made her feel something right here, right now. That was, she was totally in the moment, riding the waves of pain, gasping for air, twisting and turning to avoid the worst of some blows, braving others.
For Estelle, this whipping was a relief, a release.
It took awhile for the XXXX to take effect. At first, she just stood there, proud and haughty, convinced that she was going to remain above it all. But in the darkened room, with only the camera to capture her true feelings, she gradually began to give in to the sensations.
As those pretty little tits absorbed blow after blow, they pinkened, showing stripes and individual marks from the flogger's tips. Her entire torso went from a porcelain white to a glowing pinkness that showed just how many blows were aimed there.
Then, it happened. One blow came a little too close to another, and her composure cracked. After that, it was all drama, all the time.
Estelle's ever-expressive face lost its poker veneer, and started to reflect how she was really feeling. After each smack, each abrasion to her flesh, she would let out a hard breath, trying to absorb the sensations without letting them overwhelm her.
But overwhelm her they did. Her twisting, hiding behind her arms and trying to avoid blows only caused the intensity to be ramped up.
Estelle, ever the talented actress, claimed she could cry on cue. So, we taunted her through this: "Cry," we said. "Cry, and we'll stop the torture. Or give in. We'll stop when you say to stop."
She just looked around, dazed, trying to bring tears.
But her concentration kept being disrupted by stinging blows to her body. Fake tears wouldn't come, and her pride kept her from admitting it.
Instead, her face contorted, her body literally turned red and her mind went numb.
Estelle fought the feelings, but she couldn't win against them. Ultimately, she just gave in to the fact: She was there, and we were going to use her till we used her up. Just as she had been promised.
Her beating lasted a long, long time. But finally, she was XXXX and unable to respond. Only then did we ask her if she'd had enough. She merely nodded, quietly smiling. "I tried to cry," she whispered. "I did all I could, but I just couldn't do it."
As we headed out to a late dinner, she was asked to share her feelings about the ordeal. "I felt pretty used," she said. "At one point, I wondered if you were ever going to let up on that one nipple, 'cause it was really hurting. Yeah, pretty used."
"Well, wasn't that a good thing? Don't you like to be used."
"Yeah, I like it, but I'd never done anything like this on camera before," she explained.
With that, she huddled against the car door, her mind racing as her body still responded to the whipping. But there was a little smile on her lips as she remembered being used until she couldn't take any more.
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Angelique's quiet submission
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When Angelique Kithos, the DC-area model who's equally adept at a number of genres, showed up at the old farmhouse we were using as a studio-away-from-home, it was clear that she was prepared to play the role of pure submissive.
From her tiny voice to her downcast eyes, there was no question but that she had worked herself into a state where she'd simply fall into any role needed.
Kithos' long, lean body begs to be photographed. Clothing seems such a waste on her. So, she was placed on the landing at the top of the stairs, and given very few instructions, at least to start. Her quick eyes analyzed the windowlight and the texture of the old walls around her. She almost instantly fell into position where the light would fall prettily on her form.
After a series where she was simply naked and ready, the ball gag and lock were added to make it clear that she was, indeed, a subbie.
Her eyes showed her alertness to her situation. What would be asked of her next?
This time, it was very little. She had to be eye candy and not much more.
But what a pleasure it is to have a gal like this ready, willing and able to bend her will to yours. To let you drink in her beauty, as she stands there nude and willing. And to stand in the light, in reverse prayer, just waiting for you to tell her what to do next.
Yes, Angelique knows how to play the role of a submissive far too well for there not to be an element of truth in the performance.
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Sasha Monet: What a treat to find in your room
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Let's get the preliminaries out of the way first: Sasha Monet is a beauty. She is persnickety in how she presents herself. She's also raw, rambunctious and sexy as hell. What sort of problem could that be? Well, when you're doing a solo bondage set of her, she's so ready to go that the real trick is in slowing her down. Since she lives fast and thinks fast, it isn't easy to get her into a slow groove.
So, being the cantankerous sort, that's precisely the shoot Sasha got to do. With her energy level on high, Sasha breezed in to the hotel. We had shot before. The Sasha set in our g/g section was from her first set of fetish shoots. She literally learned the ropes from femmeXotique. As she came in, she was brimming with energy, had tons of outfits and practically bubbled over with her excitement at her success as a bondage model. She had been on the covers of "Skin Two" and "DDI" magazines in the same month.
Leave it to a devious fetish shooter to go for the flip side. After we did a few pretty things (You can see them on http://www.femmefete.com), Sasha got her orders. Put on the pale blue shirt and wait for more instructions. Fine. She perched on the bench at the end of the bed, behaving well as befits a bondage queen. As the strobe went off a few times, she revealed the little chink in her armor that would cause her problems. She couldn't keep from watching what was happening.
Sasha was cuffed, she was clamped, she was bared for prying eyes (a huge sliding glass door was nearby, with loads of traffic). And every few minutes, she would have to see what was going to happen next. What's a bondage photographer to do with a willful slave? Right: Whip out the blindfold.
The first time, Sasha's face was relatively clear of her auburn tresses. Later, much less care was taken, so her face was itching with the hair being pushed up under her nose and into her eyes. You'd think that would teach her, but no. Sasha was placed face-down on the bed, with her hands locked behind her, criss-crossed with her ankles. She was surprised that she had so much strain in her back to keep the position. It looks really easy, but it's just the opposite for lots of models.
After another blindfold set, she was allowed to sit up, with handcuffs hooking her ankles and wrists. New clamps and, yes, the blindfold, added to the amusement.
But then it was time for her to put on a little fetish fashion show. First the rope, which she ultimately wedged even more tightly between her lower lips. (A sure sign a change was needed.) Then, the chaps, which looked great and exposed all the right stuff. Again, she couldn't keep her gaze down, so the blindfold was needed. As she played with herself, her breathing began to come in shudders. As she gasped, she was asked if she was enjoying herself, giving us all this show. "Yes, sir," she whispered.
That was almost enough to let her go ahead and come. Almost.
So, Sasha went back to her bench, to await her next set of orders.
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Sharon's front yard display
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After Sharon's clothespins and clamps episode, we moved inside to allow her a little break. This was, after all, her first bondage experience. Just as we walked in the door, Sharon clutching her clothes, we heard a noise: the mailman driving up in front of the house.
She looked sort of sheepish, wondering just how much he had seen of her.
That planted the idea: What if she were exposed out in that front yard, where only an open wooden fence separated her from the public street? So that's what we did a few minutes later.
First, Sharon was hogtied on a towel, her back to the road so she couldn't see if anything or anybody was coming. Like a good little slave girl, she lay there, not making a complaint. She wasn't the most flexible of models, since those elbows simply would not touch. But she maintained the tight position (for her) without a whimper.
Even the neighborhood cat came over to take a look at her. Of course, she missed it because her body was rolled the other direction.
Adding a penis gag gave Sharon something else to keep her mind occupied. Such a small girl's mouth engulfing that huge gag was a pleasure to see. But it was almost as much fun to see the rope marks and to watch her spread for the camera. As she stayed wide open, she was permitted to remove the gag.
Then, one of Sharon's least favorite things: the crop. She really did not like that thing, so a few taps were enough to send her into virtual paralysis, awaiting the next blow with dread. But a stiff-as-a-board model is only amusing so long.
So, Sharon got her taste of a brutal crotch-rope.
Standing her up under the rose arbor, we ratcheted that rope tighter and tighter, pulling the skin on her belly and increasing the pressure in her crotch. As the pressure mounted, she smiled ever so slightly. That was when she was told that the ordeal would be over only when she could take no more. Inch by inch, the rope was shorted, with Sharon unable to stand any taller. Eventually, she rested her face on the rope, hoping to find some position that didn't hurt. Finally, a tug that pulled several inches of rope, lifting her nearly off her feet. That brought a grimace you would have sworn was a smile, except that it was accompanied by "Enough!" Later, she would admit that that brought a tear to her eye.
Since Sharon obviously was getting more turned on by the moment (those nipples just about pulsed), we went back to the towel for a final round of clothes pin therapy.
First, the little tit, getting a ring of pins and one right on the nipple. That didn't do much to her, so we relocated them to her crotch. Still sore from her rope experience, Sharon nonetheless accepted the pins with nary a complaint. She posed and exposed herself with her entire vaginal opening clamped shut by the pins.
The real truth of Sharon's predicament became painfully obvious after the pins were removed and she opened her legs wide.
This public humiliation had turned her on. She claims to this day that she did not like bondage, that she will never do it again.
But in the moment, the idea of being out among strangers, exposed and abused so anyone passing by could see her, had turned this devoted wife (see the giant rock she wears throughout) into a bondage slut. Her mind may have been telling her "no, no," but her body was saying "more, more."
The final chapter of Sharon's "torment" shows what happened when she was offered more. Instead of running home to hubby, she stuck around for another round. Stick around for Sharon's finale, which nobody's seen before.
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Lori's anal adventure
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When last we saw Kayce and Lori, young Lori had Kayce turned upside down, using a dildo on her for all she was worth.
Well, morning has come, and Kayce isn't one to forget. Understand that Kayce liked the rough play, but she wasn't about to let Lori get away with it, at least not completely.
So, the girls are lounging about in Lori's room, getting ready to head out. But Kayce's devious mind is at work again.
She remembers a neat purple device she has stashed away for special times. And she knows that Lori's pretty easy in the mornings. Kayce moves up behind Lori, fondling her, getting very sweet and touchy-feely. Then, she pinches Lori's nipple, hard. Lori melts.
Kayce lays Lori down on the bed and begins an inspection from behind. Lori has no idea what Kayce has in mind. After all, the two have traded licks everywhere before. But Kayce decides it's time for Lori to venture into new territory. After a nice, long ass licking, Kayce has had enough. First, she fingers Lori's ass, causing the now-supine Lori to sigh.
That's all Kayce needs. Out comes the pretty purple butt plug. A little lube, and it's ready for that pretty, tight ass. Kayce makes the experience last, a little nudge, then another, until finally the purple plug is perfectly place in Lori's butt.
Kayce demands that Lori stand up. She does, holding her invaded rear, as if to say "no more, please no more." Kayce demands a kiss and gets it. Still, Lori looks unsure of what is next.
The devious-minded redhead is through, though, for the moment. She has Lori bend over one more time, removes the plug and then puts it right under Lori's nose, so she can inhale her own ass.
That last picture is a grab shot, where Lori let down her guard just long enough to show what she was really thinking: "Thank goodness that's over."
At least for now.
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JoLeann, hot and bothered
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There's something about bringing out the submissive side in a model. A side that nobody really knew was there.
That's why shooting with JoLeAnn is such a pleasure. If you saw her in her "real" life, you'd see a little dynamo who deals with day-to-day life as a hotshot office manager.
But get her behind closed doors, and she'll just as likely want to be your personal slave, open to any kind of kinky delights you can come up with. It's just that not too many of her guys have understood this. So, JoLeAnn is fertile ground for fantasy role-playing.
That's why we told her to go to a local hotel, get undressed and wait for us in a blue smock. She's new to this game, so it's hard for her to stay in character. She keeps steeling furtive glances. But she knows she'll be cuffed and locked down, for inspection.
What she doesn't expect is for there to be this glass dildo that will shine light up side of her, illuminating her bright pink interior, which stands out in such contrast to her dark, chocolate skin.
Usually, it takes a little lubrication to slide the thing into an unprepared pussy. But JoLeAnn has been dripping at the thought of her inspection, so the thing slides right in, giving us a magnified peek inside. We play with it, moving it around, taking our time as she's spread out on the bed. With many women, this would be an awkward quiet, as they are open for display. But not with her. She just lies there with a little smile on her face, thinking maybe that she always knew she had a pretty pussy, but this is just confirmation.
After she is subjected to a thorough viewing, from front and rear, top and bottom, her wrists are released. She immediately takes the dildo and shoves it back inside, giving herself the pleasure that was only hinted at when she was tied down.
But after her pleasure, she finds there's payback.
So, she's told "on your knees." Obviously, she complies. After all, she got turned on by the last round.
But this time, it's her asshole that gets the attention. You can see that this was nowhere near as pleasant an experience. But she soldiered through, taking the smooth glass balls deeper and deeper into her back door, as she bent over, hands cuffed behind her.
Finally, we just left her there for awhile, watching her squirm, but not daring to take the dildo out before she was given permission. After all, she had no idea what kind of punishment she might get for that.
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Kat's fetish strip
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A nationally ranked body builder, Kathy Johansson was delving into some kinky stuff when we met. And that work out just right for us.
Give the girl a leather waist cincher, wicked thigh-highs and a set of undies that don't do much to hide anything, and she's all purry Kat, not glam Kathy. With just the least bit of encouragement, she will slide out of that nearly transparent bra, to reveal those DD breasts. The muscles ripple as she works her way out of the panties, holds them to her face for a nice, long moment, and teases by biting on them before casting them aside.
Those long, lean legs fill out the stockings. And her high, high heels make her close to 6-4.
But the most pleasant surprise from the strip is those lovely rings piercing her tender flesh. The nipple ring gives her a nice punctuation, but the hanging clit rings speak of the wild side she hides so well.
A little naughtiness has to be rewarded, so Kat gets to wear a chainmail choker and cuffs. Her hands look so nice resting on those giant breasts, a little chain works fine to keep them there.
Then, it's time to decorate the lady.
First, some nice, hard nipple clamps, tightened enough to make her jump, but not enough to bring tears. Then, some new all-metal and chain clamps get attached to the nether rings, stretching her out for better view.
Just as a body builder would, she stands and shows off her adornments, basking in the flash of lights and the attention. As she sits and spreads, it's clear the process is pleasing her as much as it is us. The gal really is a show-off.
When she thought everything was done, we tried one more fun trick and attached the clit rings to her nipple ring with the new chain. That kept her in a rather awkward position, because the waist cincher didn't allow her to bend much.
But what a sight: A world-class body-builder hunched over and exposed, looking a little concerned about our next set.
And she did it all just because she was told to. Isn't it amazing how many guises domination and submission come in? Kathy is strong, Kat is hot. And the little sex kitten is a wonderful subbie.
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Testing Traci, too
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That little Canadian Minx Traci Tropics is usually bubbly, talkative and utterly irrepressible.
But sometimes, it's nice to have some quiet time with somebody.
That's what we have on this second testing of Traci.
She had learned from earlier bondage photos that chatter wasn't part of the mix. And that a little pain was coming her way. Yet, she agreed to another testing because it's so foreign to her usual life.
Setting her up against the cross, we just started out enjoying the vision of this little blonde stripped naked and ready to please us. And a delight for the eyes she was.
It didn't take her long to get into the mood. Some cuffs (and hooking them to the chains behind her) helped to enhance her vulnerability.
Then, Traci was told to assume a number of positions, all without aid of her hands. Because of her fitness and strength, she was able to unfold her legs, move around and ultimately settle in a new position where many people would have been foundering.
The silver clamps were a surprise to her. She had played with them before the set began. But having them hang off her nipples like that was exquisite torture. Traci's nips are ultra-sensitive, so the pressure was agony.
Once we understood just how much we could get to her, we obviously went back for more. The tiny clips provided an intense sensation, but their removal is what really got her going.
Since she was blindfolded, she could only guess at what we were going to do next. This time, it was the huge clamps she had endured before, only this time the weights were going to take their full effect as she sat there. Previously, we had let her hold the chain in her teeth to alleviate the pressure. But this time, it was all on her nipples.
As you can see, she had a very nice reaction as the blood flowed back, causing her to clutch her breasts, letting out a deep sigh of breath she hadn't known she was holding.
Her nipples were like rocks from the attention, but we weren't done yet.
Traci had never felt the bit of a whip or the sting of a flogger. So, we turned her around and gave her a few lessons in how to handle this different type of pain.
Her delicately marked flesh glowed in the light, but she is one of those fast healers on whom the marks from a good whipping fades quickly.
For that reason,laying down the lacework of switch marks and then turning her back and ass pink from the XXXX took some effort. If she had been easy to mark, she never would have had to suffer so many lashes with the various whips and floggers.
But who's complaining?
The result, as you can see, is a woman who has achieved a different state of being, a quietness and calm that she seldom experiences. Her entire attention on the sensations and experiences she has felt, Traci could hardly whisper a thank you. But thank us she did.
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Giovanna's whipping post
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Over a two-day period, Giovanna showed her ability to handle all kinds of torment. Even after the first day didn't go too well because she had too much on her mind, she was practically bouncing with enthusiasm for the second day's shooting.
Because we had discussed it the previous day, she knew it was going to end with a whipping, administered by numerous devices. Because she has done serious hard-core work with folks like Anabolic films, she figured this would be easy, so she was grinning and giggling when she showed up.
Earlier in the evening, we did some figure work, some artistic XXXX of her and some intense breath play, where she nearly XXXX (More on that in a later update). We downloaded images, let her see what we'd accomplished.
Then, it was time for the XXXX she had waiting for her.
Still naked from her earlier shoots and now a lot quieter, Giovanna slowly walked up to the bondage cross where she would be cuffed. She silently offered her wrists, and didn't flinch as her hands were bound over her head. She eyed the camera as it was set to capture the action. And she squinted into the light that would provide the detail for the shoot.
As she was being positioned for best shadows, she looked up and in a small voice, she asked: "Are you going to hurt me now?"
"Isn't that what you came for?"
"Yes, but I'm tired."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No."
"Being tired will mean you won't have to suffer as much, because you'll react better."
"I guess you're right."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir."
With that, the XXXX started. Slowly at first, a few stiff impacts to get her attention, but mostly just enough to tingle her nipples. It didn't take long for her face to betray the sensations she was receiving. The continued onslaught to her breasts gradually pinkened them. Giovanna is not one to mark up easily, so her skin just soaked up the blows.
But her mind was obviously going elsewhere. Her looks at the camera showed she was aware that as long as it could keep capturing photos, she was going to suffer. When the single tail caught the tip of her right nipple, her body convulsed with the pain.
Still, Giovanna stood there, hands reaching over her head, her body the target for the various leather implements.
After awhile, her constant head-tossing had pushed her hair all in her face. And her constant back-talk was getting annoying. A little bondage tape took care of both. It also gave a clear shot for some final blows to that beautiful little body.
If Giovanna had been tired before her ordeal, she was XXXX afterward. She staggered off to the bedroom to recuperate.
About 20 minutes later, she was in the computer room, admiring herself in her pain, pointing out which pictures captured her as she almost called a halt to the punishment.
She had achieved a new endorphin high. As she sipped her designer water and watched herself being beaten, she smiled in appreciation. That was her. That was real.
Giovanna was tired, but better yet, she felt whipped and used. What a fitting end to her day.
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Dollyesque: Luscious in leather, pretty in pain
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Dollyesque was feeling full of herself when her master brought her to the dungeon. In fact, she was sashaying around as if she owned the place. Let's just say that attitude had to change.
Of course, we enjoyed her efforts to distract us from the paid that lay ahead for her. But there's no way we could let her know.
Instead, we sternly gave her orders for how she was to show off, what she was supposed to do and when she was supposed to stop. (The girl was just having too much fun; that would have to wait.)
Soon, she learned that her efforts not only didn't help her any, they actually were adding to her torment for the rest of the session. As with many women with pierced nipples, Dollyesque loathes nipple clamps. So, we pulled out the clovers, perhaps her least favorite, and put them on perpendicular to her piercings. That gave her an extra measure of pain, because the metal was pushing back.
Making her pull up those firm breasts using the clamps chain was a lot of fun. She started out looking cross, but we told her to smile because it makes her look younger. (She's plenty attractive without smiling, but what were we going to say?)
So, Dollyesque smiled through the pain at almost every turn. Isn't it great when a slave does stuff like this?
Just when she thought things were getting better, she was told to remove the clamps and put them on her pussy instead. Ouch! Once the shock of the sensation wore off, she started riding the endorphins and smiled prettily for the camera.
Next step: Take them off of the pussy and put them back on the nipples.
Because of the handcuffs, the process was awkward and extra-painful. But Dollyesque kept going till she had those little buggers transferred. Because she couldn't get her hands turned properly, she was stuck with putting the clovers right on the tips of her nipples, the most sensitive spot.
Once there, we had her play with them some more. Handing them to her so she could hold the chain in her mouth gave her a bit of panic, but she worked through it.
Finally, she was asked if she wanted them off. She nodded politely. So, we started pulling on the chain till they came off of first her left nipples, then her right.
In the end, it was all Dollyesque could do to turn up the corners of her mouth. You couldn't really call it a smile, but it was all she could muster.
Hmmm... Where's the glass? (Just a hint of what's to come.)
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Dreaming in the Park
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Estelle, that cute little gal whose pouty lips and perky tits are irresistible, also has an imagination that won't quit. So, on a boring trip through the park, her mind drifted to one of her fantasies.
She had been abused the night before by a Master whom she'd never met before. But her desire for abuse and humiliation had not been quenched. Maybe it never would.
What would happen if that guy over there with the camera was really a Master? Maybe he would take her home and train her?
Her head began to rush with thoughts of how she could be used. How about some teasing? First, the Master would make sure she had a good look around, so she could see what just might happen to her. The cage, the cross, the whips. All for her, if she was patient.
First, she was bound to the cross, those cute little overalls pulled down, along with her panties. Exposing her pussy that way gave Estelle chills. She so hoped the Master would treat her this way.
Moments later, shreds of her t-shirt hung around her hips. Finally nude from the breasts down, she awaited the next abuse, which would come in the form of a ball gag. She hated gags, but she knew men loved to see her with one in her mouth. That's because she's a little drool factory, soaking through the red sweater and all down her belly, the drool collecting along her pussy.
The chill from that drying made her squirm. Would the Master understand her humiliation and make her do this? Of course he would.
But humiliation wasn't all she would suffer. Serrated plastic clips were placed on her tits and down her sides, just to keep her attention. And the gag went back in when she smart-mouthed the Master.
After a bit, the master would, she knew, want to go on to something different.
So, she was finally rid of the pins and gag. But still, her body was beautiful with her drool streaming down it. And her tit was perfect with the indentations and pinkness that came from the clips.
Not to mention a drop of spit hanging from it.
What would this master want from her next? Estelle didn't know. But she was looking forward to it.
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Until we meet again ... Sister Dee
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This was the last of our shoot with Sister Dee at the farm. She'd already had loads of fun, inside and out (pun intended). Now, she donned the little tutu and took a good pounding from the dick on a stick.
As you can see, the young lady relished having that pussy filled by the giant dick. Her priceless expressions show just how much she got into the scene.
First, we strung her up, using rope to hold her hands and one foot off the ground, making her balance precariously as she suffered indignity after indignity. The whole time, she seemed to be seriously amused by her situation.
But that amusement gave way to appreciation. That dick on a stick became her support as she was ticked spread eagle on the porch swing. What a sight as she rode higher and higher, each time caught by the dildo.
In the end, we had a worn-out but happy Sister Dee. Happy enough that we got together for another round at Brushwood a while later.
It's good to make the models happy, even if it takes some serious abuse to do so!
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Crystal in the strait jacket
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Look who's back! Crystal Frost hadn't had enough abuse in her last naked set in the dungeon, so we gave her some more attention.
Placed into a strait jacket, Crystal looked especially charming. The front of the leather apparatus is cut so the breasts are exposed above those encased arms. That, of course, made them special targets for scrutiny.
After a few whacks with the crop, we pulled out some wood clamps. These things are so strong, you can hang from them, so it would be interesting to see how Crystal dealt with them squeezing her soft breasts.
At first, she thought she wouldn't be able to handle them, but she did pull through and managed the pain quite well. However, all those endorphins running through her system did not do much to stop her from feeling the sting of the crop, especially when it was used on those already-tortured breasts.
Watch her squirm and wiggle in an effort to lessen the pain.
But being the bondage slut she is, Crystal says she loves to be tied up and played with. This wasn't "tied up" in the traditional sense, but she was definitely defenseless.
Check out the marks those clamps left on her tender tits.
The beating continued with a slapper, which got her excited so she started to make a puddle on the chair.
Our answer? Turn her around and put her head right into the mess she was making. You can see between her legs how her nipple was responding to the XXXX.
We eventually left her, head down, ass up as we prepared another round of torture for her.
Crystal is, after all, a deserving little subbie. So, we had to give her lots of attention.
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Bonus: Traci Tropics ... 'You can leave your mask on'
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All during her stay at femmeXotique, Traci Tropics had showed a rather aggressive attitude. She endured severe nipple torture. She was bound to a cross, chained in place and even flogged. But she still showed this stubborn streak.
Surprisingly, the one thing that got to her was confinement. When we shoved her back into the cage, she tried to put up a brave front, but it was clear that the stiffness in that spine was weakening.
As the daylight faded, we left her in the cage to think about her misdeeds. Awhile later, we came back, turned on a spotlight to blind her. All she could see was black and the spotlight. That's when we started barking out orders. We had her pose in different ways, and then we told her to take off that cute outfit.
"You can leave your mask on," we told her, and she complied slowly and hesitantly.
Eventually, she was nude, cowering under the bright light, but most of her in shadow. We made sure she turned into the light so we could capture her humiliation.
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Bonus: Girls will play with girls
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When you go to various group shoots, you get to meet up-and-coming models, ladies who haven't really done much in the way of posing. Surprisingly enough, lots of them loosen up in the presence of other models.
So.... When Tlicious1 (that's what she calls herself) came in to shoot during a gathering in Toledo, we only had a few minutes. Getting her out of most of her clothes didn't take long. And getting her to cuddle up with my buddy MoyMoy took about a nanosecond of convincing.
In all, we only did a handful of photos, but it definitely opened Tlish to a much wider world.
This set is up here because of a member's request. He saw that I had shot pictures of the lady over on Model Mayhem and asked to see more.
For that reason, this is today's update, but we'll have more, more, more during the week.
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Ela Stone goes for fetish glam
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These days you don't see Miss Ela doing much fetish modeling. That's a real shame. Here we get to see her strutting her stuff in chaps, leather and chain top and using a rose flogger, slapper and other implements.
Whether it's in the shadows or highlighted by the late-afternoon sun, Ela is a sight for sore eyes.
(Hint: She has more to come.)
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Jamie gets buzzed
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There's something interesting about some of these fetish models. (Yeah, I know we're not supposed to give away secrets of the business.) Some of them really don't want to come on set. Yeah, have an orgasm. The big O.
Instead, they'll take damn near any punishment you can devise for them.
That's kind of where Jamie Knotts comes in. She wasn't big on the whole XXXX orgasm thing, so she shied away from the vibrator. That's when we offered her some options. First, we bound her and exposed her pussy. Then, we attached the weighted clamps again.
She looks great with those pussy lips stretched like that, as you saw in the crotch rope session. But this time, there was no rope to hide what was happening ... and she was looking luscious. Apparently, those sore pussy lips couldn't handle that and she cried uncle.
We gave her the option of the vibrator, and she took it.
You could see the wheels spinning. It was going to be external, so she thought she could squirm her way out of it. And she did for awhile. But you can see the truth in her body. Look for the pointed toes, for her chewing on her lip, for her trying to hide her face by looking toward the ceiling.
She tried all her tricks, but she couldn't escape the truth: The vibrator won.
Sometimes things just work out, don't they.
(Note to the Jamie fans, and you know who you are ... There will be XXXX of her hooded and vibed as well as a bunch of outtakes from the sessions coming in July and August.)
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Cherry spices up the morning
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There are definitely some things to learn about shooting bondage photos out here in Arizona. First, Cherry Spice was given the option of selecting her shooting time. "How about 8 a.m.?" she asked. Gulp. Back east, the only way you got most models at that hour is if they had stayed up all night.
Then there's the light. Even with the blinds drawn on the shade side of the building, there was so much light bouncing around, we didn't need any artificial light at all.
Also, there's the attitude. Cherry was truly having fun both with the little lace "bondage" outfit and the plastic wrap. Immobilizing her and moving her around on the bed was no sweat. She didn't complain one iota.
The entire process of getting to know Cherry was a delight. We're planning for many more adventures ... shall we say a little edgier than this one?
But let's face it: Cherry's one elegant find here in the desert.
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Down the hatch, Lauren
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Lauren, the lovely lady from Russia who has appeared here once before, didn't stop with her royal cage show. She did more posing for the site. And calls for her sets have ended up nearly as loud as those for more Nadia.
So, here's another round of Lauren, where she shows off her deep throat expertise as well as her lovely body.
More than anything, Lauren liked to show off. She loved the attention, and that seemed to lead her to try most anything we asked of her.
Her outfit of mesh top and black tutu, coupled with below-the-knee boots was wild and crazy goth, as was her makeup. But once she was handcuffed for awhile, she proved to be truly compliant.
That's a nice combo for photos, as you'll be able to see.
Enjoy this set. There are at least two more we'll be sharing here in coming weeks.
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