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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Crystal's armbinder predicament

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The good news is that Crystal Frost is back. There is no bad news.

Crystal puts it simply. She came back to doing bondage shoots because she likes "getting tied up and played with." Who couldn't love an attitude like that?

So, when she buzzed through Ohio to visit friends, she stopped by for a little "playing with." Things didn't go exactly as she planned, but she certainly seemed to like it.

Instead of rope, we used a leather armbinder. Instead of tying her feet, we just pulled her panties down on her thighs, so her movement was limited.

Funny thing, she forgot to take off her glasses before we started. They looked so cute, no matter how much she pleaded, we left 'em on her!

Crystal seemed to enjoy the restrictiveness, but when the thin crop came out, she became a little apprehensive. A few smacks with it, and she knew this little implement was serious. You could see the wheels turning, as she started to move away from it. That just brought on a few really intense whacks, and she learned fast not to shrink from the punishment.

We abused her breasts, her butt, her thighs and her pussy. We gave her a nice red glow all over. And as much as she kept flinching, her body gave her away.

Those erect, wonderful nipples were pointing skyward, asking for some attention. So, we used them for a crop rack as we changed camera positions and got her ready for more abuse.

Crystal sure was relieved when this set ended, but she had plenty more to come.

Tongue baths with Kayce and Lori

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There are some days in the life of a photographer when it's obvious that things are not going to go according to plan. And sometimes, that's just perfect.

Case in point: The Kayce and Lori caper. Two chicks from DC. They needed some pictures. No problem. Get to the room by 10 a.m. They'll be ready. No problem.

Get to the room by 10 a.m., they're not ready. Problem? Not really.
Because after a few minutes of makeup and hijinx, these two minxes showed why they weren't dressed yet. After a little French kissing and groping, Lori grabbed Kayce's tongue between her teeth and just wouldn't let go. That's when the fun started.

Kayce threw Lori down on the unmade bed, and proceeded to lick her top to bottom. It didn't take long for Kayce to have her head buried between Lori's café au lait thighs. Being the naughty oral babe, Kayce wound up with a tongue full of Lori's juices, which she dribbled back out, then went back for more.

Sometimes, a photographer just has to let things go. This was one such time. Besides, the gals didn't seem to care that the flash was going off. Finally, the moment of truth came for Lori. Kayce kept sucking on Lori's clit till Lori just exploded.

The sweet kissing after the orgasm seemed to be the end. But no. Lori decides to return the favor. They take a quick look at the clock. Almost time for lunch. Let's work in one more orgasm, how 'bout it?

Lori brought a bit of devilment to the dalliance, pulling out a little "toy" that emphasizes the fun part of a sex toy. It didn't take her long to dig into Kayce's pussy, though, getting six fingers inside and stretching Kayce out till she had to ask for mercy. (That did take awhile, 'cause Kayce was having fun.) Then, the little vibrator on the clit kept Lori's mouth buzzing for a bit. Just when Kayce was about to come, Lori started using her hands, and Kayce reached down to guide her. In seemingly no time, Kayce's orgasm had her writhing all over the bed.

Lori, quite proud of herself, refused to stop stimulating Kayce and had her nearly XXXX, hands in the air, until another wave of orgasms crested and fell.

Gee, anybody want some lunch? And, gals, I sure hope you didn't need any fashion photos!

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Je C's dungeon delight

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Je C, a cute little thing from Detroit City, loves it tight. Rope, spaces, cuffs. OK, she doesn't like her clamps tight. (As if...)

When she rolled into town this week, I had her bed all set up for her ... in the dungeon. This update is the first portion of the evil that we did to the happy little camper. She makes faces and struggles, but you can tell she loves being tied up, locked tight and played with.

One of Je C's greatest talents is her ability to drool all over herself and everything around her. At one point, she had palms full of drool, as she was trying to catch it to keep it from getting all over her. And why was she drooling so much?

Let's just say that one of the gags didn't taste so good. Yuck, latex that burns!

So, we gave her a break and some mouth wash. Oops. She forgot what the mouthwash would do for any further gagging, such as the bit gag or the dental gag. If her mouth was open with a gag, the girl was gushing!

But she does, indeed, like her bindings tight. Yet, she also loves the struggle. Getting free of one particularly simple tie made her so happy, so we inquired if she wanted to be in something from which she couldn't escape. That didn't really appeal to her, but it did to us.

So, we reverted to padlocks and cuffs as restraints. That kept her hands out of the way and allowed us to play around with various implements of destruction.

Next time, you'll see what happened when we let her off the bed. Let's just say that great things come in small packages.

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Sam's day in the dungeon

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After years of glam/fetish work, there isn't much Samantha St. James (Sam to her buddies) hasn't seen. She's a consummate professional, and enjoys her work. She was spending a lot of time in Ohio at the time, so she finally decided a trip to femmeXotique was in order.

After the harsh lights of video productions and the mammoth strobes of some studios, she was surprised to find herself in a stone room with one small window and some tungsten light from the other side. The experience was going to be much more like being a captive/slave than she was expecting.

From the pretty-girl stuff with feathers and boas, Sam rapidly was placed in the submissive state she needed. Those wonderful breasts, with their oh-so-sweet nipples just about begged for attention. That's where we started, with Samantha wincing as the first clamps took hold. That would be just the beginning of a round of breast attention that would, at times, take her breath away.

As the sun shifted in the sky (yes, it was a long time that she had those clips on), Samantha was flooded with a warm ray of sunshine that accentuated both her beauty and her predicament. By this time, she had clothespins on her lower lips, double scissor clamps on her nipples and a real appreciation for a sub's life.

The sunbeam fled within a few minutes, and the light shifted back to its bluer hue. Of course, Samantha wasn't done yet. She still hadn't met the long glass dildo. So, join us for Chapter 2 of Samantha's day (and evening) in the dungeon.

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Sister Dee's excitement

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Spending a week at a friend's farm in Virginia can get rather boring. After all, how many foggy morning photos can you take? So, it was time to find a slave for the day.

Enter Sister Dee.

She had no trouble navigating the back roads of Virginia, but she did appear a little antsy when she arrived.

No problem, really, just a little unusual, we're thinking. So, we head inside, where she's ordered to strip and show off her body for us. THAT is when it became apparent why Sister Dee was acting that way. She was already excited.

In fact, she was so excited that she was practically dripping on the bed.

This is a chick who likes her bondage! Of course, we had to accommodate her. After all, the long drive deserved some reward, right?

We started off simple: collar, cuffs, some nipple clips, a little tugging and straining. Then, we attached some nasty little cones and started twisting. With each twist, her nipple piercings pulled those lovely, soft breasts farther into the cone.

With Sister Dee breathing deeply and sighing, we eventually tired of that game and tried some others.

The wheel on her tongue and various other devious moments merely whetted her appetite.

Luckily, we had several more hours of Sister Dee, which will be unveiled in future photo sets.

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Jenni's stairwell shibari

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Getting together with Jenni Lee to shoot for femmeXotique and her own BoundNWet.com was like stepping into another world. Suddenly, everything "normal" and "typical" was turned on its head.

No longer was bondage relegated to dark corners of the house. Here, Jenni Lee was likely to have a row of ball gags drying in the guest bathroom as she was to have spare towels.

So, what could be more natural than to hear Jenni call out to Matt: "Can you tie me up, honey?" Yep, our bondagette actually begs to be tied up, anytime, anywhere. This set of Shibari ties, courtesy of Matt, came from just one such request.

Of course, when he deigns to tie her up, he has to inflict a little extra twist of the ropes, a special tug as he leaves, something to let her know he's both amused and a little put upon. So, bit by bit, she finds herself on a bright Saturday morning tied and pretzeled on their stairway in their suburban home. It's a picture of twisted domestic tranquility, as she finds herself ever more tightly tied and unable to move.

That doesn't mean it's easy for her. You can see the crotch rope rubbing her raw. Even her toes get a workout as she tries not to slide down the stairs. And the cats rubbing against her face literally tickled her pink, as she tried not to sneeze from the tickling under her nose.

So, if you've ever wanted to see a little slice of domestic life from a professional and lifestyle bondage babe, here it is. Look closely to see how much she enjoys the ropes.

Jenni Lee asked for it, she got it and she loved it. Life was good in the world of BoundNWet.com. And because of that, we get a taste of it here on femmeXotique, too. Enjoy.

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Dragon Lily entertains the room

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These days, Dragon Lily is noted as a dominatrix on the Left Coast. But we know what kind of gal she really is. Pain is her game, and she takes great pride in being able to handle anything that is dished out.

One day when we were shooting with Ivy Faulkner and Dragon Lily, there came a lull in the work. Outside, it was steaming hot, so we all gathered in the femmeXotique hotel "headquarters" for a little R&R. What better time to put DL through her paces?

With Ivy lolling about on a bed, DL's escort trying not to look and a wide-eyed mainstream photographer looking on, Lily stood in the corner and let us play with her like a bondage Barbie doll. Only she's life size, soft in all the right places and very much a warm plaything.

Simply put, Lily absorbed all this and more. And she enjoyed herself!

First, the cuffs and a big, heavy lock to hold her in place. Next, a pointy dog collar to let her know her place during the proceedings. And clover clamps, just to start things off with an appropriate level of intensity.

The big red ball gag was a lovely addition, straining her jaw.

As the light streamed in from the window, we kept making adjustments to Lily's attire. A ring gag. Tighter clamps.

It didn't take long to realize that putting a ring gag in Lily's mouth guaranteed gushers. This woman's drool is endless. And she stood in the air-conditioned room, shivering as rivulets ran down her body. The hotel staff probably wondered how that part of the floor got so wet!

After dealing with the spit, a rubber blindfold and further humiliation, Lily got to look around at the amused faces. She couldn't help but smile.

But her endurance lesson was far from over. Next came the huge bronze clamp set, followed by heavy weights, distending those lovely breasts to the point where you could see skin stretching around her neck, if you were close enough.

Did she get away with just standing there? Hell no. First, we had her lean forward, which maxed out the pull on her nipples. Then, she was told to swing the weights like a pendulum.

As each command was given to her, Lily complied with total abandon. Her breasts are so firm that the clamps had to be placed right on the nipple. So, her little dance was sending pain shooting through her brain.

Finally, we tired of that, too.

So, the clamps came off, and the gag came out. And Lily smiled into the camera, a pretty, disarming smile.

Lily, we said, are you ready for your XXXX now? Just look at the big smile that ends this set. That's your answer.

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Kelly's bedtime fun

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For most people, going to bed is a time to relax, to feel comforted and cozy. Or to have sex with someone you're close to. But for Kelly, climbing on the bed meant being tied to the headboard, clamped, vibed, flogged and teased.

Boy, was she delighted!

At first, Kelly just hung there in the ropes, but then she realized she could touch herself, even as the clamps bit into her tender nipples. She shyly showed off her rope marks afterward, but was ready for another ride with handcuffs.

This is when we really began the tease I earnest.

With the little vibrator inside and clamps on her lower lips, Kelly soon began to feel the effects. A sly smile spread over her face, as she tried not to let the attention get to her.

So, we switched clamps. Those clover clamps definitely got to her.

She kept shifting, trying to find some way to get rid of the shooting pains. But to no avail. Finally, she broke out in nervous laughter, arched her back and begged for the end to this particular torture. It turns out those big grins of hers come out when she's hurting the most.

A few unguarded moments showed how relieved she was, but also how the endorphins were still racing, still giving her a rush.

Finally, she was placed prone on the bed, cuffed and flogged.

Her back soon came lose to matching the pink in those sheets. But Kelly never uttered a word of protest.

Rolling her over, giving her front a light XXXX and then stuffing the crop in her mouth just produced a satisfied, glazed, exhausted look.

Exactly what you want to see on a slave's face after a session.

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Dirty little Iris

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Spending time with Iris is always rewarding. She's a wonderful bundle of contradictions.

First, she doesn't really like pain, but she'll bend over for a vigorous caning under the right circumstances.

Then, she lives a quiet life in a quiet little town, but she's willing to do the dirtiest things if you ask her to.

So, of course we offered her lots of opportunities to suffer and plenty of chances to be dirty. Who could resist?

The most recent visit was in Wisconsin, where we took her out and paraded her around, letting her anticipate what was to come. Fully covered? Sure. Underwear? What's that?

Then, we took her back to our little shooting area, stripped her of that garb and put her in the schoolgirl skirt and shirt. Her little tease showed us she was totally ready for her ordeal.

After she got to show off a bit, we went straight to the pain: A good caning that striped her ass and left her practically XXXX.

This round of abuse culminated in a good fucking by her "friend" from an earlier shoot, but this time she took it in the ass.

Give Iris credit, because this round was preceded by one in Ohio, where she was flogged to the point of crying, took a good invasion from her "friend," the dick on a stick, and then a caning and spanking that left her bruised.

Through it all, Iris love the attention and appreciated everything done to her. There's nothing better than a sub who recognizes that any time the Master offers to her is something to be relished, appreciated and savored.

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