Toni's balcony bondage
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It's funny how different people have different buttons for you to push. Some don't like pain. Some don't like humiliation. Others want to stay oh, so private.
Toni Benz, a delightful gal who then lived in Charlotte, N.C., didn't like any of those things. But she's a trouper and knows that exploring what she doesn't like will both make her stronger and offer you a much better photo set.
Picture this: We're in suburban Charlotte, N.C., not exactly your hotbed of kinky sex, or so one would think. It's one of those modern apartment complexes built to make it look older, at least to the first glance. So, each one of the apartments has a little porch or balcony, with white-painted trim and a rough wood floor.
That's where we took Toni, wrapped up in a towel. But she didn't keep the towel long, because that was to be her "bed" for this shoot.
Then, we began attaching some new restraints, made of chain mail by Mike K. out of Durham (Is there something odd about North Carolina after all?) and literally locking her legs in place against the banister. Now, Toni was lying at the edge of her porch, her legs wide open and no idea whether all those closed windows nearby had neighbors to see her plight.
Next, we put those cool chain mail cuffs on her wrists and a collar on her neck. A 2-inch ballgag stuffed in her mouth shut up all the second thoughts. And a three-point clamping that tied nipples and clit together completed the "ensemble."
Toni was doing just fine at this point. A little excited, it's true, for public nudity isn't really her bag. That clit clamp had to be put on extra tight, because it kept slipping off.
But she wasn't done. A set of clover clamps was applied to her tender inner lips, causing her to gasp and writhe. But she lay there, hands over her head, like a good little sub. Even as we pushed and prodded with the clamps, she just lay there, eyes rolling up into her head. A good yank on the chain, though, produced an unfettered expression of agony. By now, Toni was working up a sweat. The thoughts racing through her head were evident. But also evident was the swelling of her lips, in response to the abuse.
So, we pulled the clamps off and jammed her favorite dildo/vibrator up into that sloppy hole. You could hear the juices squishing around it as she lay there in abandon. After a bit, she slowly lowered her hands, mutely asking if she could continue to fuck herself for our viewing pleasure.
Of course, we said yes, and Toni lay there, barely hidden behind the banister, ramming that white vibrator into herself, the little motor whining and her breath coming in gasps around the gag.
It wasn't long before she was finished, drained and amazed that we had found such a simple way to turn her on.
This was just one of many adventures we had with Toni. Stay tuned for lots more.
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