Martin gags me with a gag that teases my throat and presses down on my tongue, making everything more intense from the start. Then he ties me against the post in a kneeling spread, elbows pinned behind me, throat roped, and a crotch rope keeping a dildo firmly in place. After some time, he tightens […]
Well, here is an interesting game idea! I strapped Denise into the new Tower of Pain bra with very vicious clover clamps. Denise has to roll a dice to see how many FULL turns she should give the knob, stretching her nipples further and further. This is very painful, and it only got MORE painful! […]
I was in a cage wearing an impressively thick metal collar, leather hand mitts, and thick hand and wrist cuffs keeping me in place. I was wearing a vintage girdle and my big natural breasts were exposed. The cage was suspended just above the ground so it was easy for Mistress Miranda to swing it […]
Martin sure knows how to make me suffer. He drops me to my knees, pulls my arms high behind my back, ties my ponytail to my elbows, and hangs me by the crotch rope. As I struggle with the relentless pressure tugging at my pussy, he decides to make things even worse by sliding my […]
Portia groaned. Bound, gagged, spread and stuffed as his willing submissive slut. Her mouth his to pack. Her holes his to stuff. Her clit his to vibrate. She had given herself to him willingly, and her compliance as he trained her would soon lead to the orgasm she always craved from him so much. Stuffed […]
Martin tends to get his diabolical ideas when I’m on my knees, sucking his cock. Later, those perversions come to life during the live show. That’s how I ended up roped into a brutal stress position- arms pulled to the ceiling- body folded with my face to my knees. The strain puts me into my […]
Wearing a skimpy, see-through bodysuit, I’m gagged with a 56mm ball gag, cuffed at the elbows, ankles, and wrists, and put on display for Martin’s pleasure. I’m given just enough freedom to move while tethered to the rack by the chain around my neck. He soaks me in ice-cold water, then applies the clovers to […]
As an extreme lover of breath play, the choke of the chain around my neck combined with the clovers and the wand drove me toward a sensory breaking point where the orgasm was so intense that I drifted into a deep, dazed state, momentarily losing my stance. This was a very raw, rare moment of […]
I blame the dress. When I modeled it for Martin the night before, inspiration struck—short and tight equals easy access. By the next evening, I found myself hanging from the ceiling and completely vulnerable. With my hands secured above me and a large gag silencing my protests, he took his time admiring his rope work […]
With my legs secured in a spreader bar, my neck roped to the ceiling and my hands are tied above my head, Martin secures the wand to my leg and lets it to it’s thing while I do mine. As time passes, he adds the clovers and cranks up the speed on the Hitachi- pushing […]