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IR - 112 - Livefeed (INSEX - Remastered) (03.24.23)
John never did get it. The sexual stuff, I mean. Like how I wanted him to tie me up. How I wanted to be helpless. I wanted him to use me, use my "holes", all of them, for his gratification. Put anything you want inside of me, I said to him. Treat me dirty.
When we first got married, he tried a few things with me. But then he got disgusted, saying I was crazy. A pervert.
John has no idea what I’m doing this weekend. He’s gone for three days on a business trip. I’m on the train to New York.
I have my instructions.
A friend made the arrangements for me. She’d been a collared slave several years ago, so she had some contacts, some people she trusted.
I feel sick. My hands are shaking. I hit the bathroom for the third time since I left home. But I keep imagining my hands bound, my legs bound also, spread wide. I fantasize, hearing a voice in my mind telling me that I’m nothing but a toy, something kept for sexual amusement. I’m a prisoner. I’m to be kept as long as I satisfy. And he kneads my breasts, twisting my nipples. He plunges inside of me.
When I detrain at Penn Station, my legs are weak. I lean against a column in the main terminal.
After my friend made the initial contact, a questionnaire arrived in my e-mail. Imagine that! It asked all sorts of things. Things I’d never imagined in all my wildest dreams.
I’m a novice, I wrote in the ‘additional comments’ part of the questionnaire. I have no real experience. I’m a complete idiot.
I wander through Penn Station, following the exit signs. What the hell am I doing? I must be as sick as John said, because I’m putting myself in the hands of a total stranger. My instructions were clear about the fact that I would give over control of everything. All of me. Someone else would decide when I ate, slept, how much I could move, see, speak. And how, when, and where I would be allowed to go to the bathroom.
I feel myself drip between my legs.
Not only am I an idiot, I’m definitely a pervert.
All the way on the train, I got more and more wet in expectation. I felt my clit and labia swell, drooling. And I worried, because my instructions were clear about what I was to wear. A tight, thin top that shows my breasts and nipples, a short skirt, and sandals. No underwear. I worried that my skirt would be wet clear through in the back. And I smelled myself the whole time, pulling at my skirt, trying to make it cover better.
Out on the street I hail a cab. He drops me at the café specified in my instructions. I go inside and wait, checking my watch every few minutes. Some of the men stare at me. I think they must know what I’m doing. I think that everybody knows. It’s written all over me in big, red lettering. PERVERT. But the men smile at me hopefully when I meet their eyes. I see they’re watching my nipples, hard, stimulated by the tight top that I’m wearing. My thoughts are filled with the images of being whipped, slapped, spanked, hung upside down. I want my nipples pulled, pinched, pierced. I want to be penetrated, filled, fucked. I want him to take everything.
My cell phone rings. I jump, then grope in my purse.
"A car is waiting outside on the street. A black Camry with dark windows. Enter through the rear car door."
He hangs up. Was that his voice, the one who’s going to finally do what I’ve always wanted? I tremble. I think I might get sick again, but it passes. And now I feel odd. I feel electric. I’m burning. My skirt is drenched. It’s sticking to the back of my thighs. My lips are numb, but my nipples hurt. They’re so clenched, so painfully wanting whatever he’s decides to do with me.
I’m on the street, looking. I don’t know a Camry from a Corvette. A car is double parked on 8th Avenue right in front of me. I can’t see into the car. I wait for a moment, but the car doesn’t move. So I walk forward and open the rear door. A woman is driving. Her face is turned away from me.
"Excuse me. . ."
"You were not instructed to speak," she says.
I bite my lip. My knees go weak. I take the final step. No going back now. I sit in the car and shut the door. She drives.
"In the bag on the seat, you’ll find a gag, a hood, and handcuffs." She’s wearing sunglasses. All I can see is the back of her head and the dark glasses in the rear view mirror. "You will put the gag in first. If it is not tight enough when he checks you over, you will be punished. After you have the gag in, the hood goes on. Then you will handcuff yourself with your hands behind your back."
I feel a drip of sweat run between my breasts. I swallow.
"Am I not making myself clear?"
"No. . .I mean, yes." My voice is too loud. I try to calm myself.
"Put in the gag now," she says.
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BM - Emily Addams - Cunt Busted Bitch (02.27.24)
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WA - Charlee Chaste, Kissmedeadlydoll - A Slow Burn: Kissmedeadlydoll and Charlee Chaste (03.06.24)
Charlee Chaste waits eagerly in a kneeling position for Kissmedeadlydoll to take control with ropes and torment. Doll wraps Charlee up tight in rope bondage. She digs her red studded pumps into Charlee's pussy. Doll slaps Charlee's tits then brings them to a standing position, hands bound from behind. Doll gets a burning candle and pours hot wax on Charlee's ass and legs. She holds the flame to Charlee's pussy and makes Charlee feel the heat. Next, Doll gets a spiked toy and ties it securely to Charlee's pussy and vibrates it with a Hitachi. Charlee begs for permission to cum, but Doll says no. After that, Doll suspends Charlee upside-down and straps a dildo to their head. Doll slides the dildo inside her pussy and makes Charlee fuck her with it. Doll uses more rope and suspends Charlee in an upright position with legs spread. She stuffs Charlee's panties in their mouth, hits them with a leather toy, and fucks them with a strap-on. In the final scene, Charlee is suspended upside down again while Doll cums hard using a vibrator.
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IR - 131 - Nube (INSEX - Remastered) (05.17.23)
Sweet and soft-spoken with a taste for adventure, sage comes to Insex to explore her desires.
After answering her interview questions, she is tied to the chair with legs spread. Her bra is pulled down, exposing taut, pierced nipples; panties are cut off and stuffed in her mouth. A crotch rope aggravates her bare, shaved pussy.
Stripped of everything except her purple kneesocks, she struggles on the ground in a harsh hogtie. PD adds to her suffering, cutting the socks to tickle her soles and bind her bare feet.
Seated on a metal chair, she is rendered helpless with arms restrained in a straightjacket and ankles shackled at her sides. Her face colors as a leather noose pulls tight around the neck, strangling. A dildo is pumped up inside her cunt; the vibrator plays with her clit.
A leather hood is zipped closed over her head. Tortured once again with the vibrator, she pants and moans through a short breathing tube.
Resting on her stomach, she is bound to the chair with bent legs splayed open and straight arms tight together behind her back. A rag is stuffed in her mouth, held in place with a head harness to muffle her cries as weights tug at her clamped nipples and Mr. Pogo is thrust in and out of her vulnerable cunt. Her firm breasts and tender feet receive some blows with the cane.
Tongue squeezed in a wooden bit gag, she is lifted into a suspension. The elephant's trunk assaults her pearly flesh; body contorting, she dances in midair.
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