The Lady binds her slave on a cross by Andrew. Torture is directed by cock of Peter.Peter’s cock initially not hard enough, the Mistress solve all with a vacuum tube. In the meantime, other slave, Thomas sees his own future destiny of the action.
21 year old Zayda J. is back at The Attic for her second visit. She starts the day off cooking me a hearty breakfast. A breakfast that will meet my nourishment needs for torturing her later. Before she gets started she has her elbows brought close together behind her back and tied off. She also has a one foot chain between her ankles. Oh, and she’s wearing the most beautiful red pumps you can imagine with a six inch heel. Also, she has on a sleek, form fitting black dress that stops well above the knee. Trust me –she is goddamn fucking gorgeous. She hasn’t ever been in the kitchen before so she doesn’t know where anything is. I let her know what I want made and send her on her way. Hobbled as she is, it is great fun watching her locate and retrieve what’s needed. She’s just so delicious in her incapacitated state. Trying to get things done that would otherwise take two seconds. Does she leave all the cupboard doors open at home? At one point she dropped something on the floor and it required a good two minutes for her to actually get it picked up and put back. She was quite insolent as well. So, after she went through this big deal to get a bowl off of a high shelf, once she retrieved it and had it on the counter with self serving pleasure –I asked her to put it back. So it was great fun watching her put the bowl back. At one point, she flipped the sausage over in the pan and blurted out "Oh wow, this is pretty easy". Well duh, frying up sausage is pretty easy. But then just a minute later she’s asking why the sausage isn’t cooking in the middle. Obviously she doesn’t cook very much in her personal life. But then, she doesn’t need to. She just needs be stunningly beautiful and tied up. She was so mouthy that I had to strap in a bit gag. And I must say, she looked so much better afterward. When she scrambled the eggs it was clear she doesn’t cook much. That was the worst fucking job I’ve ever seen. The only thing that made up for it was how sensational she looked doing it. When she finally set the plate of miss-cooked food in front of me she tried to feed me the whole sausage right away. Silly girl. And then she tried to feed it to me all in quick succession. So I had to make her slow down, cut it up smaller, get me a napkin, salt my eggs, take your time. She was quite the little piece of trouble. Whiny even. Yes, as time moved on she got more and more whiny. In fact, she just started to beg.
Straddling a cute redhead, her tongue in my asshole while I jerk off with one hand and slap her cunt with the other. *hand-staple-forehead* It’s a lot of coordination, so I have her slap her own cunt for me to watch for a bit, then I get her off as a reward. One of my better comeshots at the end.
A girl comes into her bedroom, bringing along cigarettes and two Master Costello DVDs. While watching she becomes horny and starts masturbating herself. All of a sudden she is involved in a sexual fantasy where she has to follow Master Costellos orders. She has to show her voluptuous tits and her ass to him.For comments or ideas, please email us: firstname.lastname@example.org
Next up for Bijou is Luther. I really like Bijou. I bound her arms and wrists behind her back and then installed a nasty crotch rope. I knew she didn’t like to suck cock. In spite of what she says, I spoke with her on the sidelines –she doesn’t care for it. She does it only to please who is domming her. I like that. I like it because it means she isn’t going to enjoy this much at all. I asked her about Luther and she told me she was nervous about meeting him. I asked her why and she said she gagged a lot. Once she got started I encouraged her to gag on him. To stuff him down her throat. She gagged. She coughed and cried. She started to pleaded. She kept saying that she couldn’t breathe. I just told her to make Luther happy, deep throat him. When it was over, I told her to look at you, The Viewer, and tell you the job she did was insufficient. That it didn’t measure up. That she is useless.
Frustrated masochist in dire need of pain…I could wait no longer and so I took the knotted, grass rope flogger to myself. I know, it is awkward and slightly humiliating, but it gave me that bit of pain I so needed to take the edge off….and a sweet leg shaking orgasm in the process.
23 year old Marla is being manacled to an old metal bed frame. She’s clearly shaking. Is she scared, cold, freaked out? She’s affixed to all points of the bed. Her wrists and ankles as well as her neck are firmly secured in a spread-eagle. I can smell her pussy and I tell her so. I ask her what that means. What should I do about that? Her pussy is so goddamn engorged. Isn’t that embarrassing? I stuff The White Boy into her and tape it into place. Then I have her tell me of another one of her fantasies. This time it’s an orgy fantasy. When the vibrator hits her clit she loses her train of thought. Now she’s switched gears totally and asks permission to have an orgasm. Denied. I make her tell me why she needs to cum. Why she needs to feel that wave wash over her. What has she done to deserve it? I ask her several questions and she momentarily delays and then asks if she can cum again! After several minutes go by she receives permission to cum and does so. She’s a girl who passes her orgasms off in desperate releases. Like how she sucks in all that air, holds it a second and then blows it out quickly. Not like when someone jumps into a vat of cold water. No, that’s too quick a suck. It’s more like she’s getting a toenail torn off bits at a time. There’s a look of great seriousness on her face. Like she’s not all here. Staring off into some deep moist void. She jerks a lot as well. Pulls at her manacles, straining. Her hands balled into fists. At times her breathing is heavy and pronounced. Others it’s barely audible. Sexy. Her lips open just a bit as we can barely hear her breath passing between them. Her perfect white teeth framed by her thick lips. Occasionally a moan escapes. Her eyes are half closed and then they are shut. Suddenly she screams.