Sensual Pain – Oct 18, 2020: 037 Unit | Abigail Dupree

Posted in BDSM on October 21st, 2020 by bdsm-club_support

Last I remember, I was talking with another Master from Norway on telecom. This was my last memory of my former self with long hair sporting a slight unnatural attitude towards men. I do remember that my life was “so boring” as I tell this very hansom Master that I was ready to completely give up this dreary vanilla lifestyle, including the nice car I had and the 7 bedroom Victorian house in Connecticut. Anything would be better than the daily grind with the “No Hair out of place” self important lawyers and the two judges that were forcing me to perform sexual favors.

I must have passed out… Sometime later… I slowly come to transformed, as I see myself in the mirror with No hair, No eyebrows, naked with the dark numbers 037 printed on your forehead… WTF!??

Confused and frightened, I don’t remember how I got here. The Master is back on the telecom . I ask what happened, but he silently shows the the hypnotic pattern again. I fight for a bit but give into it. I feel my eyes flutter…

From the Master in Norway point of view;
She is mindlessly staring. Her mouth hangs open slightly, she starts robotically repeating mantras and continues to do so throughout the rest of the telecom call. “I am a mindless slave. I am unit 037. I will obey. I have no purpose but to serve. I am an empty sex doll. My master thinks for me. I am a foot slave. Sex dolls do not need hair.”

The end of the video is me shaving my head and eyebrows for his insanely morbid video.
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Infernal Restraints – Mar 30, 2018: Creep Induction | Sierra Cirque

Posted in BDSM on April 2nd, 2018 by bdsm-club_support

Upon entering the grotto the next morning, I expected to clean up the tailings from their dining. What a shock seeing her as I left her. A couple kicks — she stirs and moans.

I had satiated myself and expected to share this morsel with my friends living amongst the trees and slopes of the mountain. To prepare the feast I hogtied and wrapped her head and hands with tape. Looking down at her now I could see hair stuck to the tape and covering the ground, It looked as if they had laid beside her — maybe to keep her warm.

Many days have passed since that cold misty Fall morning surprise. She continues to reveal the wisdom of the mountain.

Just when she seemed resigned to the “adjustment” routines, I added, probably, the most terrible one she could imagine. I sensed that she had a lot at stake with her hair grooming. Removing this last vestige of her vanity would completely empty her. I hooked up a double bind pushup rig by weaving her hair into a pulley. As her arms tired she could pull her hair out. She is a strong cunt — she resisted for at least an hour. Then, just as she began to collapse, I placed the scissors within her grasp.
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