Oh, Cadence. She is quite the character. I wonder what is actually taking place beneath that thin veneer? Cadence makes it difficult to pin down, and yet it is so obvious.

You’d think those big brown eyes of hers would be watching her tormentor. But she isn’t the least bit interested. Instead, watch as Cadence turns her eyes away from her tormentor to instead gaze at her own image that’s projected on the studio monitor. She can’t help but be repeatedly drawn to her own reflection. Her own likeness.

This young Narcissist sits by her figurative pond, just as in the myth, so deeply in love with her own reflection that she forgets to eat, thus rendering her helplessly consumed by her own grandiose pride. Or is it insecurity? Is there a difference?

Being consumed by her own self, this particular bondage drama isn’t between she and I. There is no room in her mind’s drama for a supporting role. Cadence is the star and it is a one-woman show. This bondage drama is happening within the confines of Cadence’s own psyche. Let’s all watch as it unfolds….
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Daisy Ducati is the type of girl who likes to be pushed, not shoved. She likes to be seduced into dark alley ways, not garishly mowed over.

Daisy Ducati is a fierce female being. You must respect her.

There are many ways one can show their respect for such a woman. I choose to push her. Challenge her.

I ask Daisy to chase after the things I deem important. I instruct her what to do. This challenges Daisy, as she doesn’t like to be told what to do. Ultimately, though, Daisy submits.

She submits to the opportunity to express herself – even if that looks much different that she had intended it to.

Daisy is used to being a controlled, confidant young woman, who is “milking her youth like a swollen prostate.” But, here, we find Daisy uncontrolled. Here, she finds new corners in her familiar psyche. We witness Daisy battle a sense of panic, of discomfort and of pain.

With a girl like Daisy, be prepared to push her or what the hell is the point?
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You’ve been away far too long. Los Angeles didn’t sit well with you, did it? I’m sure it left much to be desired. You are far too advanced for that society. You do not belong among them. Leaving that trap was for the best.

You’ve come back home to your people. We understand you. We understand your deviant proclivities. You don’t have to explain your desire to be tied up tightly, or your need to feel what’s it like to not be able to escape. Helplessness is a prized state of mind – that is obvious in these parts. We are aware of your craving to be tossed around, masturbated upon, used as a piece of furniture, only to later be bent over and taken from behind. There’s no need to spell out the subtleties of the art of teasing, or the boldness of the whip. These matters are well understood here. You are home.

Your reintegration process begins slowly, methodically. A modified ball tie ensures that your mobility is very limited. But I know you need more. I know you need your small freedoms to be removed one by one. First it’s your tongue – clamped and stretched to your knees. Then your pussy lips are clamped and stretched out to your toes. These additions are made to place you in the correct frame of mind. You are here because I want you here. You are here to be played with however I see fit. You are not to move.
Stage two of this welcome home party has you worm tied and suspended. What’s it like to be used as a piece of suspended furniture? What’s it like to physically support someone who is cumming their brains out while you hang there, suspended in both time and space. At my disposal.

Finally, if I know of any way to celebrate the return of a cohort, it’s to welcome them with pain and objectification. Tied with your hands around your neck, as if your are choking yourself, your pussy is exposed and for the taking. That wouldn’t be nearly as fun, though, without indoctrinating you first with pain. I know what you are here for. I know why you came back. If you merely wanted fucking, you would have stayed in that plastic city. You didn’t. You came back home. And home is where the bondage is.

Welcome back, Cici. Back into the fold..
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Sister Dee still has more lessons to learn from PD. So much, in fact, that she’s been sleeping at the office. It’s bright and early when she gets the wake up call to get dressed and start her day. A sound mind and a sound body are key to being the Top Girl. Sister Dee’s day starts with a work out and her chants keep her focused on what’s important. “Tie up bitches all day long,” she says, and PD’s regimen will make that dream come true. She’ll work up a nice sweat but all this training is going to pay off when Dee’s got a line of bitches to beat and the endurance to take them all on.
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Sister Dee wants to be the Top Girl and PD is going to show her how. He has a whole syllabus for her to learn and every mistake she makes is going to be punished with his cattle prod. Dee is locked into position and her training starts right away, but it isn’t long before she’s tasting the shocks. Every tie has it’s names and uses and before she’s done, Dee will know them all. she’ll be ready to take on sluts of her own soon.
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Although Odette has only begun to adjust to Madam Graves’ and Madam Blac’s unique ballet training technique, she quickly took to Betty’s voluminous breasts. In them, little Odette has found some comfort.

The rigorous training continues in Odette studying the art of maintaining grace while experiencing increasing amounts of pressure.

Odette is first tied into a classic ballet stance. Her will is tested when instructed to maintain a pretty face while enduring both the flogger and the whip. Its a struggle to maintain a smile.

In order to teach Odette the signature five ballet positions, Madam Graves believes they should be learned from the inside out. Elise thinks today’s lesson is best taught in a literal, trampling sort of way.

But Odette simply isn’t getting it.

She is missing the heart and soul of it all. Dancing bears one’s soul.

Where Odette insists that she practice for her upcoming audition, Madam Graves, however, sees the larger issue. Odette must participate in a truly soulful dance. Madam Blac provides this opportunity. Elise tapes Odette’s face directly between Betty’s two giant tits. The closer Odette is to Betty’s heart, Elise concludes, the better able she is to experience Betty’s love for ballet.

This shared love for ballet between Madam Blac and Odette transcends all things and their relationship quickly turns smothering. Betty seems to be content, but its difficult to discern how Odette feels about it.

Even after Elise discovers this new relationship dynamic, she manages to help guide little Odette down her own path of life.
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Sister Dee is going to turn Claire Adams into a song bird. She has got a variety of instruments at her disposal to make beautiful music. Each one brings out a different pitch and volume. Playing a leather strap across the inside of her things gets a low, deep moan while a good dildo-fucking makes Claire go through her scales, getting higher as the ramming gets more intense. Dees favorite notes? The crescendo of begging and pleading to cum. The promise of an orgasm is a powerful motivator indeed.
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Suffering and service are amazing aphrodisiacs. Bronte is so hot to get off when she has done them both. Service makes her feel complete. When Sister Dee straps a rubber cock into her mouth and makes her dive face first into snatch Bronte revels in the act of being used. Taking the beating when Sister Dee wants to practice boxing provides the kind of rush that makes Bronte wet for a good fucking. She will get a tease of it at first, an orgasm that may take the edge off, but the real deep, strong screw will not be until later. Until after she has licked Dee’s snatch, endured a harsh caning, and choked on the cock that will violate her pussy. Each act of pain or patronage only pushes her closer to ecstasy.
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I love Hazel’s suffering.

Hazel gets it. She agrees that bondage is hilarious. Suffering is soothing. Pain is pleasure.

When Hazel reaches the “oh shit” zone, she transitions from squeals to knowing laughter. It’s then that she realizes her situation is fucked up. She gets the humor. The pure ridiculousness of this picture becomes clear to her: A girl in bondage hanging by her ankles with a taped up face and exposed ass and breasts. She is fucked. And she knows it. And she loves it.

I like those who see the comedy. Life is hilarious. And there is no reason to not indulge in it further. Hazel knows this and lives by this. She laughs when she’s hurt. She cries when she orgasms. She gets it.

I choose Hazel first, because I love the way she suffers. Its not a particular action she makes, or the many sounds she sings. It’s her ability to see her tied-up self clearly.

Whether she yelps or growls, Hazel means what she says when she’s suffering. When in bondage, Hazel can see her situation for what it is – untainted by any filter. With this clarity, she is confidant she can handle anything that comes her way. Most people can’t see that, but she can. I love Hazel’s suffering. I love the ways in which she suffers. All her ways. She gets it.

I choose her first.
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Little Odette loves ballet. She loves to dance and she dreams of becoming a famous ballerina one day. To get to the next level, she has enrolled in Madam Graves School Of Dance. Elise Graves takes only a few students every year, and most of them never even finish the intense, rigorous training.

Before Odette can learn to properly arabesque, Odette must first learn to suffer through the cane, stress positions, and mental toughening. Madam Graves and Madam Betty Blac must tear down the old, soft, whiney Odette before they can build a champion ballerina, a ballerina that they can be proud of.

Is Little Odette ready to become a superstar?
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I’ve been looking forward to playing with you. I knew you’d be fun for me. You have clearly found yourself seduced by bondage. If I know anything in life, I know when someone has become captivated by bondage and discipline.

I also see your eagerness to please. You can be quite motivated. I like that.

That means we get to do whatever it is that I want to do, knowing that you will hungrily come along for nearly any ride.

On this day, we explored some contrasts.

Filthy dirty piss box, squeaky clean latex smother hood.

Letting go and releasing the clogged garbage from within, holding in and onto each lusted-after sip of fresh air.

Humility in laying bare one’s most intimate expressions, fear of trusting your breath with another.

It is easy to give to someone like you. You take whatever it is that is coming your way. You take it all on. I can appreciate that.

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I am glad that you are here. Even though I consider you a friend, I’d like to get to know you better. So I ask you some questions.

“Do you believe that bondage allows for a more true expression of the self?”

You explain that, for you, bondage creates a space where you feel able to express feelings that might otherwise be difficult, unacceptable, problematic, or too just vulnerable. The bondage creates a safe space to roam where you usually don’t.

It might seem funny to remember those words you spoke as you are zip-tied to the front of a cage with a leather hood over your head, your panties pulled down, and some bitch biting the fuck out of your tits. Or when you’re tied bent-over the back of a chair, legs for the taking, head locked in place, and your tits swinging with each stroke of the cane.

I know I laughed at the hilarity. The clarity. The hilarious clarity. Irony. Dichotomy. Free to express only when you can’t physically move.

“What, then, do your bondage expressions say about your own inner self?’

I feel we finally arrived at a bit of clarity for you. Your sobbing suspended body would at times be overtaken with bitter tantrum rage. This seems important for you to be able to express. To let it out.

You felt that sex in general can allow for a truer, more vulnerable expression of the self. Your response to the suspended, hair-tied, ball-gagged ass fucking was very honest. I appreciate it.

Are you still my friend?
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I like playing with Rain.

In order to do so, it is important to know that Rain isn’t like most people. To adequately play with Rain requires the desire to be mean. The desire to see Rain scream and cry, to whimper and moan. It’s what warms her freaky heart.

I like having Rain in my control. It is really fun to fuck with her. She is so tough and so weak at the same time. She can withstand whips and canes and yet crumble under her own pussy and tits.

Whips hurt her skin. Plastic wrap controls her breath. And cocks wreck her brain.

I like Rain, therefore I like fucking with Rain.

I like Rain a lot. 🙂
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Hazel is a very reserved girl. She doesn’t talk much, she doesn’t anger quickly, she doesn’t express herself often… unless she is in bondage. It is then, when Hazel can let go. Relax. Express herself a bit.

But I am interested in finding out more than she is probably wanting to give. I like intimacy. Closeness. I like seeing others vulnerable and transparent in nature.

Hazel’s pussy is first up for further contemplation. For that to happen, Hazel sits, highly exposed, stopped to a wooden “chair.” Both she and I know that her pussy is on display. As with any exploration, I begin from the outside and work my way in. Blood is forced to her cunt as her lips are sucked into a pussy pump. It’s fun to watch her pussy expand and fill the cup. Hazel squeals. I smile. After some time, Hazel’s labia lips are grabbed with clover clamps and stretched wide to allow for deeper contemplation. Eventually, though, I must enter her. As that is the only true way to understand another human. To become one with them. I ask her if she trusts me, which she answers affirmatively. This is important, as what I am doing requires a connection between her body and mind. I must have Hazel accept me for the full connection to be complete – Hazel and I are united as one inside her cunt with my entire fist.

Examining one’s body is only the beginning. The mind is much more interesting to me. Exploring someone’s mind is possible in a variety of ways, but on this day, I am interested in using fear as a means of uncovering the truth. For, through fear, one can get to the core. With the aide of a gas mask and rebreathing bag, I set out to see what Hazel is made of. How much control does she actually have over herself? Can she control her breathing enough to stay in the mask – or does she suck all the oxygen out of her allotted air supply like the greedy bondage slut that she is? What happens when Hazel’s pussy is introduced to an electrified vibrator? I doubt you’ve ever heard an ear-piercing scream quite like the one Hazel makes in response to this toy. Watch as Hazel become increasingly stressed by her conditions.

What is Hazel made of? You be the judge.
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