Wed, Feb 21, 2007
Shackled to a post, she wriggles around, trying in vain to adjust herself in her uncomfortable crouching position. She likes to play to the camera, exaggerating her movements. When I call her on it, she admits as much. She says struggling is fun. I listen to her talk about herself, distracted; my mind is on what I can do to make this harder for her. I want to make her struggle for real. I tell her to take off her heels so she has to crouch on the balls of her feet. Now she's suffering. She quickly requests the vibrator. I can tell she's used to being in control of her scenes. She won't be in control today. I tell her the vibrator will wait. She can come if she works for it. The discomfort of Darling's initial position is nothing compared to what is coming to her. I play with her flesh, easily reddening and welting its pallor. Finally she's been through enough to earn an orgasm. She'll have to beg for it and describe it before I let her have it though. Before she has a chance to recover, I strap her into a chair I built. It's designed to keep her thighs spread as far apart as humanly possible. She looks lovely in the gas mask I put on her face, and I enjoy hearing her struggle for each labored breath. I place the fucking machine between her legs and listen to her muffled cries. I make her cry and I make her sing. I make her uncomfortable, mark her body, and make her dance for me. She does everything I tell her to. She is obedient because she is aching to come again now....her whole body begs for it.
Sun, Feb 25, 2007
Lorelei is no stranger to bondage. She has done some of the most intense on-camera BDSM scenes ever filmed. Perhaps this is what makes Cyd push the limits with the severity of Lorelei's shoot. She starts off on all fours. A metal collar around her neck is held in place by chains going off in four different directions. Chains hold her wrists and ankles in place with metal cuffs while a metal belt around her waist makes her back down and her ass up. She is already wet and nothing has even happened yet. Cyd begins to cane her ass and she cries out in muffled sobs, her eyes wide with surprise at the severity of her punishment. She finds the metal allows her no motion as red marks swell up on her ass. But Lorelei's pussy gives her away; it is dripping and hot. Next, the single tail adds just a dash of stinging pain to her welts. As a reward she gets the attitude adjuster deep in her pussy and the vibrator increases the stimulation until she can't hold back any more. She knows her place, asking politely to come. Her reward doesn't last long. An ass hook is thrust into her anus and her asshole is chained tightly to a pole above her head, leaving her even more immobilized than she thought possible. Now leather straps bind her legs apart, arms up in the air. Her tits and pussy are flogged as Lorelei's gaze remains steadily on the floor. She can handle pain, but something in her face says perhaps this was a bit more than she was expecting. Clothespins pinch tender bits of flesh on her breasts, torso, and pussy and Lorelei lets out shaky moans through her gag. She holds her own, challenging him in the depths of her eyes. So he raises it a notch, ripping off all the clothespins at once, leaving Lorelei to come in a drooling, moaning heap. He's won again. Later on, Lorelei finds herself face down again, strapped to a sawhorse. She is skewered like a pig, stuck fast, with one pole down her throat and another in her pussy. Lorelei's still-tender ass is flogged once again. She cries and fights through the gag, wiggling her feet in defiance, but they are the only thing she can move. Nosehooks are the final humiliation, and yet still there is a challenging look in her eyes.