Release Year: 2022
Studio: Insex

As we sat animal play our computers around the world we saw a juvenile woman being tortured. We saw her exposed undressed. She was put into a frame and that babe was caned. Hard, brutal strokes, leaving depraved looking weals. She screamed repeatedly. She begged for the striking to stop. But the assault on her feeble body continued. And then what happened later? She was in this large copper sink, half submerged in water, unable to hear everything, unable (as this babe said us later) to watch everything except for the light above. Being repeatedly shocked with electricity, not at any time with any warning. At times a soaked cloth was put over her face and that babe couldn't breathe. She was feeble, in pang and very frightened. At least one regular member had to stop watching coz *he* couldn't take it any more.

And yet afterward this same youthful woman was sitting in the chat, positively bouncing in her chair, and this babe didn't need to tell us how worthwhile that babe had discovered the show, it was so obvious from her laughs and smiles. She was actually proud of herself for taking that hitting; this babe had broken throughout a personal barrier and her precious sense of achievement was there for us all to watch. And her bathroom in the copper sink? She had enjoyed it all!

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Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

A ally gave me his phone number weeks agone. "Call him. Just call him," this babe told. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the chaps. Well, maybe a adult baby. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the pont of time. I just desire to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My ally shrugged. "Call him," this babe told another time. I was the youngest of 3 cuties. Growing up, I’d watched my and their chap allies. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, poked away, greater quantity groping. I had fantasies, murky images in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my craving. Like dongs were doing now. Oh, I’d had lots of jocks the final scarcely any years, large ones, tiny ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and jocks that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and ramrods that wanted everything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in sofa afterward with each one of these dongs (never chaps, or dudes, just ramrods, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the black after they started snoring, and I wanted greater quantity, less, no thing, anything. I wanted smth I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted and wanted, but I was afraid. "Call him," my ally told. It was the thought of lying in the black that stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness that was always worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the black. When I lastly made the call, that guy said me to come alone and to wear a petticoat and blouse. No underclothing. My hands shook. I hairless anything that night. Everything but my head. I poked a chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, in natures garb. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my love tunnel and fur pie, then touched my fingers to my throat, tasting myself. And I caressed my zeppelins, watching, playing with my teats until they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my chocolate hole, the fingers of the other in my twat. And all the during the time that, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met previous to. The 1st thing this chab did that night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some other hotty was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck you?" that guy told, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re lucky." And this chab cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though this guy pitied me. "Don’t worry." He smiled then, but it made me shiver. "I’m merely going to hurt u a little." I wanted to say smth hawt. I wanted to make him desire me. I wanted to do all the things I’d learned throughout the years, the way a gal takes handle. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of enforcement. I was breaking into pieces. He smiled coz this chab knew anything the pont of time that guy saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander one time he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were overspread with thongs, ropes, chain, shackles. My body was on fire. That night this chab circumcised my garments off me. He chained me to a metal bar. He locked a rough metallic collar on my neck. Chain betwixt my legs, around my boobs. Metal in my face hole, my a-hole. Metal clamps pinching my nipps. And later, sex tool in my bawdy cleft. He stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. He wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. He circumcised off my air. He made me come over and over. After that guy was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. He put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. "You’ll do anything I say. When I call, you’ll come immediately." I stared animal training the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I shivered, not from cold, but from smth else, smth recent, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the darksome anymore. "Yes sir."

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