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Alienxxx:
20221020 RtB Tough Girl 3. 922
Within the first few moments of 922's Live Feed, she claims to enjoy being a submissive. Yet it's obvious that she's a handful, saucy as hell. As she's faced with breath restriction, strangulation, electricity, and one mother of a cane, her demeanor tips back and forth. Which side will win out?
She begins by putting herself into bondage, locking metal cuffs around her neck, ankles, and wrists so that she is in a hogtie. Her short skirt has hiked up, showing nice tight ass cheeks. He bags her head. Can it be that she is so quickly dampened? She begs for him to take it off. For that, she must wriggle across the floor and show off her pussy. The bag steams, collapsing onto her face. Her fresh pussy appears not yet interested, still retracted, a few thin strips of flesh.
The bag is removed and taped into her mouth. She undresses while still in handcuffs. Her wry smile returns. She wallows in displaying her opened ass to the camera. Her cunt is fleshy from this view, the inner lips creased, loose, as though recently fucked. As her elbows are tied together, her labia dangle toward the floor. With her elbows bound and her hands free, she displays her breasts and squeezes her nipples for her audience.
A spider gag has been tied in her mouth. She has been tied into another hogtie. A hoist hooks onto the center of the tie and suspends her. She moans and drools, her back in a deep arch. After pulling on her nipples, she is set down onto her knees. A strap tightens about her neck. The pulley is used to keep her on her knees. Her head angles to the side from the upward tension on her neck. A vibrator purrs against her pussy. The hoist is tightened violently. She gurgles as she's throttled, her neck distended. After a couple repeats, he lies her on her stomach. She thanks him, only somewhat cowed.
Coat hanger wire is used, wiring her toes wired together. Her wrists are wired also. She is locked into a metal frame. It outlines her body, with metal rungs surrounding her neck, chest, and waist. Metal holds her thighs apart but the bottoms of her feet are held flat together. A metal dildo is locked inside of her. She is immobilized. She looks to be in some form of tantric metal nightmare. A single tail is used on her nipples and pussy. She cries out, but can't move. When she's vibrated again, she says it tickles, and she gets that saucy grin.
After being removed from this confinement, her arms are bound behind her back and she's tied onto a chair. The Insex strangulation collar is strapped in place. Her cunt drools onto the chair seat. A hoist pulls on the collar, raising her off the chair a mere inch, no more than that. A hefty batch of tacks are spread beneath her cunt, thighs, and ass. She's slowly strangling, looking green. She is lowered. He sits on her thighs, pressing her onto the tacks. When she's lifted by the neck again, the tacks are imbedded in her flesh. The same is done to her feet. She screams. Smears of blood cover her feet.
She stands and smokes a cigarette, her arms still bound behind her. He makes her eat the ash. This is a rare moment, her face showing her strong dislike. Her submissiveness is sorely tested. She is strapped spread eagle onto a metal grid. Electrodes are attached to nipples and cunt. She is sprayed with water and shocked. She screams and curses. Then the questions start. The shocks come, capricious, devilish. She is made to ask to be shocked. Ah. Yes, 922 is tough. She likes to show she can take it. But to ask. It seems a new edge for her. By the end, she's crying, her face having dropped one of its masks.
The caning begins. She is strapped bent over, her neck strapped down, her ass protruding. The first cane is thin, sending waves of pain through her body. She is soon in tears. Yet her ability to assimilate the waves of pain is marvelous to watch. A heavier cane is shown and she's made to kiss it. He dubs it the 922, giving her repeated savage whacks. As she breathes through the mounting pain, her sounds become sexual, orgasmic. A truly heavy cane is displayed to her. Each hit contains not just slap, but also thud. She looks undone, her nose running. Yet at the end, her sauciness returns, though mingled with something more true, deeply genuine. Perhaps this is what she likes, to have her masks stripped off. Something real comes through.
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Alienxxx:
20221027 RtB Cherry Popping 1. Cherry
The night before the shoot, right before I went to bed, I started getting a little nervous. It was 5:00 in the a.m., and I was a bit tired. "Cherry," I told myself, "you just need some sleep to restore your mind to its natural state." I took my own advice, and upon awakening, felt much better; I was actually excited for the show.
You see, I'm usually the dominant one; I am a professional domina. I did have one lover three years ago whom I switched with, but that was about the extent of my excursions into submission. And he was nowhere near as severe or experienced as pd. So the prospect of being on the receiving end of the pain to such a qualified top made me shiver with anticipation.
10:00 pm came rather quickly. Standing there in front of the cameras, knowing that you were all watching, anticipating the show as much as I was made me extremely excited. I am an exhibitionist by nature, so the thought of so many eyes on me was very pleasing.
As I was made to stand on one leg, arms tied behind my back, I felt my body begin to weaken. My mind soon followed suit. I began to tremble. I wondered if my leg would buckle under the strain? It was such a relief when I was allowed to switch to the other leg. (Thanks!)
When I saw the ball gag coming, I was not a happy camper; I don't exactly like my jaw feels when wearing one. But that was nothing - the real challenge came with the addition of the 10 LB weight. I had to suffer through it or rip out my nipple rings. And then came the first of many tears. I started to feel very surrendered. I was heading into the sub zone. Holding the weight with my mouth was the worst part for me since it was constant strain, not staggered like the forthcoming electric play or caning.
Electricity is something that I had never experienced, but have often masturbated to. I shared this secret with Pd immediately wondering if I had made a mistake. Thanks to Ghost's lovely suggestion, I got to straddle a copper pole, trying like hell not to touch it. As it grazed my inner thighs I thought, "This isn't so bad." But when it hit my inner labia I shrieked - it was a very intense pain. But the endorphins it released in me made the temporary pain worth it. I was also happy to be fulfilling one of my fantasies.
I've also thought about sewing my mouth shut. As a photographer, I thought it would make a cool visual, sort of a "speak no evil' kind of motif. So we decided go with it. What I didn't know was that there was to be an electric current attached to it. It wasn't so bad in the mouth except when it hit my teeth - that felt really strange.
Next was what I call the "little dick" contraption. I felt very vulnerable shackled in like that with my engorged clit exposed for play. When I saw the vibrator in PD's hand I was stoked. I knew I was gong to orgasm quickly. Not only was I way turned on, but my entire clit (which by most standards is pretty large) was available for manipulation. But I made a little mistake. I forgot to ask permission to come. I couldn't believe it, as I make people beg for release all the time! Guess I'm not used to being on the begging end.
When he was finally done with me, I not only felt relieved, but very accomplished. I was done. I had gotten through it. No matter what I felt on Saturday night, I knew I had to deal with it, because I wanted to take it. I wanted to prove myself, to please you all, to make pd happy, and also make myself happy. Physical pain is temporal, fleeting. I learned this by getting so many tattoos. If something that you really want hurts you, your mind forces you to suffer through it. And you are stronger for having gotten through it.
All of your support during the show helped as well. Knowing that you were all enjoying my suffering, that you all thought it was beautiful, helped to carry me through it. Afterwards in the chat hearing from you all what a great job I did, offering me words of encouragement and support, made me feel like a million bucks. I was ecstatic.
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Alienxxx:
20221102 RtB Cherry Popping 2. Cherry
The night before the shoot, right before I went to bed, I started getting a little nervous. It was 5:00 in the a.m., and I was a bit tired. "Cherry," I told myself, "you just need some sleep to restore your mind to its natural state." I took my own advice, and upon awakening, felt much better; I was actually excited for the show.
You see, I'm usually the dominant one; I am a professional domina. I did have one lover three years ago whom I switched with, but that was about the extent of my excursions into submission. And he was nowhere near as severe or experienced as pd. So the prospect of being on the receiving end of the pain to such a qualified top made me shiver with anticipation.
10:00 pm came rather quickly. Standing there in front of the cameras, knowing that you were all watching, anticipating the show as much as I was made me extremely excited. I am an exhibitionist by nature, so the thought of so many eyes on me was very pleasing.
As I was made to stand on one leg, arms tied behind my back, I felt my body begin to weaken. My mind soon followed suit. I began to tremble. I wondered if my leg would buckle under the strain? It was such a relief when I was allowed to switch to the other leg. (Thanks!)
When I saw the ball gag coming, I was not a happy camper; I don't exactly like my jaw feels when wearing one. But that was nothing - the real challenge came with the addition of the 10 LB weight. I had to suffer through it or rip out my nipple rings. And then came the first of many tears. I started to feel very surrendered. I was heading into the sub zone. Holding the weight with my mouth was the worst part for me since it was constant strain, not staggered like the forthcoming electric play or caning.
Electricity is something that I had never experienced, but have often masturbated to. I shared this secret with Pd immediately wondering if I had made a mistake. Thanks to Ghost's lovely suggestion, I got to straddle a copper pole, trying like hell not to touch it. As it grazed my inner thighs I thought, "This isn't so bad." But when it hit my inner labia I shrieked - it was a very intense pain. But the endorphins it released in me made the temporary pain worth it. I was also happy to be fulfilling one of my fantasies.
I've also thought about sewing my mouth shut. As a photographer, I thought it would make a cool visual, sort of a "speak no evil' kind of motif. So we decided go with it. What I didn't know was that there was to be an electric current attached to it. It wasn't so bad in the mouth except when it hit my teeth - that felt really strange.
Next was what I call the "little dick" contraption. I felt very vulnerable shackled in like that with my engorged clit exposed for play. When I saw the vibrator in PD's hand I was stoked. I knew I was gong to orgasm quickly. Not only was I way turned on, but my entire clit (which by most standards is pretty large) was available for manipulation. But I made a little mistake. I forgot to ask permission to come. I couldn't believe it, as I make people beg for release all the time! Guess I'm not used to being on the begging end.
When he was finally done with me, I not only felt relieved, but very accomplished. I was done. I had gotten through it. No matter what I felt on Saturday night, I knew I had to deal with it, because I wanted to take it. I wanted to prove myself, to please you all, to make pd happy, and also make myself happy. Physical pain is temporal, fleeting. I learned this by getting so many tattoos. If something that you really want hurts you, your mind forces you to suffer through it. And you are stronger for having gotten through it.
All of your support during the show helped as well. Knowing that you were all enjoying my suffering, that you all thought it was beautiful, helped to carry me through it. Afterwards in the chat hearing from you all what a great job I did, offering me words of encouragement and support, made me feel like a million bucks. I was ecstatic.
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Alienxxx:
20230210 RtB 411 Livefeed. 411
Stocks weighing heavily on my neck and shoulders, I dance nervously against the dungeon's brick wall. Today I am a prisoner in this new place. My first sentence: three hours of torturous anticipation.
Time races by and the real torture begins, starting with a suspension and introduction to the singletail. The crack of the whip is frightening; it stings against my skin. Rope digs into my inner thighs. i'm filled with the new sensations. Screaming, but loving it.
He ties me tightly then, ropes around my arms and ribs. My foot is lifted - I offer it to him. He canes my sole then works up and down both legs. When he unties me, I am purple and striped. This body is mine, I know. But it's still hard to believe.
The gibbet is built around me, molding my goosebumped flesh. He raises me high in the air and I look down at the world below, feeling so separated from it now. Unforgiving metal digs into my feet and my legs weaken in their position. Closing them is no relief; the thick dildo pushed up into me is brutal. I tremble uncontrollably. When will this end? When he wants it to.
On the ground again, he belts me down to a chair. My rationality abandons me as soon as I hear the forge's fierce crackling and feel its heat behind me. I am screaming and squeezing the tears back even before the action begins. This is real. Maybe too real. As the hot iron nears my aching feet, I know I have to keep still. Pain is released in long continuous shrieks. I am consumed by my own fear. Then it is over and I'm almost sorry.
Thankfully, Sir Barry works me with his canes. Ass and feet at the same time. He won't put up with all that noise I make. Quietly I let the tears flow and accept his final blows.
At the show's end I'm in a state of shock. My body is sore all over, but my mind is flying high. Subspace dissolves around me and I see the studio: the lights, the people, the cameras. And the dungeon is behind me, less foreboding, more familiar. It has absorbed my screams, my agony and pain. And now it waits for the next victim.
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Alienxxx:
20230217 RtB 130 Livefeed. 130
"Step into my office," he said, locking the door behind him and gesturing toward a small cage at the side of his desk. Hesitating at first, the sleek blonde professional sashayed across the room. She straightened her suit jacket and skirt before bending down on her knees and crawling inside. The metal door was shut and secured. And so began the most bizarre job interview of her career.
Her debut feed starts with an intense pre-show. Caged in her business attire, she teases PD as he works on his laptop. Let out, she is stretched out and bound to a wooden beam. PD strips her clothes down slowly as she languishes on the concrete. Her legs are spread and secured in a straddle position, leaving her cunt exposed for the flogger. With a half-hour left, she stands on her heels with a noose around her neck, wondering what she's gotten herself into now.
After three hours of anticipation, the show begins with a dramatic wrist suspension. PD provides some support, allowing 130 to wrap her legs around his waists while he cuts off her suit, bra, and panties. He toys with her, lowering her to the ground then lifting her up again. Chest heaving, her lithe body quivers under the strain.
Finally let down, she is ordered to pull a stocking over her head. She is hogtied on her belly with rope forcing her to arch her back, showing off her tantalizing tied tits. A dental gag holds her mouth open for some gag reflex training. Her body convulses as Mr. Pogo is repeatedly thrust deeper and deeper down her throat.
She is next placed in a metal chair to be interrogated. Metal stocks surround her neck and wrists harshly and thin cord stretches her pert nipples outward. Shocks are delivered through a metal speculum when she fails to answer his questions correctly.
PD vibrates 130 in this vulnerable state, the pleasure driving her mad. As she comes, she is transformed into a wild, undulating creature, shaking uncontrollably in her metal bonds. PD tortures her with a second orgasm, vibrating her simultaneously as punishment for not requesting permission.
Blindfolded, she wails at the touch of the electric prod. PD drags it mercilessly across her breasts, feet, and thighs. He takes the blindfold off so she can see where it's going. Are you coming back to Insex again, " he asks. And she answers quickly with a definitive "Yes!"
File: 20230217 RtB 130 Livefeed. 130.mp4
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