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I am put in a tough position with an ass hook pulled tightly, two sets of nipple clips zip tied together, and a tens unit zapping my ass before I get to be fucked with a dildo on the sawzall.
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I spent the afternoon struggling in my own little steel trap.
This simple but very effective set of cuffs and a collar allowed no movement and very little ability to breathe.
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I am sealed in plastic wrap like a mummy
followed by another layer of duct tape straps on the metal splint frame, Once spent the afternoon there I was vibrated until I couldn’t hold the orgasms in anymore.
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When Erika and I found ourselves facing each other on the dirty shop floor with our necks locked into a custom steel restraint, legs tied tight around each other and our arms welded behind our backs in matching single gloves we soon found ourselves struggling to deal with our predicament like dirty little sluts just the way we like it
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Every single part of my body was strapped down with straps held with screws. No matter how much I struggled to get free I couldn't budge any of the straps.
adding to the whole ordeal was a electric dildo that was inserted and turned up so high I could only try to struggle. No matter how much I tried I was stuck. The only things I could easily move were my fingers and feet.
It was a long day for me abandoned in the attic
To make it even better check out the video as well.
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Lydia wires me up with two tens units, binds my arms in my leather arm binder, puts the latex ballhood on me and then hangs me upside down from my ankles on the side of Gord’s house.
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I was told to go out shopping for a new dress and shoes. I guess I should have known that there was a reason for it along with a game behind the shopping spree. Once I put on my new dress and shiny red high heels it was time for the game.
I soon found myself out in the shop with my neck in a posture collar locked to a chain attached to the ceiling. I was left alone in the shop for some time before my Ledermeister glove, black shrink wrap, and metal tape were added to make sure I had to pay for the new dress. It turned out that every dollar I spent while I was shopping added up to double the money in time spent strung up like a little stuck up bitch in this position.
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It has become a tradition around here at Christmas time that something kinky comes in the mail. This year it was three sets of handcuffs. They are not like all the other handcuffs out there though. They have a plastic bar holding them together in the middle making it impossible for the person in them to ever free themselves even if they had the key.
I figured it would be fun to open the gift in front of the Christmas tree then be locked in them. There was a set put on my ankles, wrists, and above my elbows then the wrists were locked to the ankles. I was stuck in a hogtie ready for Christmas.
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I have been on a couple of fucking machines before, but never while I was on a truck! While visiting Jeff from the House of Gord he attached a fucking machine to his back bumper and I got to try it out.
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The Sarge from Back Door Bondage and a friend tie Natali and I up and then have some fun with us. Natali and I had no idea what to expect from them. We ended up having a great time.
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I am transformed into a ballerina at the House of Gord by being locked in a rigid frame from my ankles to the top of my thighs. There is a dildo on the top of the frame that holds me in place.
Once I am locked in this position a motor turns me around slowly like a ballerina from a jewelery box.
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Petal is cocooned in a darlex suit with straps and I am strapped to a contraption that keeps me in a dog style position called the Slut-Puppy that is motorized. I pull Petal around the house while using my mouth to control the speed and direction that we go.
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With the addition of the new search feature in the members area and the selectable view for content I thought it would be a great week to bring out a mix of images from my early bondages.
Many are brand new never before seen pictures from my personal collection.
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It was my birthday and I was visiting the House Of Gord and for my birthday I had a chance to try out Gord’s version of the air fucking chair. I wore a purple head harness gag and had my nipples pinched tight with nipples clips and weights were put on. It was a great way to spend my birthday.
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Lydia and I both go for the ride of our life at the House of Gord on the hood of a ford truck. This is no normal tuck ride. We are both tightly strapped down with Lydia on the hood as a hood ornament and I find myself locked in place upside down on the front bumper.
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Here is the final part of the adventure
I got a call to go and dominate someone for the first time except to my surprise I wind up as the bitch when I show up with the wrong attitude at the right door.
I am bound, gagged and tormented before I know it.
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Here is Part II
I got a call to go and dominate someone for the first time except to my surprise I wind up as the bitch when I show up with the wrong attitude at the right door.
I am bound, gagged and tormented before I know it.
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I got a call to go and dominate someone for the first time except to my surprise I wind up as the bitch when I show up with the wrong attitude at the right door.
I am bound, gagged and tormented before I know it.
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words and when I looked at this update myself I wanted to try to pick a few that really described the situation. Instead of a normal hogtie I was restrained in nylons, then electrical tape, followed by rope. There was no way that I was going to struggle my way out of this one.
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Everyone knows the phrase be careful what you wish for… This week I remembered that lesson well when I was eager to put on a half dozen pairs of cuffs and take pictures of myself in them without taking time to realize there was no key in the pile of cuffs to ever let myself out.
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