Bondage comics

Leather straps constrict her body in a tight hogtie, face down on the padded box. New to bondage with only a handful of shoots in her past, she's never experienced helplessness like this. I watch as sweat begins to bead on her face. She's nervous. She gasps and claims it's difficult to breathe, but I know she's lying. She's just desperately seeking a way to gain back some of the control she gave up. The exaggerated gasping doesn't have the intended effect on me so next she starts pleading, first with her voice and then with her eyes, but that doesn't work either. I've seen this act before. Her feigned suffering makes me want to pull the straps tighter, to show her how easy I'm being on her, to show her how bad it can get, but I resist the urge. For now, anyway. If I'm patient, I can lure her in deeper. Later on, with a thick dildo buried deep in her cunt and a vibrator pressed hard against her clit, she gives in to the relentless buzzing and throbbing between her legs. I watch with faint amusement as she easily sucks air into her lungs in long full breaths, her attempts at deception now forgotten. She screams as her body writhes and convulses in orgasm. Her eyes glaze over with pleasure and now she is gasping for real, exhausted from the muscle contractions in her abdomen and thighs. All traces of the fear and hesitation that existed before are gone now, replaced with something else...raw lust. She's hooked, and there is no going back.

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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 gasmask I put on her face, and I enjoy hearing her struggle for each labored breath. I place 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.

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