Bondage Tools

Bobbi Starr started her skin flicks career at Kink, and today her journey comes full circle, she’s back at the place she thinks of as home.

Well in this house our bitches are trussed up fanny up and naked, and stuck in the cheeks with a dildo. They are blindfolded, gagged, suffer foot torture, caning, and we make ‘em climax whether they wanna or not. And after they orgasm once we make them orgasm again. Our bitches are helpless and we control their bodies. It’s so pathetic for them in a way, don’t you think?

Donna’s six hour ordeal relentlessly continues. What was simple pain and discomfort earlier has now become agony and torment.

With her legs spread wide, she is perched astride the roof of a dog house. The really punishing wood bites into the soft flesh between her thighs as all her weight presses down on her cunt. cyd clamps her breasts backbreaking and whips them over and over as angry red welts rise up and darken. He lets Sarah loose for a moment so she can smoke a cigarette and ash in Donna’s mouth, nicely held open with a clear drool inducing gag.

Donna is taken off the dog house and bound to a standing rack. She’s stretched up to her tip toes for a serious machine fucking session, followed by a short reprieve in order to turn the tables on Sarah.

Donna soon finds herself in the most severe and vulnerable position of the day: On display, bound to a device high in the air, bent over at the waist, breasts hanging down, arms strappado, and knees pulled apart wide with booty bared. She hears the swoosh of the rods in the air behind her as cyd takes some spice up strokes and her eyes widen. She knows she’s in for an intense caning finale.

From the start, Tabitha Tucker makes it clear that she does not like to be uncomfortable. Such being the case, cyd focuses every display on making Tabitha as uncomfortable as possible. She’s afraid of heights, so he suspends her. She doesn’t like to sweat, so he puts her in a latex straitjacket. She doesn’t like to be humiliated, so he bends her over and ties her wrists to her knees and her hair to the ceiling while he canes her bottom. He adds a tube choke making her drool as the finishing touch. Finally, cyd gets tired of her so he hands her over to Sgt. Major to be manhandled and tossed around.

The precious Madison Scott is back with her tiny, firm body and her enormous breasts! We bend her back over a large wooden spool and keep her in place with our punishing metal bondage. This position arches her back severely, pushing those big ole boobs in the open in the air where we can get a good look at ‘em.

Upon closer inspection we notice that these tits are, as we suspected, a tiny too perfect. They deserve to be punished. Luckily, we know a thing or two about putting a hurtin’ on some breasts. We clamp those seductive nipples, tie them off and add weights. We flog our dear friend, make her climax, and add more weights to the nips until they pull to ridiculous lengths. We think those knockers learned a lesson. Maybe we all learned a lesson. And that’s the best gift of all.

The moment Lavender Rayne enters the set, Cyd grabs her, binds her firm, throws her on the floor and treats her like his dog.

Just look at how taut the head harness gag has been bound on. She’s under control from start to finish, face down, rear end up like the bitch she’s.

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 metallic collar around her neck is held in place by chains going off in 4 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 rump up. She’s already moist and nothing has even happened yet. cyd begins to cane her cheeks and she cries out in muffled sobs, her eyes wide with surprise at the severity of her savage treatment. She finds the steel allows her no motion as red marks swell up on her booty. But Lorelei’s vag gives her away; it’s dripping and spicy. Next, the singletail adds just a dash of stinging pain to her welts. As a reward she drafts attitude adjuster deep in her cunt 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 booty 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 boobs & twat 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 titties, torso, and vagina and Lorelei lets in the open shaky moans through her gag. She holds her own, challenging him in the unexplored regions 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 cunt. Lorelei’s still-tender fanny is flogged once again. She cries and battles through the gag, wiggling her feet in defiance, but they are the only thing she can move. Nosehooks are the final degradation, and yet still there is a challenging look in her eyes.

Dana DeArmond is tied up, back down, feet up, in the ultimate missionary positions. Her fanny and twat are exposed to any brutality we can think of.

Foot caned and gagged with her own panties, Dana gets the whole therapy. She’s made to cum and then she is savagely screwed in the fanny.

Maestro comes in and just tears up her rump with a hardcore rough fucking that has Dana moaning and losing control like the whore that she’s. Add some man juice to her gagged face and we have a day.

In a shoot that features some of the best photographic documentation to date, Dia Zerva is wrapped firm in cling wrap, and trapped laying flat on a board fastened down exceptionally firm with clear belts. cyd slices holes in her see through prison to get at her nipples and clit, which he torments mercilessly, first suctioning blood into ‘em to make them swollen, tender and hyper sensitive, before he splashes ‘em with scorching liquid wax, and setting off a train reaction of intense sensations in Zia’s head.

With her exposed bits covered in wax, cyd steps up the intensity, encasing her head in a taut rubber gas mask that seals against the skin of her face, emphasizing her helplessness and making Zia feel under full control as he plays with her, cutting off her oxygen now and again with the palm of his hand.

Bobbi’s shoot was an experiment in “static” bondage – bondage that’s minimal yet severe in nature. The goal is to bind and restrain the model to the very limit of her ability to endure and then step back, let the clock tick and watch her suffer as long as she can bear it. There is no deserve for interaction. No deserve for distractions. Just the model slowly wearing down, sweat beading up and trickling down her body, muscle fatigue causing her limbs to shake at an ever increasing rate – her breathing becoming ragged as she struggles against her straggle to swallow the spit that is beginning to pool in the throat and choke her.

Sometimes I think the interactive style of BDSM that has become increasingly popular in recent years is just interfering with the simple amusement of the bondage itself. It’s not always necessary to tie up a woman and “do something” to her. Sometimes just tying her up is enough.

The first display I more or less manage to accomplish my goal, but by the second, the pressure of the shoot causes me to forget my intentions and I fall back into spearing her with a dildo pole in one hand and vibrating her with the Hitachi in the other. I am curious to hear what the members will say; I await comments on the necessity of interaction in scenes.