During the interview she mentioned she was claustrophobic , which saved me the trouble of coming up with what to do first. She sat in the corner and watched as a pair of wooden posts were erected in the middle of the room. She began to get very nervous when she saw the cage being dragged over and hoisted into the air on the poles. Finally, with the cage secure, I opened the grate and forced her in. She could barely fit, so I had to lean on the grate to keep it down until I could lock it shut.

From time to time I like to bring in different dominants to shoot for the site. The rationale for this is simple. Different people have different skills and interests. Some people love to show off their fancy rope bondage suspension scenes. Others want to get dressed up in latex and fist people. The list goes on. Now on the other hand we have excellent models, who have worked with me on the site time and time again, but if they only work with me all the time, then there are certain types of play that they will never experience. Sgt. Major is the perfect example. I am never going to pick up a model and hoist her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I'm never going to bark at a model like a drill instructor. While I can slowly frighten a woman by planting a small seed of doubt in her mind as to the nature of my intentions once I have her helpless, I cannot physically impose her with a tall powerful build and a grip like steel. It's always good to switch things up, especially with great models who have many areas that have yet to be explored on the site. 

There is no doubt in my mind that the first thing both Jandi and January did when they left their respective shoots is to look for the number of a good chiropractor or masseuse. Their necks and backs were clamped and trapped in thick iron bars and twisted, contorted and forced into near inhuman positions. Alternatively, one might view this shoot as an initial experiment into finding out just how twisted up and tormented each woman can get before it prevents them from being forced to orgasm . More data on this to come...... 

Sara Faye endures a gauntlet of devilish devices and situations, starting with a tight hogtie done with cold chain, followed by a painful session of perching against a pole with nothing but a sharp wooden triangle digging into her bare arches for support. A strict wooden neck stock forces her to maintain an excessively rigid posture to avoid choking. Meanwhile, Jaeyln Fox proves herself to be a spoiled brat right from the start. She thinks the show is going to be all about her being a co-star in a porn video, looking all done up and sexy while engaging in some light kinky roleplay and sex. Once she realizes that she's going to be locked up like a veal calf and treated like nothing more than a random piece of meat with three warm holes open for use, her ego takes a big hit and she starts to have second thoughts. Clearly in need of a serious attitude adjustment, Jaelyn shoots sidelong glances to Sara behind cyd's back for moral support, makes faces when she is ordered to perform tasks, mutters and whispers under her breath, and just generally attempts to top from the bottom. For her efforts, she dooms herself to be secured in a series of uncomfortable and humiliating bondages, where she is placed to be ignored, denied orgasm and to left to suffer slowly, feeling every minute of the six hour show with no relief or pleasure . Perhaps the experience taught her just exactly what her place and role is. The show continues on, focusing almost entirely on Sara instead, a participant who shows the proper enthusiasm and respect. 

At the beginning of the shoot, cyd sizes up Alexa and Claire. He decides to torment Alexa by forcing her to endure a series of uncomfortable and humiliating positions. On her knees, with her arms bound behind her, Alexa moans into her gag, trying to find some way to ease the tension on the tight nose clamp that keeps her head firmly under control and her body under ever increasing waves of stress that slowly and inexorably break her down and bring her to the point of agony. Done with Alexa for the moment, cyd binds Claire kneeling with her knees spread and her arms stretched out and strapped to a horizontal pole behind her shoulders - a perfect position for the breast bondage and whipping that is to come. cyd straps Claire's head into a tight head harness panel gag which completes the bondage and the visual spectacle at the same time. Once cyd begins wipping Claire, an unexpected and delightfully sadistic bonus presents itself: The metal bar that Alexa's already sore and tender nose is clamped to also happens to be part of the metal structure that Claire is bound to. As such, the bar vibrates back and forth as Claire throws her body against it as cyd whips her, bringing the already desperate Alexa to the verge of tears.

Claire Dames has huge boobs. Look at them. They are the size of cantaloupes. They are screaming out to be trapped, bound and punished . And their screams are heard by Cyd Black and Claire Adams, who steps in to assist Cyd in double teaming the massive sweater puppies and the woman they are attached to. 

From the start, Tabitha Tucker makes it clear that she does not like to be uncomfortable. Such being the case, cyd focuses every scene on making Tabitha as uncomfortable as possible. She is 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 ass. He adds a tube gag forcing her to 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. 

A librarian sets out to do some research into human sexuality. 

Sara Faye endures a gauntlet of devilish devices and situations, starting with a tight hogtie done with cold chain, followed by a painful session of perching against a pole with nothing but a sharp wooden triangle digging into her bare arches for support. A strict wooden neck stock forces her to maintain an excessively rigid posture to avoid choking. Meanwhile, Jaeyln Fox proves herself to be a spoiled brat right from the start. She thinks the show is going to be all about her being a co-star in a porn video, looking all done up and sexy while engaging in some light kinky roleplay and sex . Once she realizes that she's going to be locked up like a veal calf and treated like nothing more than a random piece of meat with three warm holes open for use, her ego takes a big hit and she starts to have second thoughts. Clearly in need of a serious attitude adjustment, Jaelyn shoots sidelong glances to Sara behind cyd's back for moral support, makes faces when she is ordered to perform tasks, mutters and whispers under her breath, and just generally attempts to top from the bottom. For her efforts, she dooms herself to be secured in a series of uncomfortable and humiliating bondages, where she is placed to be ignored, denied orgasm and to left to suffer slowly, feeling every minute of the six hour show with no relief or pleasure. Perhaps the experience taught her just exactly what her place and role is. The show continues on, focusing almost entirely on Sara instead, a participant who shows the proper enthusiasm and respect. 

Smokie Flame's November 2007 Device Bondage shoot.

Sarah gets off on the feeling being bound very tight, so when she's strapped into the latex straitjacket, she's already wet before all the belts are buckled on. The rubber compression hood is the icing on the cake for her, allowing her eyes and nose to peek out, but keeping her nice and quiet at the same time - until the electrical stim is inserted into her dripping cunt and turned up on high. Chained and helpless in her rubber outfit, she is left to process the pleasure of the bondage and the pain of her situation as they mix together with a little help from the cane as well. 

One memory from this shoot stands out in particular. Alexa was wrapped so tight as to be completely immobilized in a latex cocoon . She was laying on her back on a box and her nose was chained down to the floor with a painful septum clamp. She couldn't move her head at all without her eyes welling up with tears from putting additional tension on the clamp. All things considered, it seemed like a great moment to start slowly ripping off the tiny serrated clamps that were affixed to her nipples once by one. Her muscles started shaking and her eyes went back and forth, back and forth like a wide-eyed cat cookoo clock from some silent 1950's black and white animation. 

A curious opportunity presented itself in the middle of Andy's shoot. I realized that I could use the bar that was forcing her to the ground and trapping her there as a fulcrum to pivot canes over and use them to pull up on the nasty painful little clamps biting into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The result was wonderful. She screamed in pain with a tap on any of the canes I had threaded over the bar and through the top catch on each clamp. Pressing down on one cane resulted in a whimper. Two a small scream. Five a loud scream and tears welled up. I played with my new instrument until it broke, then moved on to other pastimes such as jamming a dildo down her throat until she choked and then putting her in a severe neck to ankles hogtie until she collapsed , gasping for air. What fun.