Locked in bilbos

She seems so soft, so clear-eyed, so willing to please. Bronte lays on a stage where things are not soft, where the mouth is blocked and the eyes made blind, and where the cost for everything pleasing is paid for in pain. She's in full rubber a bodybag from toes to chin, ballgag, and latex blindfold. PD strikes her with a cane, leather paddle, flogger, singletail, and finally uses the cattleprod now dubbed the motivation. The motivation drives a game of Find the Dildo. Still blindfolded, she worms around searching, highly motivated. PD mind-fucks her to the max, acting as though he's going to shock her pussy. Instead he inserts a vibrator and gets her off, but it's really a set-up for his next game. Wrists and ankles are held fast in a single set of stocks. Her cunt practically sucks Mr. Pogo inside and a vibrator teases her up, giving Bronte a big hard-on. Now we learn that she doesn't like hoods. In her pre-orgasmic ache, he bargains hood-time for cane strokes. In between, he vibrates her, but not to orgasm. When she finally comes, she shoots Mr. Pogo out her cunt and sits in a puddle of her ejaculate, her eyes and face all dreamy with Game.
GALLERY 1

Inspired by the Inquisition, modern medical and institutional devices, and the drawings of Gord and Pichard, PD ? ingenious gizmologist ? re-creates and explores the full range of terrifying instruments used to overwhelm female flesh, destroying the will. Conceived and produced by true lovers of BDSM rather than financiers, Infernal Restraints produces content in real locations. All devices are one-of-a-kind creations, extravagant in construction and design, handmade by dedicated artists and craftsmen.

GALLERY 2
She's locked to the floor doggie-stye. Bilboes hold her wrists, ankles, and neck as PD goes for her holes. Her short dress loosely drapes her ass, thrust up by the angle of her neck. Her sheer black panties show shadowy labia and holes. PD pokes Mr. Pogo inside her, using the cane to make her fuck herself. A hook in her ass is clearly painful. He ties it to her hair, displaying her rump like a baboon, red with heat. When she sucks Mr. Pogo, he makes her reach for it. And through it all, a continual sound of moans and cries. She stands in a somewhat triangular device. Her head is held at the top by stocks so that, looking up from below, all that can be seen is a lovely female body, headless. Strapping her thighs to the sidebars, it bunches her ass cheeks, pushing them out for the whip. Wires stretch her mouth, and a nose hook fills more holes. A fucking machine revs, banging her cunt at full throttle. She comes. He stops the machine to give her a little rest. The machine doesn't need rest. It can just keep fucking and fucking and fucking.