Demon Strator Nude Leaks
"No one will notice you at the Folsom Street Fair," Master had said. Well he'd been wrong about that ... and now it was too late.
She had thought it a silly excuse for a torture device until Master started in with the tickling.
Being part of a slavegirl Murphy bed was, like, the dullest gig EVER!
She couldn't get OFF the sybian, but she could get off ON the sybian.
She wasn't a bath attendant, she was a slave bath fixture, working her way UP to slave bath attendant.
The problem with being a petgirl is, even when you're let out of the doghouse, you're still a dog.
As it turned out, the experiment demonstrated nothing about the electrical and magnetic properties of a slavegirl's pussy.
Turns out it's easy to get a slavegirl to fall head over heels for you: just tie her that way.
As wedding photos went, it was .. different.
And that's why the Michelin Guide gave the restaurant three Boners.
Get back here, Master! I owe you a blowjob!
G-spot located!
The problem with winning a bitch suit race is you're still a bitch in a bitch suit.
She found it ironic that they kept the bedsheets so clean and white and the put girls like her in them to stain them in all sorts of wonderfully nasty ways.
The heartbreak of being the last slut sold at the auction.
Her ex post facto fallacy, she realized, lay in the fact that she could not have any effect on anything, once she was strapped to the post.
"Note that the slavegirl is now squirming in her bonds and begging for sex..." slavers' classes could be so hard on a girl.
It was their misfortune to have been kidnapped by a rapist who was so prolific that he had to number his victims.
She didn't know what she'd done or where she was. But she knew the ball she held was attached to a ring in her pussy by a chain that only reached to her knees.
She was one of those rare slavegirls who could put her best foot forward and also behind her at the same time.
HFW Master says, "The sybian ride is over when I say it's over, slut."
The Red Rocket Slavegirl was so beautiful when naked that she was forbidden to wear clothes by city ordinance!
There's being eye to eye, then there's being gag to gag and wand to wand.
She didn't mind being stripped and gagged and tied up and put on the carpet, but that rug ... that rug was nasty!
"I don't understand it. Every time the maid breaks something, I give her the wand torture, but she just breaks something else."
She had an urge to tell Master that her eyes were down here, but unfortunately, her pussy was up there.
She knew the rules. No gag means you're next to give a blowjob.
The Flying Mattress was her signature move, and no Master could resist it!
So savagely powerful were her breasts that each had to be bound to a different tree!
Working out for the slavegirl's ultimate bike race: The Tour De No Pants
They called it the Seige Pleasurus, a throne fit for a king.
"I'm pretty sure I have enough clamps on me, Master."
The things a slavegirl has to do to get a guy to "I do."
She was pretty sure she wasn't laying on a real yoga mat, and she was REAL sure this wasn't actual yoga. But meh, if it got her fucked...
She just wanted to find out if her new slavegirl had any brains ... while pegging her.
Press nipple to initiate orgasm sequence ...
The only thing worse than squirming when she was bound and triple plugged, was not squirming.
Free people were so silly, walking around in those soggy clothes.
Why did everyone keep calling her "bitch"? ...Oh, right.
Got no wind chimes, but you DO have a slavegirl? Never fear!
Mistress had her thumb on her clit and her hand, oh, jeezus fucking Christ her WHOLE HAND was jerking off her uterus!
