Testing Ms. Starr's tolerance with light bondage was merely an assessment of her limits. Hating every moment, she complies with their humiliating demands- until HR returns from another room with a vibrating device. Completely repulsed, she tries to fight the urge to orgasm until she breaks down and finally succumbs to the overwhelming, confusing rush of pleasure.

Full version of, "Hard".

Walking into the show with just a pair of heels and a ball gag always seems to get Martin to wrench my elbows and put me in a hogtie. Being naked and helpless on the dirty floor, twisting around in discomfort and punishing myself with every move while soaking in ice water until it's finally cum time's just something special about the whole thing ?

Gagged, hooded, and planted against the post with my arms tightly wrapped around it was like an agonizing struggle every second of the show. Breathless from the throat rope and squirming in place- chasing comfort that never came, all while Martin keeps me on edge with sudden jolts of freezing water.

Full version of, "Tell Step-daddy, Thank You".

After filling my mouth with a freshly worn pair of pantyhose, I seal it with vet wrap and pull a mesh hood over my head. Martin completes the look by binding my elbows with electrical tape and securing me upright with a bungee around my neck to the ceiling. Once I’m positioned for his viewing pleasure, he sprays me down before putting two wand heads together and sending me over the edge.

I love when I dress for Martin’s attention and he gives me even more than I fantasized about. A tight dress, heels, and no panties practically scream to be taken in that outfit, so when I ended up spread out in a standing position and fucked by the machine, my mood quickly shifted into submissive slut mode.

The tight throat rope heightened my arousal, while my elbows being pulled together added another layer of pain. Keeping my legs spread made the position even harder to maintain, but I was in heaven. Martin talking about his cock or simply brushing his fingers over my pussy was enough to make me want to explode—but it was still too soon.

There’s something about the burlap sack that makes me feel a certain way. Like a girl who’s been captured, stripped, hooded with a bag, and taken to an undisclosed location... except what Martin caught was someone who was willing and eager to suffer, please him, and endure whatever he has in store.

When Martin ties me up, it doesn't matter what he puts me through or how long I have to endure it. The throat rope wrapped tightly around my neck, my elbows smashed together behind my back, heels hurting my feet, clovers clamped down on my nipples, and the crotch rope adding to the intensity... drooling all over myself and trembling from the discomfort. None of it matters. I will STILL always want the cock.

Full version of, "Prolonged Agony".

Full version of, "Bad Girl".