Ariel Anderssen and Sarah Wild run a confidential maid agency for high profile millionaire customers, and this customer has specifically asked for the two of them to come out to a remote house to give the place a deep clean. Ariel is dressed in a white blouse and satin black pencil skirt with a maid's apron on; Sarah has gone for the full French Maid's uniform. They arrive at the house a bit puzzled- there doesn't seem to be anyone living there. Maybe it is a holiday home? They knock on the door and are horrified to be met by - themselves!

The sinister robot doubles drag the girls into the sinister house and silence them with tape gags, tying them tight to a table. The robots inform the two that they are surplus to requirement - and that THEY will be taking over! Imagine all the corporate secrets they can steal! Ariel and Sarah are left barefoot and bound - the robots have taken their shoes so that even if they do escape the ropes, they will have a long and painful walk back along the gravel farm track and they won't be raising the alarm until it is far too late!

College homecoming queen diva Scarlett Foxett has invited her friend Jenny's boyfriend, Brad, over to her house for a little light flirtation. You see, she's decided that the only arm candy worthy of being in her homecoming photos is Brad, and she doesn't have many scruples about how she's going to achieve that. She knows he's got a subby side and she plans to use that against him.

Unfortunately for her, Jenny and Brad know their knots, and Scarlett soon finds herself helpless in a hairtie hogtie. No matter how much she kicks and fights the ropes, she's not getting out until she's had her just desserts. Ballgagged and barefoot, the feisty redhead struggles and squirms in the strict hogtie bondage as she moans and protests!

Lucy Lauren cheated on her spin-the-wheel challenge so her Master decides that she should be punished - a whole week locked in a chastity belt with no orgasms allowed! And furthermore she will be expected to do her share of the chores with her wrists secured behind her in hinged handcuffs, collared and in chastity. And to really start the punishments off with a bang, he applies cruel clover nipple clamps to her tits and pins the chain to the collar so every movement transmits to her nipples!

Her first task is to tidy the kitchen and do the washing up. As usual she makes a meal of it and whinges constantly - fortunately her Master had already locked her in a ballgag to silence her protests. Then she has to make the bed and clear up the CP implements she threw on the ground in a fit of petulance while they were making the previous video!

When he is finally satisfied with the state of the room it is time to clean up his slavegirl - straight into the shower for her, still wearing all the chastity and metal bondage, and her satin slip. And this is only day one. How on earth is she going to last a week?

This film was a lot of fun to improvise, because Faye Taylor, Chloe Toy and Hywel have heard a lot of stories of pervy photographers pushing levels and we chose to channel that into this script. Faye plays the experienced model "accomplice" who gets novice newcomer Chloe into compromising positions, locking her in the stocks and coaching her how to pose and pout for the cameras whilst having a bit of a perve at proceedings herself.

Off come Chloe's high heels so she can be instructed how to pose barefoot and on tiptoes, locked into leg irons while Faye grabs her bum "for the photos". Then it's time for a bit of teasing spanking with a riding crop and a bit of a grope as Chloe's left locked in the stocks. It was a lot of fun to play absolutely horrible characters for once - almost cathartic in a way - and we nearly had to stop filming at several points when one or other us could scarcely contain the laughter when we were meant to be playing it totally straight :-)

Stunning Bunnie Stevens is so horny, but so shy! She wants her boyfriend to chain her up and oblige her to do all sorts of perverted sexy things, but she's too shy to admit to how she wants to be degraded and used. But fortunately he knows that and so they schedule a roleplay. She is a lawyer in a protection scheme hiding from the mob... and a hitman has tracked her down.

He sneaks up on her as she nervously checks her phone in the safe house. He grabs her and ties her up in red rope, still wearing her prim and proper pencil skirt and satin blouse. She's tied in a hogtie - with just enough give to struggle and get properly dishevelled as he watches her and perves over the sight of her tied up. Of course, she's barefoot - she knows what he likes! He lets her tired herself out with struggling and protests before moving on to the next phase.

Now she can act out as if being made to debase herself as a sex slave - all her awkwardness and shyness is OK because her CHARACTER would be awkward and shy. Now she can take her time getting into the slutty role as her arousal builds Naked in cuffs and collar she says what he instructs her to say. When it's not sexy enough or slutty enough the "enforcer" says she has to do it again, over and over until she gets it right. The roleplay works its magic and finds and frees her inner fuck-doll and by the end this prim and proper shy lady is begging him to fill her holes and fuck her every which way!

Zoey has been hinting and begging for this for months. A whole weekend away with her dom, just the two of them in a big old house in the country. A chance to bring her deepest, darkest BDSM fantasies to life. This time she wants to be treated like a slave from the first moment, broken down and treated like an object.

She sets out all the bondage gear on the table before he arrives. Ropes, yokes, chains, handcuffs, gags, vibrators, sex toys, whips, canes, e-stim, a fucking machine. She wants them all used on her, at his whim, no direct or volition. She wants him to treat her mean this weekend, as though he had no feelings for her at all.

He arrives and takes a deep breath. Inspects the array of implements whilst mostly paying attention to her body language out of the corner of his eye. Is she really ready to be objectified for the weekend? He verifies her consent once more before they begin. Then she is really going to be put through her paces.

She is ordered into the huge playroom and stands before him. He destroys her clothes, leaving her naked and vulnerable. She gasps and bites her lip when he grabs her, roughly man-handling her breasts and twisting her ringed nipples. She wanted him to treat her like this, but it's still as shocking as a bucket of cold water. She realises how much he has been holding back in their normal play sessions.

Today she is an object, and objects don't have orgasms. She is locked in a cold steel metal chastity belt to ensure that she has no possible outlet for her arousal. He decorates her ringed nipples further with weights, then orders her to kneel on the sofa while he ties wickedly spikes rollers to the arches of her soft, wrinkled bare feet. As she stands she realises the diabolical trap - if she lowers her heels, puts weights on the spikes- they're REALLY sharp! Handcuffed, collared and belted in chastity it amuses him to have her suffer while she serves, so suffer she shall.

Making a cup of tea and bringing it to him sounds so simple, but with the spiked rollers tied to her soles it is a veritable odyssey. He obliges her to stand to attention while he looks at her, her legs getting wobblier and wobblier by the minute as she struggles to keep her balance. When the muscle tremors get too much she is permitted to sit for a moment - but not long enough to properly rest. Back up she goes.

But this is paying her too much attention, too soon. It's only Friday, and today she is an object. He has things to do, book to read and he does not require her for a while. So he ties her to the bannisters and abandons her. Roped, belted and collared, her mouth is filled with a huge inflatable cock gag - which he absent-mindedly pumps up as he passes. At least he released her from the spiked rollers first, but the weights on her nipples have been increased and she can do nothing other than endure and take it.

Hours later he returns. No sexual gratification for her tonight, nor any surcease or succour. No comfortable snuggles or lying at the foot of his bed. She is put away as an object. She is wrapped in a satin sack, still belted in cold steel. He ties her into a mummification tie with tight ropes binding her to the bed unable to roll over, get comfortable or even move a muscle. What need does an object have for comfort? In the final dehumanising touch he hoods her, leaving her with eyes wide open. Surely it cannot get worse than this? Then he zips up the front of the hood and her whole world turns black.

It's going to be a very long night.

Zoey has finally got the uncompromising treatment she has been dreaming of. She is away for the weekend with her dom, and he has really put her through her paces. On Friday she was an object. On Saturday she was a punished plaything. At no point has she been allowed any sexual pleasure for herself. And despite the fact that Sunday holds many orgasms for her, not one of them is for her. They are for her Master's pleasure, because it amuses him to turn her into a messy little subby puddle and beg to come even when she really wants to beg him to stop, not to make her undergo yet another climax.

It begins on the breakfast table, and he's going to break her fast from orgasms. She is cuffed and spreadeagled to the table, and subjected to a fucking machine pounding her wet pussy. She's already turned on to the max, a mindless haze of arousal from his harsh treatment of her for the past two days. So when he toys with the control and starts to fuck her with the machine while he idly reads his scientific textbook and snacks on his breakfast, she is lost. He ignores her as her arousal builds, not meeting her imploring gaze. He makes her beg to cum as the machine relentlessly fucks her, over and over again. Two orgasms. Three. Now the climaxes mix pleasure and pain and she beds to cum as she begs him to stop. But the day is only just beginning.

Today she is going to be a remote control electro slut, a sex toy for his amusement and arousal. He has he tied sitting by the fireplace with a remote control Lush vibrator in her pussy. He controls her with his phone as he continues to ignore her arousal, stimulating her pussy and her G-spot with the relentless vibrations. This sets the tone for the rest of the day. She is going to be sexually stimulated beyond endurance. Denied orgasms, edged or made to edge herself until he finally gives her permission to cum, then taken to orgasm again and again because it amuses him to see her flushed and begging for it to stop and for it never to stop.

He eats his lunch off her naked body as she is shackled in chains stretched out on the table, a ballgag muffling her moans as he controls the vibrator in her pussy and leaves her there.

She's allowed to clean off the mess in the shower, but is locked in a chain harness while she does so.

Then he fits her with the ultimate torment - an electroshock butt plug in her arse, held firmly in place by a rope harness and crotchrope. He settles down for some more reading and orders her to fetch a new book for him from the bookshelves at the top of the stairs. Climbing them with a butt plug in would count as a punishment all on its own in their regular play, but today he is without mercy - zapping her with powerful shocks to keep her on her toes! When the books are not to his taste the button is pushed and she is gasping in agony. She keeps making noise and disturbing his reading - so she is ordered to take six strong shocks in a row without making a sound. Only then will the final phase be permitted.

And what is the final phase? She is tied down on the bed and in place of an electric butt plug her pussy is filled with an electric dildo - each side of the long dong is an electrode, and when the control box is set JUST SO her own muscles tense and pulse in time with the shocks, pleasure mixing with pain as her own pussy muscles fuck her. Then she is ordered to add to the already strong sensations by using a powerful magic wand vibe on her clit through the crotch rope... and edge herself repeatedly with ruined orgasms. Will she finally be allowed her climactic orgasmic release as the weekend draws to a close? Or will he deny her final release?

Lovely model Epiphany Jones is looking for work, and she comes across an advert from a photographer shooting "fetish jewellery". Sounds interesting! They agree to meet up for a shoot that weekend. When Epiphany gets to the house it all seems very professional and on the level, so she signs the contract without really reading it. So it's a bit of a surprise when he asks her to strip naked. In for a penny in for a pound though, so she goes along with it. He shows her the "jewellery" - looks suspiciously like metal bondage gear, and as soon as she tries the collar on it locks shut.

The photographer informs her that these items are designed for long-term wear, so to be a fair test she is going to have to be cuffed and collared naked for the whole weekend while he snaps photos of her for promo. Now Epiphany has a choice - she could get in a snit and make trouble, or she could double down and go into partnership with him. She offers to sex it up to the maxx for the photos in exchange for a percentage of the sales. It's a deal! So they do a steamy photoshoot with ballgags and nude in metal bondage action - that's sure to sell more of the product!

Miss Epiphany Jones LOVES her job. Every day she arrives at the office of BDSM corp with a spring in her step. The first step in the daily routine set down by her boss, the CEO, is to slip off her shoes - in this building the secretaries are always barefoot. Of course she wears the regulation white satin blouse, always unbuttoned to show off her sexy lingerie just a peek. Pencil skirt so tight she can hardly walk. Which is fine, because whenever she has to go to the boardroom she isn't allowed to walk anyway - she has to crawl on her hands and knees, handcuffed and locked in heavy metal leg irons.

Today her boss starts off by fastening her in a steel yoke around her neck and wrists. She must do her duties gracefully despite the restrictions - answering the phone, taking messages, tidying the office, assembling a report for the board meeting at 10 am. Then she's released from the yoke and her hands and cuffed in front of her instead in hinged handcuffs. She crawls along the corridor to the boardroom to deliver the mail. Once there she is required to stand on tiptoes waiting in case her services are required. They need a whiteboard - so she is pressed into use as one! The CEO unbuttons her blouse and undoes her bra so he can use her chest and boobs to make notes and draw graphs for the board meeting.

After this humiliating duty she is ordered to return to her office and await punishment, because the CEO has found an unacceptable number of typos in the report. First she is ordered to stand bending over her desk on tiptoes as he spanks her with a leather strap, then she has to kneel to accept a further punishment - one she has not experienced before. Bastinado, to the soles of her bare feet with a riding crop. She takes her punishment well, and coyly suggests that perhaps she can be trained more tomorrow?

Submissives Cherry English and Keira Lavelle are reduced to numbers - slavegirls 2873852 and 87398121

are delivered for their new duties at Honest Omar's. They are dropped in the middle of the night, clad from head to toe in black spandex zentai suits. Hooded and unable to see, all they can do is to follow their training

and walk when ordered. Omar leads them from the driveway through to the house in chains, cuffed and collared in leather slave gear. Once inside they are ordered to kneel and await his pleasure - in the morning.

They have no way of knowing how much time has passed. The kneeling position is agony after a few hours, but both know better than to break position without orders. Some time after dawn Omar appears and brings the girls through to begin their on-boarding procedure as new resources for Honest Omar customers. They begin broadcasting the unveiling of the new slaves for their gold club members. Omar knows how to build tension so the unveiling is done slowly, lingeringly, with scissors cutting away the spandex and revealing the

luscious flesh beneath. He starts at the feet, revealing each slave's sexy bare feet. Then he works upwards. The quiver and quail as they feel the scissors and the cold morning air hits their skin for the first time. Legs, pussies, tits, arms, hands - finally both slavegirls are left chained and naked, still hooded while the viewers drink in their assets. They need to be dressed in suitable slave costumes - rope bondage! Each is tied in a crotchrope and chest harness before the blindfolds are finally removed to reveal their pretty faces.

Of course, before making a reservation the viewers want to see how the slaves respond to stimulation. So the two girls are tied in a bedroom, one with her feet up presented for bastinado and the other on all fours on the bed just ready for a bit of spanking, bastinado and eventual fucking. Pain slut or fuck slut, take your choice - which one will you reserve?

Zoey has what she was begging for: a whole weekend away with her dom, just the two of them in a big old house in the country. A chance to bring her deepest, darkest BDSM fantasies to life. To be treated like a slave from the first moment, broken down and treated like an object.

Friday was a lesson in being ignored.

Saturday's lesson to learn is that she is a plaything to be punished and tormented purely for his amusement.

There will be no gratification for her, no attention, no orgasms. Just assigned tasks and humiliation.

That begins at the breakfast table. Heavy shackles on her ankles, wrists confined in hinged bandcuffs behind her, and an implausibly large ring gag in her mouth. Before her, her rations for the morning - gloopy porridge with the consistency of thick cum. And to drink? Water, delivered through the hole in an ejaculating dildo. To get anything to quench her thirst she's going to have to suck cock to start the day. And how on earth is she going to lick up any of the gruel without getting her face literally right down into it, smearing it all over her face and wrecking her makeup before the day has even properly begun?

That's is his first lesson to her today. Her needs and wants matter not at all. He wants to see her degrade and humiliate herself, smearing her face with gloop and sucking dick to get a mouthful of water to drink. It amuses him to see her wreck herself so completely.

Once she's done it is off to the bathroom for a cleanup. But no respite - he binds her hands behind her and blindfolds her while she sits in the bath. Then he amuses himself by tormenting her with ice cubs and hot wax all over her exposed breasts, belly and thighs! She doesn't know whether the next sensation will be the shock of ice on her neck above her metal ring collar, or searing wax dripping onto her ringed and pierced nipples! She is nothing but a plaything whose suffering amuses the man she has begged to take her to this place of punished submission.

He assigns her tasks designed for her to fail. She must keep a spoon pressed up against the wall with her nose, hands cuffed behind her and nipples stretched by weights attached to her nipple rings. As he goes past he sets the weights swinging for his own sadistic amusement. When she fails and the spoon falls, of course, she is punished.

She is made to sit, tied to a footstool, tongue out with clothes pegs applied to it. She cannot control her drool or or pain and it just gives him more pleasure to see the tremors in her legs as she tries to obey his orders. Then she is hogtied and chastity belted to serve as his footstool.

As evening draws in she is tied on her back with her feet raised for the proper punishment for failing at the impossible spoon task - a brisk and brutal bastinado applied with riding crop and cane to the pretty soles of her poor bare feet. Finally she is allowed rest of a sort - confined to a locked pet cage, cuffed and collared. She even has a blanket, how kind of him. But she can either cover herself or use it to cushion herself from the hard, cold metal floor. Such is the fate of a punished plaything.

And worst of all she is SO GODDAMNED TURNED ON and she is not allowed to do ANYTHING about it. She is strictly forbidden from touching herself or gratifying her wet pussy in any way whatsoever!

Posh totty Stephanie Bonham-Carter's boyfriend has her on a dare - will she work out in the garden in metal bondage? Dressed in her sports bra and jogging shorts, he first bids her to do a few circuits with her hands handcuffed in front of her with hinged steel handcuffs. She is up for the challenge - around she goes! But that's only the first part of the handcuff dare. Next she has to repeat the run but this time with her hands handcuffed behind her back - much more of a challenge for balance. Then he sites her down and adds leg irons, and when she protests he gags her with a black cleave gag for being a bad sport.