Sarah Jane Ceylon is chained, flogged, strapped, caged, gagged, clamped, vibrated, fucked, whipped, licked, caned and forced to come over and over for six hours during her live show.



Sarah starts the show kneeling with a metal collar around her neck locked to a pole in the floor as members in the show chatroom type in questions for her to answer. Over in the corner, Alexa Von Tess watches from where she is trapped in a rusty iron cage to act as a backdrop decoration.



The scenes change again and again. Members come up with suggestion after suggestion. Sarah is manacled to a table with her ass and cunt in the air, she is locked in a cage, bent over backward and stretched on a rack, fucked by Alexa with a dildo gag and beaten until her ass is bright red and full of welts. The scenes go on and on.



The show was broadcast over the Internet to a live audience of hundreds of members across the globe in HD video quality with overwhelming success. It is presented to you here in edited form for members to download. Device Bondage does live shows every third Saturday of the month. Don't miss the next one!

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Amazonas

Annette Schwarz' body resembles that of an Amazon woman. With blonde hair, blue eyes and broad shoulders, she has quite a presence to behold. Unfortunately for Annette, at Device Bondage, just as in the US legal system, anything a model says, does or is, can and will be used against her during the shoot.


In this case, cyd decides to use her size and stature against her, locking her down on the angular roof of a wooden dog house and thus bringing the full weight of her body down on her clit, pressing hard against the wood and on the plug that is buried deep in her ass.

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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......

Delilah Strong gets a fresh helping of pain, humiliation and pleasure (not necessarily in that order) in her most recent visit to Device Bondage.


Balanced in the air, riding a wooden pony with her feet pulled up behind her, her cunt bears the full weight of her body as she struggles.


Later on, strapped to a box with a dildo buried in her cunt, she pukes from how harsh the bondage is we have to start the scene over, taking the intensity down a notch so poor Delilah can survive it without passing out.

She spends the last scene with her face mashed up against a wall of poles with her body forced down on the floor.

It's delightful to twist the fair into the grotesque. The latex frogface hood is the perfect tool for the occasion. With stalks covering blind eyes and a small hole for air to come in and teeth to protrude, it effects her transformation from woman into drooling bondage mutant.


The heat and pressure of the hood slowly builds mashing her lips and sealing her nostrils shut. Her gasping breaths are filled with spittle as she drags air in and out, in and out, more frantic by the minute. My only regret is that she can't see what she looks like. Her humiliation would be priceless I'm sure. Ah well..one can't have one's cake and eat it too I suppose.

Ky. A friend of a friend. She's been hanging around, coming by where the staff drinks after work and dropping hints. She says she likes bondage and wants to do the site, so I say sure.



When she shows up a week later, I give her to Sarge to play with. He's a barrel chested martial arts expert. I've always liked watching him manhandle women and toss them about.



Sarge picks her up, strips off her clothes, spanks her ass and straps her down. There's no question he's in control. He's so in control it's ridiculous. Viewing the scene makes me imagine a grizzly bear playing with a rag doll. He presses his thumbs into her pressure points causing her to gasp. He smacks her pussy and makes her squeal. He runs a chain through her crotch and pulls it up tight to the ceiling. Her eyes begin to glaze over. She's in her own little world. I can tell this is everything she was hoping for for and way way more.



When it's over, she's exhausted, but I can tell she'll be back for sure.

Bobbi Starr is one of the sweetest girls around. If you met her anywhere else besides a porn studio, you'd never guess what she gets up to. She seems as wholesome as can be with her classic "girl next door" appearance complimenting an oddly innocent demeanor for a hard core porn star. Her charms won't buy her any quarter here though. Moments after her interview, cyd takes off one of her shoes - a pink high heel with an alligator skin pattern, filthy from being worn by model after model - and stuffs it in her mouth. A fashionable, yet functional gag that becomes a bit less fashionable after cyd punches holes in it and unceremoniously straps it to her face with a rough leather strip. She gags from the odor wafting into her nostrils and turns her head to try and avoid the smell, but to no avail. cyd cuts off her underwear and exposes her cunt for examination. Bobbi screws her eyes shut in a mixture of humiliation and arousal as the camera zooms in.

Two more scenes follow. In one, Bobbi is bent over a device with her nipples clamped and pulled down while her arms are pulled back and up in a painful strappado. in another, she is forced to kneel in a rusty iron cage. A bar runs across the cage, holding her arms up behind her by the elbows and forcing her head down. Her face presses against the cold metal as her pussy is rammed with a dildo on a steel pole and a powerful vibrator is pressed against her clit. Nipple clamps add to her torment, painfully punishing any attempt to find a bearable position for her aching body.

BDSM gear fetishists everywhere will unanimously agree that building a collection of high quality equipment that is properly designed, aesthetically pleasing yet functionally useful is a process that takes many years and an inordinate amount of disposable income. Hunting down the one or two people on Earth that have the knowhow to make a custom fitting chastity belt or straitjacket is time consuming enough, let alone the agonizing 8 to 24 week waiting period to receive items from a tiny town in Europe or from an individual astisan who makes each piece by hand in his or her spare time.



Once the gear finally arrives, it is worth every penny and the long agonizing wait. The latex fits like second skin, the straitjacket is molded to the precise form of a woman, ensuring that she is utterly helpless, tightly constricted, yet able to remain in the bondage indefinitely. The chastity belt is so tight that a single finger is all that can be forced under the waistband and the vaginal shield is locked in place and pressing so forcefully against her pubic mound that it may as well be bolted in place with surgical screws. The extremely strict form of control this type of gear has on a submissive can cause her to have a mind blowing experience in a scene.



This shoot was done with all custom made to measure gear. For those individuals who are unsure what kind of difference this type of gear can make in a bondage scene, enjoy the update and perhaps you will see an item you would like to pick up for your own play. If you'd like to know the manufacturer, post on the forums and ask.


Note to Non-Gear Fetishists: Thanks in advance for the super anecdote you're planning to post about how you built your home dungeon and all your equipment for $1.73 with supplies from Home Depot, things found in your couch and an old pasta strainer. It's sure to be a real zinger and the insightful crafting of your comment will no doubt teach us that a true BDSM master (like yourself) needs no expensive props to securely bind and dominate a woman. In fact, you can dominate a woman with your mind, body language and voice, causing her to remain rigidly motionless and at attention with no restraints at all, ready to please you on a moments notice should you give the command or even the slightest gesture of your hand. Your go-get-em' DIY thriftiness and sheer Dom power both humbles us and amazes us. In fact, since we already know how frugal and fantastic you are, you may as well skip the effort of posting the comment at all since it will no doubt take you away from your harem of willing submissives.

In order to build the technical infrastructure necessary to stream high definition wide screen live video feeds of device bondage shows as well as shows that other Kink sites may wish to put on, we needed to test the system twice before it was ready. In a previous update, we showed you the second test. This bonus update is footage of the first test.


Sarah is bound on the floor with her legs spread, her arms pulled back and her nipples clamped tight and attached to the ground, pulling her forward in a grueling predicament bondage scenario.

Leather straps constrict her body in a tight hogtie, face down on the padded box. New to bondage with only a handful of shoots in her past, she's never experienced helplessness like this. I watch as sweat begins to bead on her face. She's nervous. She gasps and claims it's difficult to breathe, but I know she's lying. She's just desperately seeking a way to gain back some of the control she gave up.



The exaggerated gasping doesn't have the intended effect on me so next she starts pleading, first with her voice and then with her eyes, but that doesn't work either. I've seen this act before. Her feigned suffering makes me want to pull the straps tighter, to show her how easy I'm being on her, to show her how bad it can get, but I resist the urge. For now, anyway. If I'm patient, I can lure her in deeper.



Later on, with a thick dildo buried deep in her cunt and a vibrator pressed hard against her clit, she gives in to the relentless buzzing and throbbing between her legs. I watch with faint amusement as she easily sucks air into her lungs in long full breaths, her attempts at deception now forgotten. She screams as her body writhes and convulses in orgasm. Her eyes glaze over with pleasure and now she is gasping for real, exhausted from the muscle contractions in her abdomen and thighs. All traces of the fear and hesitation that existed before are gone now, replaced with something else...raw lust. She's hooked, and there is no going back.

The metal is cold and excruciating against my flesh. It digs into my neck, wrists, and ankles like bare bones grinding against each other at the joint. It becomes more unpleasant with every adjustment I try to make. I must force myself to become accustomed to this metal structure, to feel as though it is an extension of my skeletal structure, a part of me. Every sensation is an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel his eyes watching me, his smirk, his pleasure in my discomfort and pain. I find that I am turned on by this in spite of myself. He knows where every tender part of my body is and he makes sure to exploit that knowledge. I have no choice but to give in, a slave to sensations.



Later on, I am completely immobilized with all my weight supported by a bar between my legs. With my head and arms severely tied back I find it difficult to catch my breath and before long I am rasping and gasping for air. He lets my head up, but at the price of the singletail's licks. All I can think about is how badly I want him to hit me harder. This position is so painful that the only thing capable of delivering relief is more pain. It takes all my concentration just to withstand it. I am so distracted that I forget to thank him when he provides me with something to stand on to displace the weight. He calls me ungrateful I am immediately consumed by so much guilt that I want to cry. I want to make it up to him and just endure it, but the pain is too great. My internal conflict is almost worse than the actual position.



I want to forget this transient pain and to just tolerate my situation and please him, but I can't let go of the feeling and the desire to physically end it. It is such a turn on to have my mind and body engaged simultaneously in this way. It proves my lack of control and that is something I like very much. Finally I cannot take any more. I have to ask to stand on the boxes again. This time I will not forget my manners. My reward is relief and a string of screaming orgasms, leaving my chest heaving with gratitude. I thank him once aloud because I am too exhausted to repeat it, although it is all that rings in my ears.

I ask her about her name.



"It's short for Synesthesia", she says, and pauses, looking up at me. I can tell she's just itching to give the definition, so I play along and ask. She says it means the blurring of the senses. She's thinking smelling colors and feeling sounds. I have a different mixture of sensations planned.



The hard edge of the wooden horse presses painfully into her cunt as she struggles and her crotch bears the entire weight of her body. She tries to hold out, but the cane stinging her breasts and abdomen brings tears welling up almost immediately. Soon after, she's stretched up on her toes from floor to ceiling and wrapped so tight that the pressure forces her blood into the exposed flesh, making the skin in those areas taut and sensitive. Tiny clips with serrated teeth to bite into and hold their grip as weight after weight is added. A vibrator wedged between her legs performs its function and a crude mixture of pain and pleasure begins to play out in her body. She squeezes her thighs together and squirms. A teardrop rolls down her cheek. She doesn't know whether to come or cry. It's not textbook synesthesia, perhaps, but it's good enough for me.

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Heat

I had one purpose in my mind for the shoot: lock the girl in a cage and make her sweat. A lot. Put an electric heater under her. Chain her head, wrists, ankles and waist so she could barely move. Make her suffer. Until there was begging and crying. Preferably both.


I got my wish, although she stuck it out for a long time before the harness gag got her. The sweat dripping down her face caused the panel of the gag covering her mouth to seal off her air completely. I had to let her out. But not for long. As soon as she caught her breath I was waiting for her.

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Taut

Sarah's body is made for bondage. It can be twisted, bent and contorted into almost any humanly possible position save the most extreme ones practiced by circus performers. Her strength and flexibility is challenged with bizarre and strenuous scenarios.


Sarah also has a straitjacket fetish, which is indulged with an elaborate horizontal suspension involving a gas mask, ass hook, flogging and breath play.

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Iâ??ve been looking forward to this shoot ever since I left the last one. My previous experience was so deliciously hot that the wait to come back was torturous. With my neck and wrists in a fiddle and my ankles shackled and chained to back of my neck, pulling my neck head in an awkward angle it begins. I am lying on my stomach, hip bones and elbows digging into the harsh wood and I can't seem to get comfortable. I try rolling on my side, which makes my elbows feel momentarily better, but I am still straining to find that unattainable tolerable position. cyd begins the interview with me like this and I feel my excitement begin to rise as we discuss the possibilities of the day. I will get to do a scene in my favorite set, a dingy old public bathroom. I am overjoyed at the suggestion of an enema. That kind of humiliation gets me wet just thinking about it.



It is dark and cramped. I must be in some sort of box. My head is smashed against a wall in front of me and my feet scrape the wall behind me. I am restrained by leather straps which keep my body curled into a little ball. Two dildos protrude from what I can only assume is the wall right behind me. One is shoved deep in my already dripping pussy and the other is stuffed in my ass. The box begins to move, jolting and bumping along as though it is rolling over uneven ground. It sounds like there are things in the box with me, below my head, that are rattling around as we move. I make small noises and try to cry out through the gag in my mouth. Suddenly there is a blinding light. The doors to my little box have been flung open and he appears and begins to pet my head in an almost tender way. He produces a pulley and attaches it to a point in the ceiling. I frown, confused. What could he be planning? I don't have to wait long to find out, as he hooks the pulley to one of the leather straps binding me and I am quickly suspended from the ceiling, dangling like a piece of meat on a fishing line. Exposed completely and at his mercy. Eventually he lowers me onto a cart, unhooks me, and wheels me away.



To fulfill my fantasy in the filthy bathroom, I am bound and gagged on the cold floor. It is pitch black, save for one harsh light blinding any hope i may have of seeing my surroundings. He smokes a cigar and waves it around in my face. The excitement of not knowing what will happen next is turning me on to unbelievable extents. Then something is shoved in my ass. It gets frighteningly hot, then cools again. It is thrilling and terrifying all at once, and my excitement grows. I want more. But I am quickly left alone on the floor.

Sabrina Fox is twisted, contorted and locked down into one severe position after another. Cyd Black designs each scenario to make it harder for Sabrina to breathe, while at the same time ratcheting up the intensity and pain with no mercy, except to provide the desperate and helpless girl an orgasm.

She is bound on her back, with her knees pulled up tightly to her chest level, compressing her torso and leaving her cunt wide open for access. She's bound on her stomach and made to arch her back as Cyd holds a leather strap bound around her neck. He uses it to control her, pulling back hard on it to force her to arch up or choke and giving her slack just as she is on the edge of terror to gasp air into her oxygen starved lungs before he pulls her up again. Finally, she is strapped into a brutal version of a clam tie, her upper arms attached to her thighs and her neck to her ankles. Again she suffers and struggles to breathe, with Cyd constantly raising the bar, this time with extremely painful tiny clamps that he places all over the most sensitive areas of her exposed skin before roughly brushing them all off.


Sabrina earns her rare orgasms from Cyd only as a means for him to increase the pressure as the flood of pleasure temporarily provides a release from her torment.

It's hot in the small room. The lights give off waves of heat, slowly and steadily raising the temperature. My clothes are starting to stick to me and she hasn't arrived yet.



By the time she finally shows up, sweat is beginning to drip into my eyes. She introduces herself and we briefly negotiate. She blows her nose and sniffles. I ask her about it and she says she's getting over a cold. She moves away and starts getting changed for the shoot. She makes small talk with some staff members. The conversation moves on to blowjobs somehow. She says she's embarrassed to watch her own porn.



The shoot starts and I pick out equipment for the first scene. A collar, chain, manacles and metal bar to lock her body into a tight ball. A gag to make her drool. Tape with a rough, coarse surface to wrap around her fingers so wiping her nose will feel like sandpaper. A large mirror to force her to look at herself while a thick dildo takes turns fucking her mouth and her cunt. She squirms in a mixture of humiliation, discomfort and arousal, and can't resist when a vibrator is pressed against her clit. I let her orgasm once, then take the vibrator away.

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Fragments III

frag·ment [ n. frÄ?g'mÉ?nt ]

1. a part broken off or detached


2. an isolated, unfinished, or incomplete part


3. an odd piece, bit, or scrap.

Sasha and the self styled pink star. A mismatched pair, each serving as a dramatic foil to the other. Bound tight and under duress, one fidgets and wheedles, the other drifts off and dreams. One clings to the moment, analyzing every ache and pain, the other surrenders herself to the experience, come what may. One finds needs for adjustments here and tweaks there, the other digs her knees into splinters to enjoy the exquisite pain that acts as a gateway to the subsequent flood of endorphin euphoria.

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Devaun and Andy San Dimas Live, Part 2

The live show continues with Devaun bent over, arms strappado and bound to a post, face down and forced to keep her ass up by a metal hook inserted in her rectum.


While Devaun recovers from the ordeal, Andy's arms are chained and strapped outstretched, a heavy steel collar is locked around her neck and she is gagged tightly with a full head harness. She is attached to a pole by her neck, and left to kneel on a box, completely helpless as more painful clamps and weights are hung from her nipples. When a vibrator is pressed between her thighs, which are also strapped tightly together, the experience is initially pleasurable, forcing several orgasms out of her rigid body, but soon becomes a torment of its own - so much so that when Devaun is hoisted up in the air behind her in a straitjacket and lowered onto a Sybian, she doesn't even bat an eye or acknowledge the ear piercing screams that emit from Devaun's throat.

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Perch

I remember the first time I saw Seven. It was many years ago in a bondage video entitled "Puke", the content of which included a scene of her bound bent over with a large ring gag locking her mouth open. A man methodically forced her to vomit by jamming a dildo down her throat then left her to hang there with tears, vomit, snot and drool mixing together as they dripped from her face to the floor below.



So, when I saw her picture listed in the company model database, I booked her.

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Andy San Dimas Live, Part 1

No time for a write up, as it's Christmas vacation. Enjoy this edited live show, part 1 of 2!

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Oxygen

Since her last shoot, Ariel X managed to find a new friend who beats up her during sex. She's rather pleased and she smiles when she talks about it.


When I buckle a leather control collar around her neck she begins to fidget and twist her head. She is getting nervous and I like it. By the time I finish strapping her down and sliding the gas mask into place, her breathing is heavy and panic is building.


I lay down on my stomach as I approach with the cattle prod set on high. With the mask on, she can't see where I'm going to strike. The shocks come out of nowhere and the unexpected searing pain makes her jump and gasp for air only to to find there is none to be had with my palm pressing sealing off the intake hose. Her lungs are burning, desperately working in vain, but all they can do is pull the mask tighter against her face. Her neck bulges like a sausage trapped in the leather collar. Fear is in her eyes now and sweat begins to bead on her skin.

I keep shocking her and sealing off her air. I look down at her wide eyes through the holes in the mask and for a moment I imagine I'm not going to let go, I'm going to let her gasp and flop like a fish in the sand until she goes quiet. She stares back at me through the glass and for a split second I'm sure she can tell what I'm thinking.


I take my hand off the hose and shock her again in the most sensitive spot within reach. She thrashes around on the floor, her chest heaving with the labor of sucking in air.


Another moment to enjoy her helplessness, and then I bury a vibrator in her cunt and strap it in. The screams of pain from the prod turn into moans now. Her sharp shallow breaths become deep and ragged as she builds up to climax. She thrashes around again and again but the terrified look is gone and now her expression is relaxed, her eyes glazed over and far away.

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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.

Amber Rayne and Cherry Torn endured a 6+ hour long, tough live show. It's posted here if you didn't catch it the first time, or even if you did and want to see it again in the edited version along with the accompanying high resolution photographic documentation.


Part 1 of 2.



Note: This bonus update is being posted as a courtesy as today's regularly scheduled update will not be ready until early evening due to editing and encoding problems. The regular update will be posted later in the day once the editing team is able to fix the problem and complete it.

Here is some bonus footage from a live show test. I wasn't planning on posting it today, but since it accidentally got uploaded to the site early, enjoy the bonus!


-cyd

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Jade Marxxx Live, Part 2

Cyd Black and Claire Adams take turns topping Jade Marxxx and Sarah Jane Ceylon in what evolves into an outrageous and brutal BDSM event.


One moment Jade is on her back, screaming and writhing as orgasm after orgasm thunders through her body. Another moment, Sarah is on her tiptoes, pulled up by her hair, arms strapped in reverse prayer position as she is harshly whipped. Her white skin turns lobster red.


With the combination of Cyd and Claire topping and the three girl BDSM action, if you haven't logged in to watch a live show yet...what the hell are you waiting for? Like you have something better to do on a Saturday afternoon?!

DO NOT MISS the next Device Bondage live show on Saturday, November 17th, featuring Princess Donna and Sarah Jane Ceylon.

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Kayden returns to Device Bondage for another shoot and receives a painful welcome back to the set. She is placed on her back, with legs spread and shackled wide apart, while her head hangs down, mouth spread, drooling and locked open with a ring gag.



She is bent over and trapped in a system of metal stocks, while the flesh on her ass and lower thighs is caned as she struggles to hold on, on the verge of tears.



She manages to endure being strapped into a tight frog tie, with a nose clamp pulling her nostrils up and forcing her neck back. The position itself she can take...but as the tiny, sharp, vicious little black clamps are applied to the tender skin on either side of her neck, she cannot bear and finally breaks down.

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Carrie has done some exploring of BDSM in her private life. When questioned, she reveals she has also gotten her feet wet with modeling by posing nude and in light bondage for "private collectors." None of her experiences, however, has prepared her for this shoot.


She begins to struggle with the bondage immediately. This isn't like the photo shoots the collectors paid her to do. There is no pawing and no fawning. No pantyhose rubbing or bare foot fondling.


Here there is silence. There is a rigid collar buckled unbearably tight around her neck. Her face is red with the strain and sweat drips off her brow.


I know the position she's in is agony. I know her feet are screaming in the bargain basement high heels that don't fit. I know it because I went to great lengths to make her suffer in precisely the way I want. I keep asking her if she wants her shoes off. I know she desperately does, but she keeps denying it. She's afraid that if she says yes it will get worse and she knows she's barely hanging in as it is. It doesn't matter if she can't bend herself the way some other girls can - the level of stress necessary varies from woman to woman. All you need to do is gradually raise it and wait.

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Devaun and Andy San Dimas Live, Part 1

In the first part of this live show, Andy San Dimas finds herself tightly bound into a ball, gagged and forced to kneel on the cold concrete floor of the basement. Helpless, and laying in a puddle of her own drool, the bondage novice wonders just what the hell she as gotten herself into.



Unable to do anything but wait, or even turn her head to see, she hears Devaun's screams behind her as the other model is tied down to a wooden box and tormented with severe nipple clamps among other things. A short time passes, and then Devaun is pulled up by her hair and her head is shoved into Devaun's cunt and she is ordered to eat her out to the tune of more screaming and howling.

Her task complete, she is forced onto her knees and strapped to a wooden column by her neck, and made to suffer while magnetic weights are added to a single painful clamp on her right nipple that refuses to slip off, pushing her to the limit of her endurance.

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Julie Night Live, Part 1

Julie's second visit to Device Bondage was scorching hot. Way too hot for Julie as she soon finds out. Julie's poor pussy and anal pucker are rendered aflame as cyd starts off the six hour live show by smearing a liberal amount of his special "lava" sauce into the folds of her labia and into her tight pink rosebud at the request of sadistic DB members who clamor for it in the live show chatroom.


Julie begins to whimper as cyd takes time to vigorously rub her clit and clit hood to ensure that the pores open up and take in as much of the concoction as possible, thus ensuring that the burning sensation will reach its maximum effect. The sauce is not even fully applied yet and the incredible discomfort is already obvious from the expression on Julie's face.

Though Julie agreed to experience the sauce prior to the show, she now urgently pleads with cyd, fervently begging him to release her from the agony that relentlessly builds between her thighs with every passing moment.

When cyd re-iterates his initial warning to Julie: Once the sauce goes on, there is no way to stop it or reverse it. One must simply endure the twenty or so minutes that it takes for the salve to run its terrible course. She frantically twists her head around, her eyes wide open bearing a wild, almost inhuman gleam.

In the end, Julie digs down deep inside herself and finds a reserve of inner strength to draw upon and persevere through an ordeal that would have broken the spirit of someone with lesser character.


Meanwhile, as Julie endures her torment for members watching the show live around the globe, Devaun, the "decoration" model for the show, provides some additional eye candy as she suffers through her own predicament, her neck and wrists trapped in a heavy set of wooden stocks. Gagged and drooling, she kneels on a patch of cold, rough concrete floor where cyd has scattered uncooked grains of rice where they will painfully dig into her knees while also serving to prevent her from finding even the slightest respite from her position.

Overall, this show featured some of the most intense bondage and brutal positions that Device Bondage has released to date. Enjoy.

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Cramped

This two part update contains scenes with both Sara Faye and Alexa Von Tess. Each is put through their own personal bondage hell.


Alexa is strapped down to the floor, her knees spread wide, arms strappado with a tight harness gag to keep her silent and docile. Tight nipple clamps compel her to arch her already aching body to bend in yet another excruciating
way.


Sara Faye gets off no easier. Cramped in the bottom of a cold iron cage, rungs are slid through the bars and locked in place, pressing her down, forcing her neck up and her chest forward, presenting her breasts and nipples for easy torment. A bondage lover's delight.

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Precarious

I wasn't sure about her. When she arrived to do the shoot she was already nervous. She asked the kinds of questions that models ask when I know it's not going to work. But I needed a shoot, so I decided to try anyway.


I didn't make it easy. I wanted her to suffer, to safeword, to be in way over her head. After the interview I stripped her ass bare and planted her on a board of painful spikes and strapped up her legs so she couldn't relieve the pressure with her legs. I let her sit for a long time, so the pain would slowly grow unbearable. I was sure she would break...but she didn't. She took it all, and then took more. She was scared and she was in pain, but she didn't quit. The result is this fantastic update.

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Shackled to a post, she wriggles around, trying in vain to adjust herself in her uncomfortable crouching position. She likes to play to the camera, exaggerating her movements. When I call her on it, she admits as much. She says struggling is fun. I listen to her talk about herself, distracted; my mind is on what I can do to make this harder for her. I want to make her struggle for real. I tell her to take off her heels so she has to crouch on the balls of her feet. Now she's suffering. She quickly requests the vibrator. I can tell she's used to being in control of her scenes. She won't be in control today. I tell her the vibrator will wait. She can come if she works for it.



The discomfort of Darling's initial position is nothing compared to what is coming to her. I play with her flesh, easily reddening and welting its pallor. Finally she's been through enough to earn an orgasm. She'll have to beg for it and describe it before I let her have it though.



Before she has a chance to recover, I strap her into a chair I built. It's designed to keep her thighs spread as far apart as humanly possible. She looks lovely in the gasmask I put on her face, and I enjoy hearing her struggle for each labored breath. I place fucking machine between her legs and listen to her muffled cries. I make her cry and I make her sing. I make her uncomfortable, mark her body, and make her dance for me. She does everything I tell her to. She is obedient because she is aching to come again now....her whole body begs for it.

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Bobbi Starr Live, Part 2

Cyd forces Kayden Faye to bend over, then binds her wrists to her knees before yanking her up onto her tiptoes and throwing a pile of sharp black volcanic sand under her feet. Kayden sways to and fro in this humiliating hobble position, catching her balance only at the cost of intense scraping pain on her bare soles. Not satisfied with this alone, cyd begins to whip her exposed and vulnerable ass over and over while she drools and suffers.



Bobbi Starr is frog tied and strapped down to a metal rack with plugs in her cunt and ass, then tied back to back with Sarah Jane Ceylon on a standing rack and treated to a double single tail session that finishes when cyd drags Kayden in on her knees to service each girl orally.

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Alexa lies on the floor with leather straps binding her in a strict hogtie. She can barely move any part of her body, yet she still manages to remain chipper when cyd interviews her, welcoming her back to DB for her third shoot. Alexa is slowly becoming a bondage slut as time goes by...



We soon find her seated on the floor, a spreader bar at her ankles and another at her knees. A collar around her neck is chained to her knees and also up to the ceiling, keeping her upright. Her arms are wound around her neck in tightly laced leather opera gloves. She is uncomfortable, heaving sighs as though sighing will help relieve some of the pressure on her body.


cyd forces her mouth into a big smile by tying the corners back behind her head. Her nostrils are pulled up with a nosehook, completing the look. Alexa's stretched and distorted face now resembles the classic stable of Halloween. She drools and whines until cyd presses a vibrator to her clit. Soon a thick cock is shoved in her pussy and left there with the vibrator attached. Alexa's eyes roll back into her head as she comes over and over.


Later, Alexa moans through the panel gag as she lies on her back with her hands and feet strapped together and chained up in the air. She is suddenly lifted off the ground where she swings back and forth. She screams and whimpers through the gag as her ass and pussy are flogged. Once again a thick cock and a vibrator placate her, and her muffled cries turn to pleasure instead of pain.