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Slave Sophia Sold at Auction! [Ariel Anderssen and Sophia Smith]

Sophia was bored of her day-to-day grind. Working in the city wasn't bad, per se, it just didn't have the thrill she thought it would. But it WAS a great way to meet the mega-rich, and if there's one think Sophia looked for in a partner, it was billions in the bank. This chap Omar, for example. Had a bit of a reputation as a player, had some kinky tastes, but the word in the office was that he was VERY generous with his special friends. Not ordinary, boring, Lamborghini sort of generous. A girl as good looking and well connected as Sophia could get THAT almost anywhere. No, we're talking private island, private jet sort of generous. "And that, my friends, is why I'm flying out to his place in Scotland this weekend." Which was the last any of Sophia's office mates ever heard her say....

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Long Term Bondage Part Nine

Unbelievably and delightfully, I was now instructed that it was almost dinner time and I would be allowed to dress for the meal. This was a great surprise, I’d been naked for most of the day and had hated it, especially as time had progressed and he had added to my collection of bruises. Bizarrely, he led me into a wardrobe room full of clothes and said I could choose what to wear. After only a few hours of ‘slavery’, this choice felt uncomfortable, dangerous even. I found myself suspicious that choosing an outfit that displeased him might result in punishment; and so what would normally have been a natural decision – to please myself – became a rather frightening guessing game. While I dithered, he remained calm, genial even; merely vetoing suggestions when my choices clashed with the restrains he wanted me to wear. Finally, clad in a blue silk dress and white cuffs which I thought were actually very beautiful, I was ready for whatever was going to come next. Surely having dinner, at an actual table, wearing proper clothes, would be far too comfortable an ending for a day of such unfathomable strangeness? I’m afraid I was disappointed – had he given up on me? How pathetic, after all that macho rule-giving and demerit-ing! When he suggested I do my makeup, I suppose I was ready to test some boundaries. Looking back, this was obviously crazy, but, well, it had been a crazy day. In my dubious wisdom I engaged him in conversation about how many demerits were left, what they might be, and whether they were open to negotiation? His response was swift and painful, and made use of an unexpected target! This frustrated me, but alas, didn’t serve as a sufficient warning. In trying to gain the upper hand (why?) I again overstepped the invisible line and got the strap, again, to the soles of my feet. This particular punishment was beginning to really terrify me, and I found myself pleading, actually pleading for him to use the strap on my hands instead.

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Long Term Bondage Part Eleven

The singularly strange (and painful) dinner over, I was ordered back into the dresing room to wash up and tidy myself. Since I was naked again, and cold, I was gratified to be provided with a warm pink dressing gown which gave me some hope that his behaviour was maybe entering a more reasonable phase? Once I'd finished, he told me to sit, and since he allowed me to use a stool rather than crouch on the floor, I began to allow myself to relax a little. Perhaps the trials were over for the day? But as I began to chat a little and try to engage him in conversation, (I admit, I couldn't help liking him when he wasn't hurting me, and I wanted him to like me too) a truly awful, blood freezing thought occured to me. Did he have CCTV? And if so, was he likely to review my behaviour (and more specifically, what I'd been saying behind his back!) before I had a chance to leave? Once this thought occurred to me, I couldn't help myself, I simply had to know! And I have to admit, a strange, perverse part of me didn't like to think that I might have cheated the system so easily - was it possible that I somehow craved punishment? It seems that yes, his studio was fitted with CCTV, and yes, he had monitered it. The penalty for my opinions was both harsh and immediate; and involved the hated black strap meeting the sensitive, and as yet unmarked flesh of my inner thighs. I screamed and screamed as neat red welts appeared, which stung hideously...... The combination of fear, pain and frustration had exhausted me. When I asked to go to bed he seemed perfectly happy (I wondered if perhaps I'd be sleeping with him?) But when he led me into the bedroom I simply couldn't BELIEVE what I saw! Surely he wasn't going to make me spend the night in that tiny cage! I could not accept this; I simply couldn't bear to. It was just too humiliating and I resolved to fight to the last rather than spend the night a willing captive....

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Long Term Bondage Part Eight

I'd hardly had any rest, and my skin was still prickling frm the after effects of the electric fly swatter, when he returned. It seemed that he intended to move straight on to my fourth 'demerit'. (4th? I'd hoped that 3 was the very last one...) But number four proved to be both the best and the worst. He began by securing me to the wall by my wrists and fitting a giant, red ball gag into my mouth (yes, I protested, and no, it made no difference...) From this unprotected position I watched him fearfully as he prepared further restraints. He tied a rope around my waist, then looped it between my legs before attaching it to a hook in the ceiling and hauling on it until my toes were barely on the floor. It's hard to describe this in writing, it's the strangest feeling. It certainly sounds painful, and it really is. But after a few seconds I realised (with something like triumph, I'm afraid) that the sensation was actually far from unpleasant.. The rope between my legs grated into my pussy, but it made me feel warm, excited and suddenly very, very wet! By moving a little, I could intensify the feelings even more - I couldn't believe that my demerit was going to be so much fun! I'd beaten him; he was trying to make me suffer, but I loved it! Maybe he noticfed, and was trying to bring me back down to earth, but when he attached painful little clamps to my nipples, I just felt even better; the stabs of feeling in my breasts matched the heat in my pussy, and I realised my breathing was getting heavy, I felt flushed, and above all, I felt like the winner... Obviously, I now see that this was foolish. I was the one tied to the wall, and of course, he could see exactly what was going on..... Watch the clip to see what action he took, what would you have done? And as for the way he made me climb the stairs afterwards - I can't bear to describe it!

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Long Term Bondage Part Seven

I was enjoying sitting in the corner. Certainly there was nothing to do, and I felt a weird mixture of fear, loathing and curiosity for my new companion, but I'd already survived a couple of ghastly punishments perfectly well, and to be honest, I felt rather proud of myself... Re-examining the experiences was rather pleasant, especially when I considered how brave I'd been, really.... But, in the new, ironic pattern of my day, just as I was feeling pretty ok, it all went down hill again, and fast. He was back, announcing it was time for my third demerit (this was awful, I couldn't remember how many there were going to be...). However, once I was in the stocks again (and hoping, hoping I wasn't in for another bastinado) I was baffled by him holding up what looked like a fly swatter! I was pretty sure, new to this though I was, that being spanked with something that lightweight would be NO problem. How was I to know that his cruelty and imagination would run to electrical torture? But perhaps worse than the actual pain, which was hideous - like hundreds of needles vibrating in my skin, was waiting for shock. I wished I could deny him the satisfaction of seeing me scared, but my nerves were too jangled, I whimpered and jolted in my restraints...

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Slave Dance

Of all my duties as Restrained Elegance Resident slavegirl, this was the most unexpected. Hywel directed me to make up a slave dance, incorporating the new positions I was supposed to be learning. It was also meant be be beautiful and elegant, displaying my body in as refined and submissive a way as possible. 'Be the embodiment of Restrained Elegance' wrote Hywel in his instructions. I thought managing THAT might take a while! I loved choreography when I was a dancer, but that was a while ago, and making up a dance from scratch challenged me in a way I wasn't used to. I liked the idea of the dance being slow and ritualistic, the way I could imagine a geisha or a harem-slave performing for an invited audience. Although it was meant to be a dance of submission, I really didn't want to spend the whole time crawling round on the floor; I wanted it to be dignified, formal, but hopefully still sexy. It took ages. For three weeks I practiced at every opportunity - planning refinements and rehearsing them. Wearing my high slave-collar certainly made progress harder, I developed bruises under my chin from forgetting the collar was there and being over-ambitious with tossing my head around! At first the dance seemed too modest - I didn't want it to be vulgar but I added a more suggestive ending, which I hoped would be better. And at last, it was time to perform it on camera, and to hope it measured up to the high standards a Restrained Elegance slavegirl is supposed to aim for. Hywel was watching, and I hoped he'd appreciate the amount of barefoot sole display I'd worked into the dance! My pride demanded that the dance would be deemed acceptable, and I hoped he wouldn't punish me when I'd worked on it for so long. He didn't - what he DID do was far worse!

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Long Term Bondage Part Six - Chores

What a relief to be back in the warm, bright, makeup room! True, Mr Crazy-Sadist-Master had followed me in, not looking any more genial than normal, but I couldn’t see evidence of any torture equipment in here, and I was hoping for food… Perhaps I’d pleaded him in our previous encounter, because he readily agreed when I asked if I could eat something. Sure, he placed the delicious looking Mexican wrap on the floor rather than the table, but I was kind of expecting that. I was actually happy, even grateful, until I realised he had no intention of unfastening my hands from behind my back, where they were cuffed. Maybe, compared to what I’d already been through, it shouldn’t have bothered me too much, but being faced with yet more evidence of his lack of regard for me was really too much. Refusing his ludicrous offer to feed me by hand (what did he think I was, his pet rabbit?) I knelt forlornly on the floor and looked at the sandwich. It looked lovely, and I was starving. I couldn’t be sure he’d give me another chance to eat, and with only a hazy idea of the horrors that might lie in wait, it seemed stupid to miss an opportunity to enjoy something. But could I bear to eat off the floor, again, using only my mouth? I looked up at him; he was watching me. He looked delighted. Swallowing fury, I brought myself to speak to him. Having got his permission, I struggled to pick my plate up and balance it on a stool. Facing completely away from him, I tried to imagine I was anywhere but here, and started eating…. Having accepted this crazy position for the time being, what followed was a curiously peaceful interlude. The sandwich was indeed delicious, and being forced to eat it extra slowly made it seem even more so. Yes, I’d have preferred not to be kneeling on the floor with my hands secured behind me, but it was heavenly to be comfortable and warm; and not having any choices to make, or polite conversation to be responsible for was weirdly relaxing...

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Emotional Ties - Restrained Elegance's first short film

Almost a year before its release, I shot the footage for my first short film over three days at the studio. Now you might be thinking 'what is he on about, first film, he shoots video all the time?' There's a big difference in the way one shoots a website video and a film. The videos are usually only loosely scripted, and generally captured with multiple camera angles in a single take. A single shot of someone might last 30 seconds or more. A film is shot with a tight script, storyboarded, many more takes, many more angles, and shots only last a few seconds each. It all moves a much faster pace, and paradoxically that makes it a lot more time-consuming to shoot. It also makes it a lot more time-consuming to edit, which explains why it has taken so long to finally see the light of day. There are still a few rough edges but it is more or less ready now. So as a Valentine's day special, sit back, grab the popcorn (and your Valentine) and enjoy! P.S. as you will see from the copyright notice, I've decided to release the film for free distribution on the web. So unlike all other RE material, please feel free to distribute the film to your friends, post it on YouTube, whatever you like. I'm proud of it and I'd like people to see it.

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A Bondage Romance

As a little taster of things to come, here is a trailer for our latest film: "A Bondage Romance".

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A Bondage Romance (Part Five)

Sammie's boyfriend finally seems to have got comfortable with the idea of BDSM games, and he promised her that next time he was back in the country, there would be a real surprise in store for her. Whatever can he be planning?

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